The first real project here on my blog is for me to describe an SM session that I had with a submissive woman this March. It will probably take me some weeks to write it and I will post as I go along.
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A true submissive – part 1
The winter was about to turn into spring. That is, in Denmark this is only reflected in the calendar. Global worming or not, it is always frustrating windy, chilling and dim all into April.
I was standing on the S-train platform at a suburban station. Ryparken, was the name of the station, it is located in a old working class area which has now transformed more into a Ghetto for descendants of Turkish, and Middle Eastern emigrants.
S-train – why is it called S-train? In fact nobody knows, not even the Danish railways that have been operating this subway-like service for decades. Maybe the word stands for Subway?
I was thinking such thoughts while I was waiting for the train to arrive from the north, from the more fashionable part of the Copenhagen area. She was supposed to arrive at eleven o’clock and I was supposed to be at work, which of course was not the case.
At home I had taken an enema during my morning bath, using the shower tube. The problem with this procedure is that it takes hours before I stop releasing colonic content. The solution being to perform the procedure twice. Once before my wife is awake and then a final round after she has left the house for going to work.
I am the Dom, the top. Why do I have to perform this procedure? I like to feel her tongue in my ass but I still haven’t got the guts to demand her tongue right there without being completely clean. I am working on it, maybe one day I won’t have to waist time cleaning out my intestine before having my ass licked.
It was five minutes since I arrived. It was freezing cold at the platform. The wind created a feeling of sub zero temperature but it was in fact a few degrees Celsius above zero. It was a grey day, typical for that time of year. The grey thick clouds made the blue sky invisible. A grey low hanging mass of clouds from the earliest dawn until darkness arrived around four o’clock in the afternoon.
Again a southbound S-train approached. The red wagon slit onto the platform. The mechanical sign confirmed that the train originated from the North of Copenhagen. She should be with that train.
The doors opened with their characteristic rattling sound. A few people exited the train, I saw her almost immediately. A tall, slim woman with a marked face, brownish shoulder long hair and wearing the most ugly grey cotton coat imaginable. Her height was further increased by her black leather boots equipped with very high heels. She was considerably higher that I.
Our eyes met, her face transformed into a nice smile while we approached each other. We met in a hug lasting a short while. Then I took over, greeted her and explained her, the immediate plan.
“We are going to take a taxi from the station”
She didn’t have an opinion; she just smiled and followed me towards the stairs at the end of the platform.
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