How my Dom found me.

It all started innocently. He sent me a quick note saying that he thought I was pretty and loved my confidence. I have never given much thought to messages on FetLife. Most of the time it’s just people that fetishize me. The compliments are nice but nothing really goes anywhere and to be honest they feel a bit weird. I much prefer to contact other people or to meet them myself. So, I asked him what interested him about me. I expected the same standard fetish answers but this time I didn’t get them. He simply said, "I like that you are confident and real.” Really? I had not heard that before and I was intrigued to hear more. I made sure that he understood that I am trans and he said he was very aware of that. So, we began discussions. Whenever I tried to turn the conversation to sex he would stop me. "I don’t want to hear about sex, girl.” I was taken aback. Every Dom that I had talked to went directly to sex. He now has my full attention.

The next day I get a message asking if I would like to talk on the phone. He understood if I wasn’t ready but something was drawing me to this man. Before I could think about it I was sending him my phone number. The phone suddenly rang and I jumped. I was far inside my head. I had never felt like this before. My mind was swimming. I heard him say “Hello Brooklyn”. Ummm Hello…I realized that I didn’t even know his name! I suddenly hear laughter and he tells me his name but says “Are you comfortable calling me Sir?” I said Yes Sir and off we went. It was the one and only kinky thing that we talked about that night. He wanted to know all about me, my life, my experiences. He wanted to know about “me”. I almost didn’t know what to do. However, it was just fine. I slowly opened up to him and when the call was I laid on my bed smiling. “He likes me.” I kept repeating it over and over. “He likes me”.

We had set a call up for the next day and I couldn’t wait for him to call me. What I noticed was that for the first time in my kink life I was eagerly awaiting to talk to a man. A man who I had never talked kink with. A man who I really didn’t know what kinks he was into. When he called I decided to ask him outright. I told him I have very much enjoyed our conversations and that I have not felt pressured in any way but we really hadn’t talked kinky things. He says to me “Brooklyn, I have read your writings, looked at your pictures, and saw your interactions with others. I know all that I need to know. We love the same things.” I was silent for a minute. He had read my writings and looked at my pics. This never happens. Who is this man? All that I could come up with to say is “oh”. I wanted to smack my forehead. That’s the best that I could come up with? Jesus Brooklyn, so smooth. He asks to take me out to dinner so that we could meet in person and I could leave at any point that I wanted. I told him as long as I had a safe call. He then offered any information that I wanted to make me feel safe. D’uh, now I fee extra safe. We set the date and time and I told him that I would meet him there.

The rest of the week at work sucked. I couldn’t get him outta my head and I felt like that this was exactly what he wanted. We were going out on Saturday night and I began planning what I was going to wear. Suddenly I had nothing to wear and I was running myself into a dizzy state. Finally, I calmed myself down. I looked in my closet and found a dress that makes me look sexy. I decided that I should wear garters and stockings, my best thong and a nice pair of heels, comfortable but sexy. It was settled. So here I sat at home around 5 pm and we weren’t meeting till 10 pm! OMG! That’s late. Why so late? I would soon find out. I eventually did my makeup, with red lipstick and fussed with my hair till I was happy with the way I looked. I was ready by the time I had to leave.

I arrive at the restaurant five minutes early as I hate being late. I step out of the car and start walking to the entrance and when I look up I see him smiling at me. “Hello, Brooklyn. You look beautiful”. OMG, I was instantly blushing. He stuck out his elbow and I stuck my arm in and he escorted me inside. We got to the reception area and he says that he has a reservation for him and the beautiful lady on his arm. BLUSH! He was saying and doing the right things. We are sat down and he orders us a bottle of wine and we begin talking again. I am so at ease. I’m not nervous at all and his smile, well it melts me. He is handsome and smiles and laughs and I want to tell him to take me right then and there. The conversation was so good. We ordered and as we were finishing our meals the look on his face changes. “Brooklyn, I have a task for you if you would accept it. It might stretch your limits a bit and you are free to say no.” Before he was don’t speaking I said, “Yes Sir, Please Sir”. He smiled and then looked very serious. “I want you to go to the washroom and sit down. I will text you in a second.” So, I scurry off to the washroom and find a stall and sit. I might as well pee while I’m here. I pull my panties down and start peeing when I hear my phone go off. The message says “Take your panties off and bring them to me and lay them in the middle of the table. If you don’t want to do this just walk past the table and leave. If you do, put them down in front of me and take a seat. There are no children in the restaurant and we are in a fairly private booth.” I didn’t even hesitate. It was like I was powerless to say no. I slid off my panties and got up and walked back to the table and laid them in front of him and sat down. “Good girl” I hear. I look at him and he’s staring at me. Would you like to come back to my place? Here is my information with my full address. Send it to your safe call and tell them you will call them when we arrive to let them know that you are there safe. “Yes Sir”.

I get in my car and follow him out and call my friend and give her the information. I said I’m ok and hung up. I followed him through the streets until we stopped at his house. He pulled in first and me behind him. I look at the address and text my friend that I’m ok and will text in 2 hours and tell Sir that I need to be in contact in 2 hours. “Very well,” he says and we enter his home. We get in the door, he takes my sweater and hangs it up. He then turns to me and says in a very firm tone “Face the wall slut”. If I wasn’t wet before I am soaked now. I turn around and I feel him behind me. He runs his hands down my neck and to the shoulder straps of my dress and pulls them over my shoulders till the fall away. He unzips my dress and it falls to the floor. I feel him trace up my thigh, over my ass and up to my bra. I feel the clasps being undone and my bra falls away. “This is how I like my girl to look. Garters, stockings, no panties, and heels. Now turn around and face me with your eyes lowered and kneel with your hands behind your back and your knees speed apart.” I instantly go to my knees with my head bowed, place my hands behind my back, and push my knees as far apart as they go. He lifts a shoe and rubs it against my pussy and pulls it away as I moan. My juices are glistening on his shoe. “Exactly how my girl should be”. I whimper. I’m so excited. Then I hear “Now get dressed, go home and I will see you next Saturday night at 10 PM here. I will leave the door unlocked and you will place yourself just like you are now. I almost came on the spot! Wait, what? He pulls me to my feet, leans in and kisses me intensely as he grabs a handful of my hair. He pulls me off and says “Now go home my girl”.

End of Part 1