It happened one night…
I remember the first time I called him, “Master.” We were on the bed. We’d been making out, some clothing may have been missing, but at the moment we were laying there talking.
“I want to call you something.”
“What?”
“Call you something…like a name…there’s something I want to call you when we are together like this.” Shoot. Why did I start this? I should change the subject.
“What is it?”
“I don’t want to tell you.” Way to go changing the subject, I thought to myself. Nothing like getting his curiosity up to ensure ultimate transparency.
“Why not?”
“I’m afraid it will freak you out.” Yup. Gonna have to tell him.
“What? Why?”
“You’ll think I’m messed up.”
“I already think you’re messed up.” Hmmmm, yeah…he probably does. Hadn’t thought of that. Okay. Might as well get it over with. Not gonna get out of this one.
“Fine. … Master.” I whispered it. “I want to call you Master.” I kinda choked on the words. NEVER should have started this conversation.
He was quiet for a minute. I felt like the floor had disappeared under me. I was starting to fall.
He still didn’t say anything.
Finally, “Master? Hmmm, that’s interesting.”
Oh, goodness. He thinks I’m awful. He hates anything that hints of patriarchy. There isn’t much else that gets him going like cultures and religions that don’t honor women. Oh, and Christians that he doesn’t think honor women?! Those rants can be epic. Yeah. This was a really, really, really bad idea. What is wrong with me? How am I so stupid?! How do I get out of this?
“Yeah, interesting,” he finally continued. He grinned a little. What on earth did that mean??? Why is he stalling like this? Why doesn’t he just say what he thinks and get it over with? But then, finally… “You know, there’s something I’ve kinda been wanting to call you too.”
“Um…oh? Really?” I’m confused. What is he talking about? Maybe we could watch a movie or something tonight…something to take my mind off of this awful conversation.
“Slave.”
“Wwww..what???!”
“Slave. That’s what I’ve wanted to call you.”
“Oh…… OH!” Did he really just say that??? I grinned…and got a little wet. And suddenly all that fear melted into heat… “Slave, huh? Well, I could get used to that…as long as I can call you Master.”
“Fine, Slave. Now suck my cock.”
“Yes, Master.”
And so of course I did. And of course I swallowed every drop.
And later, when we were done, we cuddled and we laughed. And we decided that yes, maybe we were a bit messed up, but it was just us, and we liked it… And we both felt peace in our spirits about it…because really, I mean we do love each other tremendously. So it was all good, and we fell asleep, and a new chapter had begun.
I loved how you wrote this! So sincere and so loving between the two of you. Being a little different, I understand how that moment feels when you first talk about it to your guy… “yeah… I’m kinky. I really suspect you are too, but if you’re not and I’m wrong, please don’t think I’m a complete freak.” So glad you two were able to connect. I also understand the whole thought process of, “please don’t associate this kinkiness with nonconsensual behavior or abuse.” Thank you for sharing this story, Eva!
Thanks for your comments, Silver. Yeah, those moments of vulnerability can be pretty intense! We’ve had a few of them over the years. This story, I think, to the best of my recollection, represents the first time one of us came to the other with a kink we wanted to explore. But there have been other times too! And they are always scary! Like “maybe this will be the time he laughs at me.” Or “maybe this is the time she’ll think I’ve gone too far.” But over time we’ve developed an understanding that we’ll try almost anything once. And we always talk afterwards. That debrief is so important.
Oooo-la-la! God bless and stay horny my dear.
Horny GG
Thanks, GG!
Really liked this! Being open and honest with each other is so key! Thank you for sharing this discussion with us, I hope it encourages other couples to “take the risk” and speak out about their fantasies.