Kink in Real Life

Note to Readers:

I started this blog originally as a way to document and share my thoughts and feelings about the kinky side of my life and my relationship with my best friend/Sir/Partner. As I shared some of our adventures I found myself dabbling in fiction, adding what I felt readers might find hot, or merging elements from multiple sessions to create extended "based on real events" type stories. From there I ventured fully into erotic fiction, and while fun, have missed an element of the vulnerability in opening up that came with how I had started this blog. For this post and any posts in this series going forward I will limit fictionalization strictly to adjustments to aid the reader's understanding of the flow of dialogue that may have taken place over many days and disjointed conversations.

A big thank you to Mac, who's willingness to share his reflection on his first meet up with Sir inspired me to be willing to give journal style blogging a second chance. I hope we get many more chances to build on all our stories together, worship Sir with our words here as we continue to have fun serving together under his watchful eye ;)

Mac:

From the very start, I’m interested. I’ve never heard of a Hypno Dom before but when I opened Grindr and saw his profile nearby it intrigued me enough to do something I’ve never done before. I sent the first message.

I was a bundle of nerves waiting for his response. I knew I was going out with a group of friends, but a part of me was hoping he’d tell me he’d be more fun and convince me not to and to meet him instead. Sadly things didn’t play out that way and it was not to be. We exchanged a few messages and it ended there.

A few weeks later I am back at my friend's apartment and still can’t get this guy off my mind, so I had to try again. I message first for the second time. I absolutely was not the cliche, checking my phone every few minutes, but I did know as soon as he messaged. There was no way I was turning down a chance to meet the next day, and I fired off a confirmation that I would be available way faster than I care to admit. So much for playing it cool. 

My friends and I went out to the bar, but I was so distracted thinking about how the meet might go, and what we might do, that one of my friends asked me if I was ok. Sharing a bit of my excitement helped me calm down and enjoy the rest of my evening with them, even if my mind wandered occasionally back to him. 

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We’d agreed that if things went well when we first met, I’d serve him for three hours and I was a nervous wreck as I packed up and got ready to head over to his house. I drove past three times before I got up the courage to pull into his laneway and message him that I’d arrived. Even after sending the message, I still hesitated a bit before opening my truck door. 

I was relieved to see him coming out of the front door to greet me as I was stepping out of my truck. There was no backing out now, and I was glad he’d taken that option away. He invited me inside and introduced me to his dogs who rushed to greet me.

“This is the little one, and here comes the big one,” he said with a smile before turning his attention back to me.

“Do you want to sit and chat for a bit or would you prefer to just get right into the action?” he asked with a smirk. 

I stopped myself from letting the first reply that popped into my head escape, something about who exactly it was that was in charge here. I appreciated that he wanted to make sure I felt comfortable.

“It’s your choice, Sir” was what I decided to go with, a gentle reminder that I really do like being told what to do. 

He put his hand on the back of my neck and led me down to the basement. At this point, I’m still nervous, but the excitement and tingly feeling from his hand on my neck deep in my stomach is starting to take over. I grin breaks out on my face as I hear the words “Kneel, boy”. 

His voice is more commanding than it was before and I drop to my knees. I made sure to take care to keep proper form and hold eye contact with him, waiting for his next command, so I don’t see what made the clicking noise as he places something around my neck but I feel the satisfying weight and cool metal against my skin. He gives it a good pull, causing me to bend forward and I take it as a reminder that he’s now fully in control for the next three hours.

I’m led over to a chair that Sir takes a seat in and has me kneel before him. He instructed me to remove my shirt, while he watched, fully clothed. I could feel my cock, tight in my jeans, he was already making me so horny. Over the next several minutes Sir explored my body and allowed me to service him. I paid close attention and got to know his likes and dislikes by seeing how he reacted and listening to his groans from the pleasure I was bringing him. After a while longer, when Sir was finished teasing me he instructed me to remove my pants and underwear. A thrill shoots through me when I see that he’s making no effort to take off any of his clothes and I am going to be completely naked. I fold my clothes neatly and then Sir takes my hand and leads me into the next room.

“When was the last time you came boy?” he asks.

“3 days ago, Sir” I answered truthfully, and it felt good that he knew that for some reason.

Things moved quickly from there and I quickly slipped into a fully submissive headspace. Sir spoke and I obeyed. Sir took his time opening me up with his fingers and toys, he was gentle, caring and concerned, while still maintaining his air of dominance. I wanted him badly. Sir suggested that before we go any further, that we try some hypnosis. I’ve never really put much faith in it before, but when it comes to play I am always willing to try something at least twice before I pass judgment. I don’t remember much but I definitely felt way more relaxed after and was very horny. Over what felt like the next hour Sir helped take care of my horniness, he was comanding and confident, both of which are huge turn ons for me. I was a very lucky boy to received two loads from him, but as he climaxed the second time, and we were nearing the last hour or so of our agreed upon time together my nerves began to creep back in. As much as I had been looking for a Sir who could push me me further as a submissive and take me to new heights, I need someone who can carry me back down safely afterwards. 

I had no reason to be worried. Sir held me and cuddled me until I slowly came back to myself, and we talked and shared about our experiences both in life and about the fun we’d just had, getting to know each other a little better. 

“Would you like to take a shower and freshen up before you head home boy?” Sir asked me, his breath tickling my ear as we spooned. 

This was a really sweet gesture and I was very grateful for the offer. 

“Sure, I’d really appreciate that” I replied, turning in his arms to show him a smile. 

“Sounds great, I’m going to join you” he tossed back. That struck me as a little odd, having never showered with anyone before, and I actually laugh writing this, as I thought he was worried I would take something from the bathroom, or run off with his towels. Looking back, I can see this was an overreaction because showing with Sir was very enjoyable and intimate. Feeling his hands on my body as he rubbed body wash all over me until I was nice and sudsy. The feeling of excitement building again when our eyes met and I watched his mouth quirk into a grin while he watched me rinsing the soap off under the water. I realized he was there with me to enjoy myself, and not to keep an eye on me. Seeing the look of desire on his face made me a little bolder and decided to tease him a little. I was rewarded by his arms wrapping around me from behind and him pulling me in against his body. We stood like that in the steam, water streaming down our naked bodies, and then too soon, it was over. 

After we towled off, Sir led me back upstairs and we said goodbye. I walked out to my truck and looked back once at the door, hoping maybe he’d come back out before I pulled out of the driveway. I made it three whole blocks away before I pulled over and just basked in how much fun I’d just had, a huge grin on my face. One thing was sure. I wanted more.

Alex:

I’d just returned to my hotel room to freshen up after a long day touring the National Gallery of Art, after having hit up the United States Botanical Gardens. Cultured, I know. Don’t worry, I had plans to have some fun at a local gay bar later, but that’s a story for another time. There was eye candy all over this city, between the Navy, the Army and all the ruthless politicos (whose political sway seemed to be directly proportional to the size of their pecs). Trust me, there was more to DC than the galleries and museums.  

I’d taken the metro back, but the walk from the station was still a good ten minutes in stifling humidity that had me sweating through my shirt. 

“Welcome back Sir,” said Claudia, the front desk clerk. 

“Thanks, Claudia! Another great day” I said smirking to myself. 

I was no Sir, but had most definitely started to grow an interest in exploring that element of switch I’d come to discover about myself. My faithful Dom and partner of almost eleven years had sent me on this vacation for a bit of alone time. We’d been living and loving on top of each other for almost three years (thanks covid) and had come to realize that after years of growing closer, doing everything and everyone together all the time was starting to drive us crazy. 

We’d set some ground rules, no texting unless it was a TikTok-style video to share our escapades with one another. I’d failed miserably, he got a few photos of the Washington Monument and some shots of the Capitol building the day prior without any shirtless boys dancing in the background (though there were countless candidates for background dancers I probably could have recruited nearby). We also had the chance to try and find some fun on our own if the right guy happened to come along.. 

We’d enjoyed playing around with other guys and noticed that group play allowed us to express and see the other person as more than just an extension of ourselves. Nothing turns me on more than worshiping Sir’s feet while watching a guy scream out he’s about to cum. Their grunts and moans set the tempo and rhythm of my tongue across Sir’s soles, hips gyrating to a fever pitch, hypnotic feelings of lust surging through his body as they both climax.  

More often than not, that group play was usually a one-off. We knew we’d both love to find someone who was into us both in different ways and wanted more than a one-night stand, but trying to find someone like that was a shot in the dark. A unicorn so to speak. 

Never in a million years did I think that the test message I was about to read from home would lead where it has, and I honestly cannot wait to see where we go from here. 

I glanced at my phone as I stepped into the shower getting ready for a night on the town:

“You won't believe how hot the guy I just met was 😈, I think we might be seeing more of him” 

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I watched as he pulled up to the arrivals pick-up zone, a big smile on his face. I’d only been away for around 4 days, but I couldn't play it cool and burst into a big goofy wave, excited to see the man I love and worried that he might miss where I was standing. It was a fun adventure, but I’d missed him nonetheless. 

We chatted about my trip on the hour drive back from the airport and eventually, we segued into the topic he’d been dying to broach.

“So I want to tell you about the guy I met,” he said, a twinkle in his eye as he glanced over, gauging my reaction 

“Sounds good, Sir. I don’t need any details unless you want to share” I offered. I hoped that my unspoken curiosity came through in the space between the words, and things left unsaid hanging in the air between us, but was comfortable and just happy knowing he had some fun, if that was where he wanted to leave things. 

“I absolutely want to share, also, he’s coming over this afternoon, so I figured you’d want the context” he said casually, a grin forming as he looked down in time to see my semi twitch in my pants.