Perverts always need to try new things. Sometimes even those who did not suspect that they could wish for it. Life is too colorful and diverse to be locked in frames. I think that it is the perverts who have the inner knowledge of the diversity of everything that is presented to us in our path.
Exactly such a “colorful particle” happened to me. On the one hand, unexpectedly, but on the other – as if I knew that I was going to experience something like this.
I didn’t expect to want to be with a man who wanted to be …a woman. It is even more correctly to say “to be as a woman”. There is a huge difference. I am referring to conscious incarnations, not disease states.
There is nothing wrong with that – many men long to be under the rule of a lady – and the stricter the better. They adore their Mistress, love to be obedient and fulfill Her every wish. Dressing in women’s clothes, make-up, putting on a wig, wearing heels and everything in general that emphasizes, guides and is a characteristic of women brings them particularly exciting emotions. These men gallantly take out their feminine unconsciously, enjoy it, feel it, give it a full life (though for a short time), and then “take it” deep inside and return to normal. This is a healthy version, of course, a kind of transfer with a highly compensatory role. This is exactly the type of man I was interested in.
So … I met him on a website after reading his comments – very interesting ones, written in style. I liked that he was very intelligent, mature (50 years old) and that somehow he spoke very openly and honestly about the new horizons he was exploring. He felt no discomfort at all.
We exchanged a few emails and decided to meet.
You can’t imagine how wonderful was the man who came to the meeting!
And he was not just any man, but a very masculine man!
A man in the absolutely classic sense – well-built, with nice and precise facial features, with wonderful appearance and behavior.
For a moment I was confused.
Not that I had any expectations.
But maybe I was more inclined to feel that category of men who immediately sense that they want to crawl at my feet and are ready to do whatever I want. And I was a little bit confused because I was communicating with a person who radiated strength and solidity. Probably that was my prejudice.
I needed time.
I needed to “process” my emotions internally and adapt. So I had a perfectly normal conversation, on a normal topic. I watched him. He had a thick male voice. His words sounded clear and precise. This was not a confused man, nor naive. Yes, he was looking for and experiencing different innovations, but he walked this path without fear, with the dignity of a man who fully understands the peculiarities of this path. He radiated stability.
He was a successful man.
As we left the meeting, we agreed to write to each other. He did not want to tell me his name, and I immediately complied and offered to come up with a name for him. His female name.
I named him Arita.
Arita wanted to see me again.
He couldn’t wait to be at my disposal. To be my bitch.
It took me more than a week to realize clearly that the situation was not just good, but extremely good for me. Because the challenge was huge.
To obey a man who radiates obedience and is immediately ready to crawl at your feet is not as exciting as to overpower.
A solid man, firmly on his feet, with a definite masculine presence.
I felt a new kind of tickle in my blood.
I started giving him various commands.
To put himself in a cage in for an hour or two.
To pinch his nipples with clothes pegs.
To carry a dildo in his ass.
And always to think of me – I had to be in his mind, to know that whatever he does, he does it under my guidance.
He had to tell me how the performance went, what he felt, what he didn’t like.
I didn’t have to tell him to thank me – he did it himself.
My curiosity grew.
It was a new thrill for me, a completely unknown path.
My initial slight confusion pushed me and my desire grew. I wanted to be alone with Arita and play with her. I thought of various things, and I knew that others would spontaneously come to my mind. I wanted to feel myself in that light.
What kind of things would happen to Arita if she was under my control ?!
To be continued.
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