12/9/2017 11:57:25 AM: So, I asked sub to meet me at Starbucks (it was her preferred comfort-spot), with instructions to carry her rule-journal (diary of rules I demanded her to follow), wear a comfortable and loose fitting dress, her car clean, and not to have on any underwear. We both arrived nearly at the same time and from there we took it pretty slow and light to get the mood right and settle in. Spoke about our day, and what was going on at that time in our lives. I asked her to show me her journal and was disappointed the pages were blank. I told to get up and we went for a walk. There was a park across the street. We strolled thru it while discussing our intentions for our new dynamic -- it's limits, goals, desires, etc. The park was crowded and full of children. They were playing 'the grinch who stole Xmas' at the parks center. Considering the timing, I figured it would be best to play somewhere else. I told her to walk me back to her car. We arrived, she unlocked the doors and we both got in. I could tell she was a little nervous. Public play was one of her hard limits and we discussed in details what it meant to her and why she was uneasy with it. I asked her to prove to me she wasn't wearing any underwear, by rolling up her dress. At least that one was taken care of. Feeling spiteful, I asked her to rub herself and count backwards from 100 -- while she was trying to maintain a conversation with me simultaneously. At first it was pretty smooth; she got down to about 85. I asked her to rub a little faster, and noticed her counting begin to lose rhythm. She pauses her counting to raise a question, and discuss her thoughts. I oblige and answer, to satisfy her curiosity, then instructed her to resume counting from where she left off. She continues. It seems like she's moving at a comfortable pace. 'Count faster' I say. She's focused (on her surroundings) but struggling to keep in sync with her count rhythm and her sensations. I put my hand on her thigh gripped it firm. She seemed unphased by that. I slid my hand up, passed her hip along and up her side to her arm trailed it down between her legs. I told her move her hands, and picked up where she left of. She's extremely moist, literally dripping, my fingers are immediately soaked in her juices just from her lips alone. She makes a comment about it, but I don't mind, I replied back while keeping the motion going. She let's out a quiet moan and stopped counting. 'Keep going, don't stop.' She catches herself and returns to where she left of. We're nearly half-way there. She's been doing good so far to keep this going. I start off slow and soon began to pick up speed, adding pressure in to the mix. Reading her responses I search for her 'sweet-spot'. I start with the bridge, then down under the clit, on top of it, moving side to side, massaging it's head. She's losing her concentration. Her moans are becoming vocal, she's losing control of her facial reactions, her eyes are everywhere, and her counting is getting sloppy. She's no longer counting but instead distracted and lost with her senses. She's now lost in the moment and I snap her back. 'What number did you stop on?' She tries to catch herself and start counting again. She fumbles around a bit on her numbers but finally picks one. 'Wrong.' 'Try again.' 'That's not where you stopped.' She's all over the place now. She finally guesses right, and begins counting again. She can't keep it going long; she starts counting faster. How dare she?! I didn't say she could that. She's trying to rush her way out of this. We're 20 numbers gone. 'Slow down.' You're going to savior this moment and enjoy every second of it. I start using my fingers now and put them inside her. We're coming down to the home stretch. Her thighs are getting tighter on my hand, and I can tell she's ready for this to end so she can get a break. That's fine with me, she's a trooper and stuck with it to end. I'm actually pretty proud of her for doing as well as she was. Her responses were great and the control she had over keeping her composure (as best as she could) was equally as impressive. We're close to the last 15 secs and my two fingers are inside her rubbing g-spot (ceiling of her vagina). By now she's giving off her NASA countdown and I speed up a little more as we get closer to the end... if anything, I'll probably finish the rest of this evening with a part 2.

12/8/2017 7:40:13 AM: I found a sub receptive to me as her Dom. We were talking late into the night after a long day of work and she somehow managed to fall asleep on me. I know it's only day one but I had to lay down some ground rules to make sure we start off on the right path. So, right of the back I scheduled some text messages to go to get phone immediately after she woke up. I put them all on a timer, each text was five minutes apart and all together lasted long enough to buzz her phone for an hour. 'Okay. Last night you fell asleep on me, and it had me thinking. I really want to give us a chance and see things thru. So, I put this message on a timer. I would like to enforce some rules. I know it's a little early to encourage behaviors from you. But this is standard and think it's worth it. I want you to document in a notebook. The following rules are a contractual and binding agreement between us that you will commit yourself to: 1. A mandatory minimum of 2 text messages a day is required: A). a 'good morning' text AFTER I wake up (before you begin your morning routine). Express gratitude, interest, and care in our dynamic with a message showing I'm on your thoughts, at the start of every day. A simple 'hi' is fine, as well. B). a 'good night' text (before you fall asleep). Common courtesy, when ending a day or conversation to let me know your attention is no longer present. C). I may or may not respond back to those messages. My reply isn't needed, and sometimes I will intentionally avoid responding as mental-kink or punishment. 2. You are beneath me, and will only be considered an equal when I allow you to be. (In terms of weight you carry in decisions/conversation)... 2b. For now it's only between us. I don't own you, as yet. You are not my sub. Just in my company/attention you will be a sub respectfully to me as a(your) Dom. 3. *may change* I don't own your body. You are your own person, and can make own decisions to be with someone else. Respectfully communicate with me... 3b. Our relationship isn't committed as yet. But as a Dom/sub, I want my thoughts to outweigh your decision. Feel free to discard me as a dom, and we can still remain friends or playmates. This is only a rule to us as BDSM kink/fetish members. With power exchange comes sacrifice. This is one of those... That's it for now. Maybe more will come as we grow forward. I wish a great day today. Happy Friday. Expect punishment for sleeping on me without warning or bye.' Her response was very welcoming. I was proud she was receptive to my immediate need to lay down the 'law'. She responded back positively and agreed it was reasonable and fair enough to handle. I look forward to posting more on her status and progress. I have lots of great new ideas to bring to her attention. But I wouldn't want overwhelm on day one. All-in-all, i'm really excited to have a new toy to play with and I look forward to breaking her in real soon. I've noticed she has a strong desire to please and requires a good supply of attention. Being the jerk I am, I look forward to withholding exactly she craves from me, just to see her squirm a little. I'm almost a little gitty with joy, thinking about all the fun we will be getting into. Wish her the best guys!

12/2/2017 4:23:05 AM: So after she came over and we took our clothes off, she said that my size could be a problem and that I was the biggest she's encountered. She asked to light her cig and I said I was okay with it. Not wanting to interrupt her, she asked if I wanted to DATY so I said yeah and she spread her legs and I went to town. She responded well, and allowed me to have at it (Fingers, mouth, etc...). After awhile she stopped her cig and I asked her to roll over and I gave her a full body massage while we shared small talk. Gave her a few bare hand spanks and hard grabs at her ass. But massaged my hands vigorously all over her. Perfect view and angle for DATO/rimming. She was quite comfortable and then I proceeded to reverse missionary her but then she requested the use of lube. I told her to rub it in and asked her to get on all four. Slipped on a condom. But she was so small and tight. I could barely get passed the tip with her. Even though we took our time and gave it a few tries. Told her to lay back down on her back and made her cum 3 times using my mouth and hands. She needed a break after all of that and asked me to get on my back and sat on me CG then began to massage my cock with her pussy lips while stroking me off simultaneously. We did that until I could tell her arms were getting sore. I asked her to trade places with me again and went back to DATY. Once she felt she had enough, she asked to see me cum on her stomach. So I started to stroke while rubbing my cock against (into) her clit. She was definitely enjoying herself (from the sounds of her moans). I finished myself off on her. It was so intense we both stayed motionless for a few minutes to catch ourselves. After I got myself off of her, I took my time to clean her up afterwards. She was pretty thankful I had the patience to make sure it was cleaned off properly. We watched YouTube and spoke about tv afterwards -- spent the rest of our time discussing our favorite shows and recommending programs the other might like. She definitely has great taste in tv. I now have over 150 episodes of tv to now catch up on. Loved her personality and her willingness to please. It's unfortunate that i'm cursed with the inability to utilize this tool that I was born with. I have the keys to a car, but with no car made to handle it. ('It's not a gift; it's definitely a curse').

9/17/2017 12:58:02 AM: I have almost everything i could ask for in my life right now. Loving family; caring and supportive friends; a stable and easy job with sufficient income where i'm able to set aside and save money, while still being able to live comfortably with adventure and wonder and have little repercussions... and yet, i still have feelings of emptiness and loneliness i deal with. My friends are supportive and loyal, but are not as financially independent enough to enjoy my lifestyle and sustain themselves. I wish i could treat them more often but they're prideful, and seek my best interest at every pass. Traveling alone does nothing for me, and i've resorted to spending more than i'd like to on food, as a means of satisfying my boredom with everything around me. Challenging myself with ambitious goals are great and fine, but after awhile, it feels lackluster and i'm left seeking new goals. To those close around me, i'm known to tire easy and get bored quick, and with no real and rapidly changing drive/goal... i'll never truly feel satisfied.

9/14/2017 9:44:44 PM: This entry actually takes place about 2 weeks ago but because of the hurricane, it's a little dated. But, i just got back from Cali, and i just feel the need to vent a little. It was bad enough for me to cut an entire week trip short to about a next day return trip back home. Anyways, negative side of this isn't really what i wanted to vent about, but more the positive. On my trip the Cali, was impulsive and spontaneous. There was only one goal in mind, and that was to surf. So after arriving at the airport, 12AM PST, i roamed around looking for a place to crash for the night. Finally landing at a spot i can get some rest at, looked at the time before closing my eyes, and saw that it was 6am. Eventually, i drifted off to sleep disappointed and exhausted, only to find myself waking up to check the time. '7am? Wow, i didn't get any sleep at all. Ah, well, i'm awake now, and less tired than i was a minute ago. I wonder where the best place to grab a surf is at... Good thing i picked up this travel brochure from the hotel before taking off.' Googled the location, and turns out it was merely a 30min drive away. 'Perfect! Let's do this!' before pulling off to hit the beach. I arrived to the beach, after zipping thru light traffic and at moderately high speed. Parked the car near a meter on the side walk, and strolled towards the beach. Light fog is in the air, with an empty view of the ocean, and medium traffic sidewalk filled with pedestrians on their morning exercise routines. I stopped to take in my surrounding while trying to avoid blocking sidewalk. 'This is nice, i like this view, and the sight is amazing. Hey look, there's even a pier! This must be where those surf/beach cartoons were drawn, when the artists needed references.' I looked around for the nearest surf shack, but didn't see anything around me. 'Hey, excuse me, do you guys know where i can rent a board to go surfing?' i asked to the nearest local heading to water in swim suit and surfboard in hand. 'Yeah, i think it's over there, on the other side of that pier,' He pointed. 'Thank you!' I smiled gleefully, before hurrying off excitedly to begin my adventure. 'Hey, this looks promising…' I stopped in front of the first shack I could find open. Curiously, I examined the shop, to see if I was at the right spot. They were just opening up, and pulling out their inventory and products. “Eighty-five dollars for surfing lesson?! Woah! That’s a lot of money…” After reading their sign. “But then again, zip lining thru the forest cost exact same amount. At least here, I get the surf suit and board for the entire day, after the lessons expire.” Shrugging my shoulders, before walking into the store, “I told myself I was going to surf, and that’s what I’m going to do!” So I introduced myself to the shop keep, and laid my concerns and questions out to them. This family owned business drives a hard bargain. They don’t have a locker room for me to put my stuff, but they’ll let me sit my things behind their counter and offer me their backroom to change. When in Rome, right? So, I took them up on their offer, and told them that I only put 2 hours on my parking meter. So the hour lessons they wanted to offer at 10am probably would get in the way of me getting a ticket on the rental. “Hey man, no problem! If you want, I’ll show a free parking spot you can move your car too, where the locals use all the time. I’ll show you where it is, if you want to move your car,” said one of the employees to me, after overhearing the conversation between me and another. And that’s when it happened! When everything changed, and the ship took off, and sailed for that journey called my “adventure.” “Hey, my name is Aaron, I’m the surf instructor that’ll be teaching the lessons (--who not only doubles as a full-time surf instructor, but also a part-time pro-skater). We’re waiting for more people to sign-up so we can take you all out on the water together, later around 10am. But if you want to, I’ll show you where to park. Just give me a minute, and I’ll show you a free spot.” Obviously, I shook his hand, introduced myself, “Hahaha, “Ay-ay-Ron!” “Ha, yeah! You get it.” So I agreed to pay for the service lesson and to follow his lead, when he was ready to take me. After dealing with the bank for declining my card from fraud and identity protection, I sat back, and watched him zip back and forth around the store, before disappearing the moment I took my eyes off of him. Taking in my surroundings, “Wow, this is a really neat spot. These guys are really cool people.” “Alright, let’s go...” he gestured, “did you pay already?” “Yeah, here’s my receipt.” I flashed him the print out, and with satisfaction, he flagged down the shop owner “I’m going to help him move his car, I’ll be right back.” Skipping the small talk, as fun and funny as it was… the best part was on our way to the car, which was parked about 2-3 blocks away. We walked in front of an apparel store, and somehow ended up inside shopping. Apparently, they were having a blow-out sale, where everything was 20-50% off. I can’t lie, the deals and savings were pretty impressive, and I enjoyed the fashion style. But I was tight on cash, and spending money was the last thing on my mind. Especially, when you’re traveling with an overstuffed carry-on that was packed so tight, I had to sit on it to get it to zip – before I left Florida. I say this with no disrespect, and if he ever reads this, I hope is never insulted. But, that’s when I realized that Aaron was a little on the wacky side. After roaming the store for about 20 or so odd minutes (I honestly wasn’t tracking the time), we made to the car. Between leaving the surf shack and the car, Aaron and I shared a conversation that seemed to cover a multitude of topics. Even went as far as some pretty lewd discussions, politics, and our shared interests over skateboarding. It’s safe to say, as wacky as Aaron was, he was a really cool guy, and seemed very light-hearted and straight-forward. So after zigzagging thru the city, we landed stopped in front a gas station; “park here, on the side, behind that other car” he said. Got out, and he told me this how it was done, and how the locals would go to avoid paying for parking. “Do you mind if I bum a ciggy of you?”“A what?”“A cigarrette, that’s what we call them here, in Cali. Do you have one?”“Oh, no, sorry; I don’t smoke.”“Ah, okay, mind lending me $10, so I can buy a pack? I’ll pay you back when we make it back to the shack.”At this point, I’m getting a kick out of this. My interactions with Aaron, where funny, and always unexpected. “Sure, man. Here you go.”I even enjoyed the part where he cursed out an actual hobo (bum?) a few minutes later, on the sidewalk, for refusing to lend him a lighter, which was visibly seen in his hand, when asked to light his cigarettes.“Hey man, you got a lighter, so I can light this ciggy?” he said to the homeless guy, who replied back with “nope, don’t have…” turning is head, to look away and avoid eye-contact – while an unlit cigarette and lighter stick out of his fist. There was never a dull moment hanging out with Aaron. I was having a blast, and every minute that went by, distracted me from the really horrible bad luck I was having on the overall trip. Even his coworkers felt Aaron had a screw or two loose, and questioned my experience with hanging around him. When there’s customers waiting for their lessons, and the instructor is nowhere to be found, you can’t laugh at how hopeless everyone seems while trying to figure out where he could possibly be located. I managed to meet some really interesting characters among the fellow students. Like the specialized gum-surgeon/dentist, from Virginia, who was only in California for a wedding but decided to stay the weekend make it into a vacation. Or, Tod[d] who specialized in cloud infrastructure, and was willing to teach me, a fellow developer his tool of trade and even buy me lunch as we spoke programming and code. The day was long, but it never felt punishing, not even for a minute – except for when my phone kept reminding me of low battery status, and refusing to stay charged long enough to actually be useful at optimal situations. I was able to convince Aaron to spend the day with me, and we drove all around as he showed me his favorite skateboarding locations, and restaurants. We went skateboarding together, and almost made some permanent reminders and scar trophies (almost, but not quite). All-in-all, that day, from start to end, was truly an odd and interesting experience. It was unfortunate, that the day that came after, I was already scheduled and book for my return flight home. I felt bad, that I even received a call from Aaron, who was checking up on me, to see how I was doing, that I never had the chance to tell him that I was leaving the city, after all that he had done for me. I honestly didn’t get any sleep I was in California, and it was a mission to get any rest for the 2-3 days that this trip spanned. But hey, that’s an adventure that left me with a story to be shared…