[marky11]

Hey guys and gals, I'm writing to you partially in the form of a non-fiction story, describing what is currently happening in my life, but also asking for the advice of some of the more experienced folks out there.

Here's the skinny: I recently met this girl and gave her my phone number after catching up with her and her brother (an old friend, borderline acquaintance) for drinks one night. I suppose it is applicable to say that I am 28 and she is 25, and we both live currently in NYC. Anyway, after many many many texts from her I finally decided to go meet her for a drink one night. She texted me an absurd amount of times in late January, after we met, and February, most of which I was traveling for work. I was responsive to her messages, but constantly giving reasons why I couldn't meet up. It was strange; my feelings at first were that she just had really low self-esteem, as evidenced by the “you don't really want to...blah blah” type texts. But one night mid-week (about 3 weeks ago) she texted me and I agreed to meet her on Friday. She was out with her work friends at a bar in my neighborhood, so I went and actually had a pretty good time. I was already drunk, as I rightfully felt like I would be shooting fish in a barrel, and enjoyed hanging out with her, her girlfriends, and her male co-workers, all of whom had girlfriends and sung her praises to me, even though she was considerably modest and put together and even offered to buy me a drink, which I thought was kind of ridiculous.
After a few drinks I asked her if she wanted to come back to my house and she immediately agreed (as expected). At my house we drank about half a beer before I dispatched with formalities and took her into my bedroom. After we undressed, she immediately asked me if I had a condom. I did, but having just been tested, and being pretty drunk I just responded by asking her if she was clean. She immediately responded that she was sure she was, to which I responded that I was too, telling her that I was not going to use a condom.
She was unshaved, which is extremely rare to find among young women in NYC, as anyone out there who is from NYC could definitely attest to. (A jackpot for me, but also telling in terms of her recent sexual experience.) This, combined with the fact that she was super tight made me think that she wasn't seeing anyone else. I know, I know, this is not an absolute...I'm just sayin'.
Halfway---actually less—through our romp I'm realizing this girl is just horrible at sex. Horrible. I mean worse than just laying there. Imagine that. At a certain point, after realizing that my little tips and suggestions weren't working, I basically told her this. We passed out at this point, and in the morning I woke up to her pawing at my crotch in a really pathetic kind of way. Okay then, I'd love a little morning head.
Sure enough, it was freakin' terrible. Teeth, dry mouth, bad rhythm....again my suggestions didn't seem to help, and needless to say I didn't get off. I mean honestly, after she left I was so sore I had no desire to relieve my blue balls, if I even had any. Since then though she came back one more time and gave me a terrific blowie, claiming to love the taste of cum. She also came back another time and we had great sex, which included me going down on her and fucking her with a finger in her butt, which she admitted to me strangely turned her on. She then flip-flopped about the whole anal issue, but after a few days (moving toward present times now, as I've been away again for a week and a half) she texted me saying that she is now "willing" after having a conversation with her aunt, who I guess convinced her to try it. (She said something like, "she [aunt] is the older sister I never had".)
Over the next couple of days her texts became more and more wanting, and I began to pick up the vibe that she was just a girl who needed to be told what to do—I mean in terms of everything. I'm no psychologist, and I certainly have no idea where these tendencies come from, but I do know people, and I have dabbled in a little D/S stuff before with a couple of freaky girls in college who liked to be tied up, smacked around,... whatever. The thought of causing pain to a woman doesn't necessarily turn me on, but the thought of having a slave, or taking complete ownership of a woman who basically can't say no to anything I want does. Do I think this makes me a lifetime-type dominant? Maybe, maybe not. But in the short term it does turn me on. The possibilities seem endless, including but not limited to threesomes, anal (which she has never done, but has agreed to) etc etc etc.
There seems like a lot more context to provide in order to get the best advice from y'all, but maybe I'll just be answering questions if any of you happy pervs (I mean that in the best possible way, including myself entirely) is kind enough to take an interest in helping me. I really believe that this girl is a sub, and after explicit texting back and forth on the subject she has agreed and “committed” to filling this role. Hell, she is excited by it. The entirety of my experience from this point on consists of what I have read in 50 Shades (yeah, yeah) and a little bit of kink porn. Like I said, the thought of inflicting pain on her doesn't necessarily turn me on, but using it as a means to an ends does. I just know that I have to start slow. Can't just say "You're my slave, now convince your best friend to have a threesome with us." Ya know??? But honestly, I believe that any submissive could be trained to perfection and I want to know how, based on your expert opinions and experiences.
Our texting has becoming progressively more and more elaborate about her "committing" fully to this lifestyle,
"giving up her rights," and basically "being owned" by me, etc etc etc. There was even talk of her signing a contract, which I wrote up during my flight today. Not the best thing to be writing on your laptop in an airport terminal, but hey...
She was supposed to meet me at my house tonight, but she didn't, claiming exhaustion after being out with her coworkers drinking. Our text convo tonight definitely showed my frustration, but after she begged me to forgive her, not hate her, and promised to come to my house directly after work tomorrow, I dialed it back a notch and decided to let it go. That conversation tonight ended with her asking me to punish her for disobeying, and promising that she never would again.

So how do I do this boys and girls? Please. ask me questions if you feel you can help me along on my path! Should I post the little contract I wrote up as well? Help! Thanks in advance for taking an interest. I hope someone out there is reading this and reminiscing about their own such experiences, willing to share the wisdom of their years with me.

M11