How it all started

To be able to interpret my story a bit, I am already obliged to take you to my early childhood. Already at the age of 13 I met the love of my life, she was a year younger than me, and we spent our childhood together inseparably. It goes without saying that in the sexual field we made our own discoveries together, so to speak, and different experiences could never be shared. After we were married together and children soon came, our relationship was also completely extinguished after 9 years of marriage. Until one day I got the news that she had met someone else and that a divorce was coming. After 6 months of fighting to save the marriage, I also started to see the impossible of the situation and a divorce was the only solution. After a difficult period because of the divorce, I suddenly had even more questions about how I would continue to fill in my life, after all I had never been used to seducing someone, let alone entering into a new relationship. I often planned to go out during the weekend, which usually resulted in an evening on the couch in front of the TV.

It was on one of these evenings that a new world opened up for me. Like so many Saturdays, I had fallen asleep on the couch, and I think it was around 2:00 am when I opened my eyes. The GSM era had already started a while ago, and now sending text messages had become a hype.

While zapping on TV I noticed that there was a chat program on a certain channel where you could see your message on the TV screen by sending a text message. Normally people were supposed to converse with this, but what struck me most is that it was used to get in touch with each other by posting a cell phone number.

I decided to give it a shot too because, to be honest, 2 per message wasn't cheap, knowing that a message appeared on the screen for about 5 seconds.

Single man aged 35 wishes to get in touch with a nice lady to experience exciting moments together

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Surprisingly enough, after sending 3 messages I immediately received a response, and in 80% of the messages received it turned out to be all about women, single or married, who were all out on a sex date.

During the period that followed, I drove, to be honest, almost all of Flanders for dating. One date a bit more fun than the other, but for me it was like a new world had opened up.

Until, somewhere in the middle of the week, I received a text message from Linda. My life had only really begun then.

2.

It was around bedtime when I got the signal that a message had arrived. A lady who introduced herself as Linda had seen my message on television over the weekend and she had written down the number. Until now she had always hesitated to send something, but today she had gathered all her courage and dared to send me anyway. Her request was a bit unusual compared to the other messages I had already received from other ladies.

Since she had a partner who was in the military and was abroad, she wondered if it would be possible for her to send me some text messages to break up the daily grind. Other than that I didn't have to look for anything.

Since a text message in those days still cost 0.10 per message for a maximum of 180 characters, I replied that I would think about it, and then went to bed.

When I woke up the next morning, I noticed that my calling credit had been topped up by 50.00. At that time I could do nothing but give in to Linda's wishes, and we regularly exchanged messages that were mostly about small talk.

Although we agreed that we would avoid the theme of sexuality, I noticed during our conversations that Linda mainly felt lonely and that this did not feel good at all. It was true that her partner was in the army, and he regularly had to go on foreign missions. This was also the case now, and he would not return home for another 4 months. Soon the question came from me how she could keep it up for so long. 6 months without sexual contact is not nothing. In reply she sent me back that there was such a thing as masturbating and that fortunately she had a very vivid imagination.

This answer piqued my curiosity even more, so I asked her if she would share her biggest fantasy with me.

L:

I fantasize about many different things, but the biggest fantasy I have, and the one that I find most arousing, is having sex with a person I've never met, and who I don't get to see while making love

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I: Can you tell us a little more about how it works? I think it's exciting

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L: Not that complex, I'm sitting on the couch with a blindfold on and suddenly someone is there who starts touching me without me seeing him. Just the fact that I don't know who it is makes me extremely horny.

I: I think it would be nice to meet you. Maybe I can help make this fantasy come true?

L: Why?

I: We've never seen or even spoken to each other. Maybe it's time to move on.

L: Oops, you surprised me with this, give me a minute to post this. You will hear from me.

After 3 days of waiting, I hadn't heard from Linda, and the messages I sent remained unanswered.

3.

I really thought I screwed up. Damn.

After 5 days of hopeless waiting, a message came back at an unexpected moment.

T: Hey, sorry to keep you waiting so long, but I had planned to leave it as it was. But the more I try to let it go, the more I crave it. Are you still interested?

I was actually delighted to have received a message back, but the moment I received this I was in contact with someone else and I decided that I would wait a little longer before sending her back.

It remained silent again for a few days, and I also started to itch and decided to send her a message back.

I: Hey, I had overlooked your message for a while, but my interest is still there. How do you see it further? I can receive and/or move. Please make a proposal.

Now the messages started to run smoothly again, and it came down to the fact that moving was quite difficult for her (she could hardly get to me blindfolded). So we decided to meet at her house. Since she was home alone anyway, and had no children, that turned out to be the best solution.

She had also given me the name of her place of residence, and after checking the internet for a while, it turned out that I needed about an hour to get there.

I: Hey L, I just checked and I can be with you in an hour. How did you see it progress?

L: How nice I'm really looking forward to it. Let's meet next Saturday at 11:00 PM. You can do whatever you want that night, but I don't want to see you.

I: Ok I already understood that. But really do everything I want?

L: Yes!!! I'm all yours that night I really want to be your slut. I wonder if you can handle me???

Again I was in for a surprise. I had hoped for a night of uninhibited sex, but apparently this lady wanted more than just sex? I could tell from her messages that she also wanted to be completely dominated.

I: Hey, I have to swallow for a while, I have no experience with this at all, but I think it should work. Only it doesn't fit next Saturday, but I can manage the Saturday after.

L: Okay, well, can you give me a name how you want me to address you? I shouldn't say sir, right?

I: No, I'm not sir, and I don't think it's appropriate yet, master. You may/must address me as RIK.

L: Rik seems nice and is short to pronounce. Look, you can have me all night, only anal penetration is out of the question. Not because it doesn't work, but I have very bad experiences with it. I also wish to receive a safeword from you if it would become too much for me. When I mention that word, all activities immediately stop.

Again I was placed with my back against the wall, and for a moment I was unable to answer. So I typed in the first word I could think of at the time. And since I was eating at the time.

I: TOMATO SOUP.

L: Nice Rik, you do have some inspiration. I will not forget. Are there any other things I should take into account?

I: Give me a minute to think it over. You will hear from me soon.

There I was. Staring at the plate of tomato soup I was eating at the time, which I suddenly didn't feel like eating anymore. What have I started? And how should this continue?

During the 10 days leading up to the date, I did delve a bit into various websites that had to do with dominance and submission and my interest soon grew even greater.

In the meantime, we continued to send messages to each other, but little was said about the agreed date.

4.

2 days before we planned our date, L asked me how we were going to plan it further. There was still a few things to be discussed and she was really looking forward to it.

Despite the research I had done, I still had many questions. However, I had received the advice through a website from an experienced sub to remain myself and certainly not to force anything.

In subsequent messages I informed L that I had already started looking for an extra item to blind her. I didn't think a blindfold alone was a good idea because it could be removed rather quickly, and I did think I had to keep my promise.

I also got the idea that not only would L be blindfolded during our date, but that we would also break all contact with each other afterwards. No more messages either. This to keep the fantasy she had alive for a longer period of time.

L agreed to this, albeit with some disapproval. She had finally found someone she could tell everything to, and now she had to return the nice contact she had.

In the past few days I had also been looking for an old-fashioned balaclava, you know, the one they use during the bank robberies, and found it. Not black, which I was actually looking for, but a dark brown came close. I had already put this on backwards at home and made a hole at the place where my mouth jerks were. This allowed L to breathe more easily. I would put this over her blindfold upon entering, so that I was sure she wouldn't see anything. Only when I left again was she allowed to remove it. The day of our meeting was fast approaching.

L: Hey Rik, any preference what I should wear to our meeting tomorrow?

I: Good evening L, please keep it as simple as possible. I don't need many frills. That makes it all uncomfortable.

L: OK how are we going to proceed?

I: At 22:00 you text me with the street name where you live. I then leave to arrive at 11:00 PM.

I: I'll text you when I'm in your street, and then you send me the house number.

I: I'll wait about 5 minutes and meanwhile you leave the front door ajar. You wait for me in the hallway with your back to the door and the blindfold on.

I: When I come in I'll ask you if you're L, and if I can use you all night.

I: When the answer is positive you give me a signal that it's ok, when the answer is negative you just say

no

after which I will leave.

L: You've already thought about it carefully? I'm getting excited already.

I: Now no more contact until tomorrow 22:00.

When I had sent the last text message, my doubts began to take over. Who was L anyway? Did she actually exist? What would she look like?

The more I thought about it the more I became suspicious. What if L wasn't a woman at all, but a group of young people who wanted to frame me? Or maybe L was a man? Suddenly I didn't know anymore.

The Saturday of the appointment, the minutes seemed like hours. I had already slept very badly, and I think all doable scenarios have been reviewed. Still, I made up my mind to give it a shot and at 10:00 PM, as agreed, I received a text message from L stating the street name where she lived.

The ride there went smoothly and fifteen minutes before the agreed time I had arrived in the street where L lived. I drove halfway down the street where I could park effortlessly and decided to enjoy a cigarette.

I then also had some time to look around to see if there were any bad guys hanging around or people I didn't trust, but in the street where there were only villas everything was quiet and I couldn't see any trouble. Then I took the courage to send a text message that I had arrived. Almost immediately I got a text back saying 38.

I noticed that it was parked only a hundred meters from her house, and decided to leave my car and continue on foot to her house.

When we arrived at the house number, everything was peaceful and quiet. Looked around for a while to see if there was any danger and grabbed the door handle with a pounding heart.

I was amazed that that door had indeed been opened, and I crossed the threshold of delights.

In front of me, a beautiful lady stood with her back to me. Auburn hair cut just to the shoulder. Dressed in a sheer white negligee and simple cotton white panties. I could see from the elastic around the back of her head that she had indeed put on a blindfold. Furthermore, she was equipped with all curves, and she had a very good figure.

Quickly I closed the door behind me, and for a moment I had to think about what we had agreed upon what I would say when I entered.

Hey I'm Rik, with you L that I can use all night

. She let the negligee fall over her shoulder, and her feet slid wide apart so that she was splayed in front of me. This had to be the signal that she agreed. She had heard my voice now, but I hadn't heard from her yet. I stood behind her and put both my hands on her bare shoulders. For a moment I felt a shiver go through her, but that could also be because of the cold hands I must have had.

I decided to put on my naughtier shoes and quietly reached my mouth to her left ear and asked her the following question.

Didn't forget the safeword?

No, she answered spontaneously

TOMATO SOUPI had now also heard her voice, which sounded very pleasant to me, but on the other hand there was suddenly a little devil that woke up in me and reminded me of our appointment.

I turned around, opened the door, walked to the car and drove home.

After all, she had said the safeword, and the agreement was that then all actions would stop.

For a moment I thought to myself whether I had done the right thing, but that doubt quickly disappeared. After all, L had said the safeword and I had acted as agreed. I also felt a little used, probably her intention was to feel me out to see how far I would go, and if I would indeed make the effort to come to her. Once she noticed that I did mean it, she said the safeword and it was all over. She was probably already sitting on the sofa with a smiling smile on her face, thinking how she had tricked me.

When I arrived home an hour later, however, I noticed that I had already received 15 messages, all of which were from L. After all, I had put my device on silent when I arrived at L and forgot to switch it back on.

The messages I had received were that she did not understand what possessed me to suddenly disappear. She had been looking forward to our meeting and I had ruined the whole evening for her.

I ignored her to text back. Apparently it was another game of hers to make me feel guilty, but a second time I didn't fall into the trap.

The following week L continued to bombard me with texts, some friendlier than others, but it always boiled down to her feeling cheated, and what the hell had inspired me to leave so suddenly .

I have to admit that the adventure had made me very curious and the following week I started to delve more and more into how the relationship sub/dom actually worked.

And L? he kept sending messages every morning to wish me a nice day, and in the evening to ask how my day had been and to wish me a restful night.

Somewhere at the beginning of the week I was scouring the internet again when one of the sites I was active on received a message from the experienced sub who had previously advised me to remain myself and not force anything, with the ask how the date went, and whether he brought what I expected from it.