My first submissive experience – sucked...and not literally, to say the least. I had met an individual through the net who claimed to be a Dom and talked a very good act. Came across as a Dom, sounded like a Dom – gave directions like you would expect a Dom to give. After a couple mead
months, I decided that I would risk and explore submission with this man who came out from Vancouver, British Columbia to meet with me in Edmonton, Alberta. After tying me up with horse hobbles and putting clothes pegs at various body orifices, he then proceeded to have intercourse with various orifices...not my idea of a good time since I did not know what Mustache to expect, did not know the man, had no introduction as to what Mustache was going to happen, etc. etc. etc. Count myself lucky that he didn't take long to cum and it took even less time for me to dress and get out of there. I was not particularly eager to repeat this performance and so have been extremely hesitant to have anything to do with Doms since that time. However my curiosity has continued masturbation methods
to grow because of all the many different ideas and perceptions, beliefs and values I have heard and discussed with others on the net. So, I was in the market for a lover – again – the last situation having died a natural death with a young man who eventually went his way (thank god) and me going mine. His biggest idea of kink was having me spank him to the point where my hand hurt – so I can imagine his butt. Aside from that sex was pretty mundane – "uhg, man on top" – double "ugh, woman on top." Oral sex was considered a "high risk" exchange of bodily fluids and his experience and imagination were limited or perhaps his imagination was limited by his experience (or lack of). I was grateful to be getting at least some sort of sex so in spite of not achieving many orgasms – continued massachusetts sex offender
the affair until it died it's natural death over approximately 2 years. what Mustache can I say; I was easy to please, at least for a short period in my otherwise asexual life.

After this relationship ended, I went back to my original hunting grounds and again, met and declined a number of invitations however one meeting kept Mustache coming back to haunt me... there was something about that man, it made me uncomfortable yet I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I'm not sure Mustache if it was his attitude, his presentation, and his beliefs and/or just me being spooky but either way I turned him down...flat. A week later, another email – "I can't stop thinking about you," it said.