deep, round and intense — the kind of eyes that looked into your soul. It was a cold and muggy day, the usual for Seattle, and I was getting out of an uber in rush hour traffic in the busiest part of the city, downtown. He was walking into the tunnel and he caught me with those eyes. A mere second felt like hours, I was caught in a staring contest with a stranger on Third Avenue. Surrounded by a million people on the street corner, his maroon jogging suit stood out so vividly. I thanked my driver and started weaving through the busy crowd still in a trance; he disappeared.
I wanted to know who he was, what was his name? What did he do for a living? Most importantly did he wanna change his occupation to looking me in the eyes until I cream? This mystery man clouded my memory for months, but I didn’t even have a name to Facebook stalk.
At least eight months had gone by before I ran into this dark chocolate beauty again. He was built like an action figure and had a full beard shaped to perfection. He looked like we could have been classmates back in school but I found out he was 10 years older than me, and didn’t have a lot going on in his life. No kids, not married and no girlfriend.
*says silent thank you to the strawberry kush God, for whom all things are possible as long as you vow to take a puff*
His self confidence is what captured me; he was as self centered as I was. I’ve compared myself to a higher power for years and never met anyone who was bold enough to put themselves on the same pedestal. Not saying I’m magical or even in a spiritual way, but self knowledge puts me higher than most in my age group and in the world — lost and trying to find themselves. Arrogant, cocky, and unapproachable. His Facebook was all about him being better, knowing more and giving himself compliments. Just like mine. I was in love. I stalked him silently, intrigued to see more. He made up his own lingo, he started his own groups, he did things his way. Very much like myself (meezus, strawberry kush God, 7 star plan ECTT, all shit I’ve made up in my head but take great pride in and have full explanations behind them all).
Myself, growing up an only child helped me always march to the beat of my own drum. With no other kids to play with, it didn’t matter what game I was playing, I made the rules and I played every position. I grew to live life this way. I find my own way to do things and I swear by them, I find things that I like and I stick to them even if I do them by myself.
People who are secure in themselves don’t need approval from anyone. It doesn’t matter who likes it or dislikes it, they will continue to live the way that makes THEM happy. This kind of people are hard to find.
It was 5:30 in the morning and my hands were tied behind my back and I had a ballgag in my mouth. His top of the line filming camera was sitting on a tripod with the red light flashing, letting me know we were live and taping. He had a black mask on and a long black whip in his hand, we were going to play. He stood in front of me and replaced the ballgag with long thick wood. He placed both hands behind my head and fucked my face hard, growling in a sexy purr, saying this is mine while looking down at me.
*eyes* bent me over his desk and began to strike me with the whip, once then again, each time grabbing the spot he spanked with full force. I was basically begging for him to enter me when he started to choke me. His strokes were steady, forceful and planned out. He was way more experienced then I was so I let him have his way with me. I let go of control for once, and it felt great.
Every morning I took a three mile jog around UW campus which was only five blocks up from my house, ‘eyes’ was a professor at the college. He said if we were done by 9am we’d have the perfect secret movie and I always wanted to be a movie star. I didn’t run that morning, I walked into his classroom wearing a long black trench coat and some ‘95 Air Maxes (almost cliché, right?). The room was set up perfectly. The papers were cleared off the desk, he had two different lights surrounding the camera to ensure the lighting was perfect, he was no amateur.
He was very gentle when he tied me up and made sure I could breathe when he put the ball in my mouth. “Amable” was our safety word, which is Spanish for gentle. I learned when playing with bondage it’s always best to have some type of agreement… people can get carried away.
I was blindfolded on all fours and he was teasing my noni, licking then kissing my ass cheeks. I was dripping. Every time he touched me I quivered and shook, I couldn’t see what he was going to do next and that left me on edge.
We shot two different clips that morning, both could have made me the next Kardashian if ever put in the right hands. We both swore to never tell and never show and I never have.
Pictures from crazylazymaster.tumblr , Dominance
