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I never expected things to go this way, but life has alwaysthrown surprises my way. I have found myself, through no fault of my own, alone in my forties. Being an introvert I enjoyed the alone time for a while, but at some point I started wanting a sub in my life again. Having a sub in your life is a challenge for an introvert. Having someone in close physical space for long periods plus having to take control can be exhausting. I have to like or love them enough to have them in my space for long periods, and they need to know when to back off when I need my space. Finding someone that fits both makes me a picky Dom. To this end, I put an ad on the internet. Introvert Dom looking for sub was the title. I didn’t expect any response, at least not quickly. It didn’t describe much, just a few facts and my view on Dom/sub relationships. More than enough to fill the fields so I can start looking through the sub ads for myself. I was surprised when I got an email a week later without my prompting. Her name was Stacy, a young twenty two lady and curious about me. We connected quickly on many topics over a few weeks on email and later chat. All through the exchange, she kept calling me Sir, which I thought was cute. She didn’t insist on a pet name for her, and I didn’t feel like I knew her enough to give her one. She was an assertive one, and was clearly wanted to be not just a sub, but owned and controlled. While not my thing, she made it easy to do online with little tasks and punishments. Nothing big or tasking, but every one she did she was more appreciative and submissive to me in her email and chat. One day I just shut down and didn’t log in. This happens from time to time with me as I get overloaded with personal interactions, and she texted my phone to make sure I was alright. “I am having a down day,” I told her. “If Karaköy escort bayan you were having a down day, and I wanted attention and I did not stop, I want to know what you would do.” She asked in a mischievous voice. I smiled, because this was happening now and it was good time to deal with it. “Well, if you didn’t leave me alone when I warned you, you would be put in your cage with a book, water, and food until I was ready to deal with you.” “I hope there are pillows in there,” she said with a snarky tone, then wished me goodnight. I smiled when I put down the phone, she had passed a test I didn’t know I needed. Most of our exchanges where that pleasant. She was a bit innocent, but after that phone call she didn’t balk at anything I suggested. From kinky sex to punishment, she accepted them all in text, and showed results in unasked for pictures. If she would do them in person I would have to wait to see, but she seemed eager to learn and please. I wanted to take this slow though, both to ease me back into being a Dom and to give her plenty of time to think it through. After weeks of emails, chats, and pics, she wanted to meet on Friday. “I feel like you are the one,” she wrote me. I didn’t see the harm; we were clicking, and a chat over coffee or dinner would move things along. But, where she wanted to meet was a surprise to me. She had named a park that happened to be a mile from my house, and she wanted to meet that Friday evening. I thought she wanted to have dinner, but a walk in the late summer nights sounded good, and a bit different. I told her I will walk there to meet her. She asked if I had to walk through the woods to get there. There was a large wood in the back of the park with a few trails through it. “Depends which way I go,” I said. “I hope it is private Escort Kayaşehir if I follow you home, Sir,” she said. I chuckled at this, said good bye and signed off. Then it hit me. She wanted some privacy…. My mind raced as I thought about what she meant by that. Her latest pics have been full nudes (not at my request) in various submissive poses showing me things I have wanted her to do or things she wanted me to do to her. She had also sent me emails of fantasies of being collared by me in public. Interesting to me, but not something I thought of doing before. But thinking about doing it now gave me a rush that overrode my normal caution. After rereading these stories, I designed that is what she wanted to have happen when we met. How was being left up to me. I started to prepare for the meeting. I grabbed my hiking equipment belt and started replacing the normal hiking gear with items that I hoped I would need that night. I didn’t know how the evening was going to unfold, but I wanted to be ready, and it would be better to have the tools on hand for any opportunities that came up. The evening of the date I walked down the street and into the park through the woods. It was an extra half a mile out of my way, but the wood trail gave about a mile of some privacy. In the woods I started taking mental note of every log, branch, and tree I could use. While I had walked this trail before, I have never looked at it as an area for play. I wanted to be ready for anything she was open too. Plans for play scenarios formed in my head, but I didn’t know how they would all connect yet, or if they would happen. I came out of the woods, on to a field in the back of the park. Walking across the field to the play area and tables, I started looking for Stacy. Half way across I saw her, raven Küçükçekmece escort hair, curvy body, in a white sun dress and sandals. As I got closer, I noticed that she was standing there nervously, looking out at the parking lot, fidgeting with her hands. I was ten minutes early, so I was surprised to see her nervous, much less there at all. I figured I would be here first, not her. Time to think on my feet. I had gotten ten feet from her without her knowing I was there when I called out to her. She twirled around with a face that was hopeful and worried at the same time. It lit up in joy when she saw me and ran to me and tackled me in a hug burring her face in my chest. “Hey, I am glad to see you too.” I said wrapping my arms around her. We stayed like that for a little while until a sob came from her chest. “I am sorry Sir,” she said between sobs, “I was worried you wouldn’t come. Or that you wouldn’t like me, or…” “Shh, it is okay. I understand, and I am here. No need to fear,” I said, quickly scanning the park. No one was around, not even a car in the parking lot. Her body felt warm and wonderful against me and I could have stood there for a long time. So much for thinking on my feet, her touch made me feel like a teenager again, all awkward and unsure what to do next. Then she stepped back, smiled and wiped her eyes. “Well then, I am all yours. How about a walk,” she said, taking my arm, pulling me gently to the woods. Both my teenage and adult sides of me were all for that. As we crossed the field, she held on to my arm and leaned against me. The feeling of her touch made me feel happy, so warm and giving against me. We quietly talked about how good it was to see each other, touch each other. At one point I put my arm around her to draw her in closer. She made a pleased murmur and then said, “Please make me yours, Sir.” “I plan to,” I said “but first, what is your safe word?” “I don’t want one, I trust you.” I stopped. “Do you have a safety line?” “No, I didn’t even bring a phone, I trust you.” I stared at her. I was taken aback by her willingness to trust me, and at the same time to throw caution to the wind.