It took maybe another year before I worked up the courage to try it again. Mind you there’s a lot of dreamers online.  I finally talked to someone that seemed serious. We talked back and forth for a while to set a date and time.  We Were to meet at his house at lunch, about 15 miles from my how.  I waited at the gas station, as instructed and he was about 20 minutes late.  A car finally pulled up and he rolled down his window and was told to follow him.  We drove about 5 minutes, to his house. And he excorted my upstarted, what turned out to be his kid’s bedroom. He was old so the kids were long out of the house; it was still a little weird.  We were both sitting there, and he said lets get naked, I obeyed.  

Sitting there naked was the moment of truth. I had come this far, so what Was I going to do. I finally, moved over got on my knees and put his cock in my mouth. It felt much more different than I thought it would be.  Then horror stuck me, I had no idea how to suck cock.  I did my best, but he was old and keep going soft.  He would pull away and stroked his cock until it got hard again. This went on 2-3 times and I was finally frustrated and gave up. I put on my clothes, thanked him and left.

My first experience:

When I started first exploring, the internet was still relatively new and almost anything was allowed (no firewalls anywhere) Well, it first starts with fantasy’s; What would it be like to be with a guy.  I’ve always had Sub fantasies; The internet, and craigslist allowed me to closet to fulfilling my dreams.  I would surfer the wet at work, and talked a few people and I found that it was like a drug, them more exposure, the more I wanted. I finally was bold enough to start talking to men. I started conversing with the man from Portsmouth, and I was fascinated by the pictures and conversations.

Since I was married at the time, I could just not meet anytime.  So My plan was to meet my exwife at the lake, because I had a lumber delivered I would hang back a couple of hours. This would give me enough time to sign for the delivery, drive to Portsmouth, spend about and hour there and then get to the lake.   Well, as it turns out the delivery was 2 hours late.  Needless to say my plan fell apart.

I reach out begging to reschedule, and got a schooled about making appointment and keeping them.

Lesson learned.  We never spoke again.

My fantasies are many and broad. I do have limits like no scat, rimming, blood, cuts or large bruising no face kissing. I enjoy being tied up and exposed, and put in positions where I cannot protest as Im being violated; knowing what's going to happed next and not being able to do a damn thing I can do about it.

I saw this on my travels and this is the direction I want to head in.  I've been as a few time what I'mlooking for and I can best say that I'm looking to form a bond with a Dom or Domme. 

Stockholm syndrome is a condition in which hostages develop a psychological bond with their captors during captivity.^[1]

 Stockholm Syndrome results from a rather specific set of circumstances, namely the power imbalances contained in hostage-taking, kidnapping, and domineering relationships.

Emotional bonds may be formed between captors and captives, during intimate time together, but these are generally considered irrational in light of the danger or risk endured by the victims

Peace