An Amazing Experience - Dominia Dominique

[dan1]

Hi Gang...


So, I am sitting here reflecting on a recent play date. As I write I am sipping tea with a touch of Cointreau. Frankly, I have always found Grand Marnier a bit sweet. So folks let me tell you how it was.....

(As an aside.... having read quite a lot of the threads at PERB Vancouver - BDSM, I suspect that there is a lot of guys/girls who are wondering if they they dare to act out on their fantasy. I only know that the itch that you don't scratch will always itch. With that sage advice - which I suspect that you know that already - belabouring the obvious has always been my strong point - I would like to tell you a bit about Dominia Dominique....)

How did I find her?

I searched the web for Vancouver Dominatrix

Why did I pick her?

I sent emails to a number of dominatrix. Her response was the most personable.

So, what did you do?

To paraphrase DD, my interests are varied and extensive. In a 1.5 hour session we did not address them all, but then as it was pointed out to me - I had a lot of interests.,,,,,,, Interests include, albeit not a definitive listing: bondage, nipple torture, strap - on, flogging, bi-sexual, feminization, and the list just keeps going on. What can I say, I have a great imagination and a lot of fantasies.

DD was quite accomplished at my interests which she addressed. Weeks however would be needed to work through all my interests.

How did you contact her?

My initial contact was via email. I broadly explained my interests, experience and no-go areas. Then I followed up with a phone message - letting her know how she could contact me. We then chatted on the phone and finalized the time and date.

Would you engage her again?

Most definitely. DD is very skilled. Also, I am really big on cleanliness and judging from her practise, DD make's sure everything is clean and sterile for her own safety and others. Needless to say I hope you want to be careful too!

Do you have any advice?

Be really clear about what you want before you start a session. I know you already know this but it always bears repeating. Moreover the scene is only as good as the effort you put into it. No-one can read your mind. If it feels good let the BDSM practitioner know or if it does not feel good - ditto.

dan1

 

[edmontonsubbie]

cool review dan....

....and, as for sipping cointreau....i am currently sipping on a very pedestrian guiness draft....after my return from a painful trip to the Fort Mac where I was seatmate (briefly) with one of those guys who has ALWAYS had something better or bigger than what you have ever had.....You know the type, Gee, I had an old *insert car/truck/girlfriend/travelexperience*, and the reply comes back ohhh yeah...I had one of those too...and it was x amount better....

Finally I just had to move. I think it was after the stop in Grassland...where my soul was destroyed....omg, that was funny. I am staying strong through the tears.

In any event, to the point, I believe Mistress Dominique started out a few years ago under the tutelage of Miss T...and she garnered some pretty good reviews then. Obviously, She has the head for it....and it's nice to hear the summation of the experience from the sub side put so well. Thanks Dan for allowing me to do a little vicarious living. Vangroovie would be a dangerous place to live.....in a good way.

Kindest regards,

eddie.

 

[dan1]

Hello Eddie

Glad you liked the broad brush review of Domina Dominque's skills. I am not sure how long she has been out on her own, but as you said, She demonstrated early that she had a head for it. In any case I expect that she has really spent a considerable amount of time analyzing the requirements for a successful scene. She certainly was able to create a great session for me – and yes there were a few surprises!

Prior to meeting for the session I had we talked about my interests which are many. We narrowed it down to a broad dozen and settled on a 1 ½ hour play date. I had indicated that for the past 10 years I had been a 'non practicing' bisexual. In response she indicated that she might be able to arrange for a male voyeur who was extremely interested in BDSM. Alternatively she had a “pet” who could be brought in for something physical. I decided that the voyeur would be spice enough.


Anyways, as you liked the review, and presumably live in Edmonton, (and thus must live vicariously) I thought I would give you a few more of the details (thanks for indulging me ) and start from the beginning.....
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I paced my hotel room wondering if she would return my call. Was I making the right decision, would she skilled at her profession or would she be a man hater who simply liked to whack the hell of out of the client? My anxiety rose.

The phone rang.

Dan, I have arranged for the voyeur. Be at my place at 9:00 o'clock. Do you have a pen and paper

My stomach turned knots. I snatched up a memo pad and frantically searched for a pen.

Ring Apartment 101 at Smith

Mistress I cried, I don't know if it is an avenue or street.

It is a street, you slut. The main intersection is …..... and..... Do you have any questions.

No mistress I stammered

The line went dead.

Glancing at a my tourist map I realized it was about 3 kilometers away and that I had 40 minutes to wait. Lying on the bed, I tried to compose myself. Thoughts flooded my brain. I had done this before I told myself. I had enjoyed it. I remembered the itch that isn't scratched will always itch. I looked at my watch. Only, a minute had passed. I decided to walk to her place.

Entering the street there was a river of people walking to the fireworks display at English Bay. I threaded my way against the torrent. Once again I reflected, my choices and interests put me at odds the majority and I had to struggle against their vanilla interests..... Then I smiled. Soon I thought, with any luck I too would be in arena of fireworks.

Either the damn map was wrong or I got lost. I needed to run to make up time. I ran four blocks. She didn't seem to be the type who wanted to be kept waiting.

I rang the apartment code

Dan a woman's voice said.

Yes, Mistress

Go to floor twelve and three doors to the right. Apartment 1206 Then knock

Entering the foyer, I paused. I could still back out. Instead, I strode to the elevator and jabbed the button to the 12th floor. My cock bulged in my pants and became as firm as my resolve.

The door opened on my knock. A beautiful woman, about 5' 10” in a black corset and heels stood there. Looking into the room I could that it was well appointed with a St. Andrews Cross, medical chair, strapping horse, and throne chair. On the floor was what appeared to be a large rubber mat. As I entered I offered my envelope.

Go to that room there strip, and come out when you are ready I was told.


Yes Mistress I responded. Secretly I was pleased, she was beautiful and carried herself proudly. Here was someone that I could willing subjugate myself to. Stripping I returned to the room.

Kneel Slut. Raise your hands forward.

Bringing my hands forward, my left wrist was cuffed in a brown leather bracelet.

Now put your hands behind your back.

This was it, this was the moment that I who was a control freak was going to lose control. Did I trust her? Would she be kind to me and give me what I so desperately needed. I hesitated. She was beautiful and demonstated a command of the situation that belied her youth. Trembling I brought both hands behind my back. Now, there was no turning back.

I felt my right hand being cuffed. A sudden click meant that my hands were now bound behind me. Now, I was helpless and entirely in her control.

Striding in front of me she displayed a chained set of nipple clips.

So you like your tits to be played with you slut.

Shuddering I could only nod my head and mumble. She reached forward and attached a clip to my right nipple. I knelt there proudly. This pain I could withstand. She reached forward again. The pain become more intense. I grimaced.

Hows that you slut?.

Thank you mistress.

Again her hand came up. This time it was my left nipple. My right was now throbbing as nipple took the weight of the chain and her casual tug to maintain my attention. My left tit now hurt like hell. Using the chain she pulled me forward to a crouch.

Crawl you slut.

I lurched forward trying to keep my balance.

Thank you mistress. Thank you.

Kiss my foot.

Thank you Mistress

Trying to bend forward as her foot rose towards my face, I fell side wise. I felt sick. She would not forgive me for my disobedience. I feared what she might do. I tried to struggle to my knees. She laughed. Reaching forward she un-clipped my bound hands.

Now slut. Now on your hands and knees.

Thank you mistress. I diligently rose to my hands and knees.

Now crawl you bitch, crawl across the room.

The pain to my tits became more intense as she steered my journey across the room.

Now raise your head.

Looking up I saw the voyeur was in the room. He was young and athletic looking. I became hopeful.

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So Eddie. That was the first couple of minutes. Let me know if you want to hear more

cheers

dan

 

[the toad]

Oh my God! Dan, for the love of God, please finish the rest of the story!

Uhhh, I envy you boys out in Vancouver so much! If only such a beautiful and powerful specimen as that of Mistress Dominique would only come out this way, as I am unfortunately not able to make it to Vancouver anytime soon.

I enjoyed how you started off your review describing how she called you, giving you the instructions to follow in order to meet, and then how you felt when you had arrived in the lobby and she answers the buzzer...oh my, does that ever insite the memories of previous experiences I have had (the hesitation, excitement, nervousness, being scared, what should I expect...all rolled into one). I have always loved that feeling that comes with the build up/anticipation as the meeting quickly approaches. Then the last few brief seconds that exist after you knock on her door, and then the door slowly opens...!

(let the games begin as you now enter into her realm)

 

[probus erectus]

Fabulous post

Thanks.

This is the best post that I've read this year. Great writing. It captures the tension that makes one's heart beat faster and one's palms to sweat in anticipation and I agree it invokes many memories.

Please release us from the suspense! Continue the story.

Probus

 

[edmontonsubbie]

i absolutely agree with the previous posts....who could not? I love the attention to detail of the headspace that made all that up....who...hasn't been there? And, to see it so articulately conveyed, is a treat.

I want to voyeuristically hear about the rest of the 9 or was it 11? things that make up your dark secret closet and that Miss Dominique obviously fulfilled.

omg...I am so laughing and just in from out....thank you for this cool post dan. I am all excited myself with the thought of seeing Miss Jasmine on Saturday...but...it won't have that "thrill" of the first time visit. I already know Her competence....and it is considerable....hence the repeat. I gave her a couple things off my bucket list that she agreed to and asked her to toss in a surprise that would fit her mood of the moment...is that topping from the bottom???....you bet it is...but that's the absolute beauty of seeing a professional....that sort of thing is permitted....and, if it annoyed her....I am sure she will figure out a way to convey that message during the session....lol.

I guess that's a bit of a hijack...sorry. Please dan...continue....

most respectful regards,

edward.

 

[dan1]

Domina Dominque - part lll

Hello Eddie, PE and Toad. My apologies for the delay. This is the third part of the experience. I hope you enjoy reading about it as much as I enjoyed the experience and indeed writing about it brings back many pleasurable sensations.....
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Come here she said

I turned on my knees and slowly crawled towards her. It was difficult as my wrists were still cuffed together. She was standing imperiously in the middle of the room. She glared at me. A rubber map now covered the floor.

Sit on the floor with your legs towards me.

I sat. She walked behind me. I began to wonder what was going to happen now. In a moment she reappeared. She squatted in front of me.

Once more I appreciated the view of her white skin being set off by the black pvc corset and petite panties she wore. She was gorgeous and I wanted her. She smiled, as if she knew my dream. Carefull,y she fastened leather leg cuffs around each ankle. Fear again crept into my mind. It meant that I was going to be completely dependent on Her. I would not be able to my legs to run. I would be at her mercy. Again she walked behind and this time returned with a spreader bar which she quickly fastened to both cuffs.

Lie on your back and bring your knees up to your chest..

[/I]Yes mistress[/I] I replied.

I laid back and brought my knees up closer to my chest. I realized that I was almost perfectly exposed. My cock and ass lay open. I wondered what the voyeur now thought – was he fondling himself, wondering if he should join in? She attached my wrists to the bar. Reaching under the bar she pulled on the chain still attached to the nipple clamps. Pain jolted through me. Smiling, she gently slide her hand down my chest. My cock leaped up, hopeful to feel her hand. Laughingly, she caressed the inside of my thigh. A groan escaped my lips. I hoped she would continue her downward journey to my hole.

You a slut aren't you she exclaimed!

Yes mistress.

What?

Yes mistress, I am a slut.

Whose slut?

Your slut mistress.

Standing up She walked again behind me. Returning She showed me a flogger. Laying the flogger against my thighs She gently drew it accross them. Hope filled me.

Whack and a caress

Thank you mistress I yelped

Again, the stinging whack against my thighs and again the caress.

Thank you mistress.

Whack, Whack, Whack!

She began flogging my ass and thighs repeatedly. There were no more soft flogging caresses.

Mistress, Mistress I whimpered. I cannot be marked!

I know that fool, now take your punishment!

I hung onto the bar fearful that if I let go, I would lose my resolve. The pain was intensifying. Whack, Whack Whack

Thank you mistress, thank you

What did you say?

Thank you Mistress.

Whack. Finally she stopped. I felt the flogger glide over my cock. Oh god no, this would be too much. I would not be able to stand it.

Whack, My cock betrayed and sprang to attention. She knew me better than I knew myself.

Liked that did you slut

Thank you Mistress,

Whack, Again another whack, again harder. Then more gentle. She alternated. Paying detailed attention to my balls.

Then the tempo and rhythm changed again.

Whack againt my ass!
Whack against my thighs!
Whack against my cock and balls!

She seemed merciless.

I knew I was becoming a bright pink. The pain was intensifying. I could barely endure it. My legs began to tremble.

She stopped. Sweat poured from me. I had reached my limits. My arms were shaking. She removed the spreader bar. Then the leg cuffs.

Lie back on the mat and raise your arms.

Doing as I was commanded I raised my arms and She removed my wrist cuffs.

You are a good slut aren't you She said

Thank you mistress.

Smiling She asked And what can I do for you now my good slut?

Oh mistress I cried. Please mistress, I would like to see your flower. You are so beautiful, wise and skilled. I would like to see the source of your power. Please mistress. Oh mistress please .

Laughing She said And what in return will you do for me.

I blurted anything Mistress, any thing. Just please let me see your flower.

You fool I said to myself. God knows what you have now committed yourself to. We had had a good chat about my likes but I hadn't mentioned dislikes or no go activites. I became worried that I would not be able to fulfill my Mistress's demand. Or worst that we would do something that I did not want to acknowledge that I wanted to do.

Again She laughed. Well then, you must then see my flower, but remember, I will make you keep your promise!

Lie still on the floor.

Lying on the floor, I heard Her walk across the mat. Returning She carried a three - legged stool that had a hole in the middle. She placing the over my head so I could see through the hole.

So, you want to see my flower do you?.

She sat on the stool. Her delicate white hand came into view. Grasping the side of panties She pulled them aside. And there is was. My heart pumped. My cock was a rock. Her flower was so beautiful. Petals of shades of red, pink and purples. Staring as hard as I could I could just make out Her stamen. It was more beautiful than a Georgia O'keefe . Enhaling, I could faintly make out Its perfume.

Thank you mistress, you are so beautiful.

She stood up and the beautiful vision disappeared. I was pleased that I had seen Her Essence! The source of her power and wisdome. A thought flickered through my mind. Might that someday she would trust me and I would be able to kiss it.

Now you nasty slut, MY turn. Stand up. Into the shower with you.

Standing I walked to the shower.

Lie down She ordered. She closed the shower door.

Lying on the cold tiles I wondered what I had agreed to. I had a feeling that I would not like it.

I was soon to find out.

 

[the toad]

Wow, great review, and especially the flow of the writing in describing the session. Are we going to have Part IIII? Or will that remain a secret between you and DD?

 

[edmontonsubbie]

Wonderful continuation of the review dan....thank you for sharing. Did you ever meet the voyeur?

eddie.

 

[dan1]

misbehaving ponies ?

Hi Pony

Thanks. I have enjoyed writing this review and I am glad you have enjoyed reading it. There is at least one more post for me to write.

Let us all know when you have sessioned with DD. I am sure you will enjoy it. Just be careful about topping from the bottom. As you know, ponies that misbehave wind up at the glue factory!

cheers

dan

 

[dan1]

DD part lV

It was cold lying there in the gloom. The tiles felt like I was lying on ice. Trying to ignore the cold, I wondered what was going on in the other room. Was she laughing about me with the voyeur? That would be humiliating. Why had I agreed to let someone witness my domination? Concentrating, I could hear the murmur of their voices. Damn it was cold. It seemed like I was lying here forever. I mentally checked my body out. My ass still stung a bit from the flogging. Apprehension filled me. There could be no marking. My tits were now numb. I could not feel anything. I touched one. OUCH. Fuck that hurt. I guess they weren't about to fall off yet. The voices rose. I could see the her shadow approaching the glass door.

Time to get back into character I thought to myself.

The door opened. She looked down at me.

So slut, you are ready for your punishment?

No, mistress. Please don't punish me.

What Slut. You dare disobey me.

She put a foot on my chest and pressed down. Her heel ground into me.

I thought O Christ. This could be dangerous.

Mistress, please Mistress. I am sorry. Please punish me. I am so sorry.

Striding me, she laughed.

You are a miserable little slut aren't you. You deserve to be punished don't you?

Yes Mistress. I am a lousy little slut.

Do you know what your punishment is?

Oh mistress I cried, please be merciful. Please don't hurt me.

She reached down and pulled on the nipple chain.

AWWWWWW!

Pull

AWWWWWWW

Are you ready to be punished?

Yes, Mistress, Yes. Anything Mistress. Just please don't pull my chain.

Oh fuck. Now you have done it I thought.

I'm going to piss you, you worthless piece of dirt.

O Christ. I hate this. Why do these fucking dommes always seem to want to piss on you? I never even mentioned it in my email. I don't like it. Harley pissed on me too. They all probably like this part of it. Probably gets them off. Whose the fucking pervert here anyways? Oh shit. Why the hell did I decide to do this.

I'm going to piss on your face you dirt bag..

She moved so that she was directly over my face.

No Mistress. Please mistress. Please don't piss on my face.

Okay now I am topping from the bottom. This play-date is just about two seconds from ending. Fuck.

She turned around. I felt relief. She wasn't going to do it. Relief flooded me. Then she started. Pissing on my knees. . Fucking golden showers. Fucking Dommes. Who the hell would want this done to them. I felt totally degraded. Pissing on my legs. Christ, this is not worth it. Fuck fuck fuck. Hang in there. Pissing on my cock and balls.... Her water was warm. Gee, I wished I could see her flower shed its nectar. My cock hardened.

Laughing she said. Like this do you?

Yes, mistress I mumbled.

Fuck who knew. How that hell do you explain this. There were certainly parts of my makeup I did not understand. She stepped out of the shower. I lay there wondering about myself. But, it was still fucking cold and now I was in a pool of rapidly cooling urine.

Sloosh. A warm pot of water was dumped on me. Then again, sloosh.

Get up, dry off and get out here she hissed as towel landed on my chest.

Struggling to my feet, I clutched the towel, dried myself off and stepped into the room.

The room had changed. There was a tall candle stick or post in the center of the room. The voyeur was still there. He would not acknowledge my look.

Come here slut.

She removed the nipple clamps. They throbbed.

Put this on.

It was a black thong bikini. My heart pounded. My hands trembled as I balanced first on one leg and then on the other as I carefully pulled them on. The thong was exquisite. The smooth fabric was cool and felt wonderful against my skin. She stepped back and smiled. My excitement was obvious.

She passed me some red pumps. I was enthralled. This was really happening to me. My mistress was helping me become whom I was. Her slut. I carefully, bent over. My cute ass high in the air as I slipped one foot and then the other into the pumps. Straightening up. I wobbled in the pumps as I tried to keep my balance. I used the candle stick to balance myself. Then, to help compensate, I arched my back and rolled my hips forward.

Thank you mistress.

She passed me a bra. I smiled. It was black and went with the thong. I could not figure out how to put it on. I became nervous and I tried to focus. My hands almost dropped my garment as I continued to fumble. My mistress smiled as she stepped forward.

More skilled taking them off are we.

She took the bra and began putting it on me properly. I was so embarrassed. It was my first bra. It fastened at the front. I thought, how silly of me, as I slipped in the inserts that were offered. Now, I felt full. This was who I was. I was outrageously excited.

Do you want to be blonde or brunette?

I thought for a moment. My mistress was brunette. I did not want to make her mad.

Blonde mistress, please.

She helped me place the wig on my head. The atmosphere in the room had changed. It was more electric. This was transformation.

Come here

I walked tipsily toward her. My appreciation for the slinky walks of my sisters increased.

Open your mouth.

Opening my mouth, she began to apply bright red lipstick.

Purse your lips and then open them again.

I did as I was told. She touched up my lips. I was so happy. I stood there. I closed my eyes and lowered my head. . I ran my fingers across my face, down my neck and over my beautiful breasts. Reaching down, I caressed my thighs, drew my fingers across my loins, my belly and again my breasts. I reached skyward, raised my head and opened my eyes.

I was beautiful. I was Danielle and I wanted cock.

The music started.

Dance for me. Shake your booty you slut.

Slowly I began to move to the music. I swayed my body. Caressing myself I began to gingerly move around the room. Quickly, my confidence in wearing pumps increased. I was able to raise my legs. I ground my ass and caressed myself. Strutting around the heavy candlestick I used it as my pole.

Now, dance for my guest slut.

I minced over to the guest. I carefully made sure my ass rode high and my hips rolled. Standing in front of him, I began to sway back and forth. I was beautiful. I pursed my lips and arched my pelvis forward. Moving my hands through the air, running my fingers over my body, I felt I could feel his touch. I smiled at him. Caressing my ribcage. My hips undulated back and forth toward him. I wanted him. My engorged clit impudently protruded from my thong. I pulled my thong aside and showed my glory. He licked his lips. I held it and offered it to him. And, I knew he wanted me.

No, You slut. Get back here. He is not for you. Sit over there.

She pointed at a chair. I walked over and sat in the chair.

Not on the chair. On the floor, in front of it. She sounded exasperated.

I quickly slipped off the chair and onto the floor.

I am sorry mistress I misunderstood I wailed.

She walked around me and sat in the chair. Her huge cock jutted out into my face.

Suck me you slut.

O thank you mistress. I was relieved. I was Danielle and I was a cocksucker. I had experience. I loved it.

Moving closer, I opened my mouth. My tongue flicked out on its own accord and gently licked her head. With my tongue I traced her shaft down to her balls. Carefully licking her balls. I placed first one and then the other into my mouth. I knew how to suck cock. I could smell her. I desperately wanted to lick the inside of her thighs. Instead, secretively touched myself. Slowly I licked the sides of her shaft. Then, opening my mouth wide I began to take her into me. I begain to bob my head up and down. Each time taking more of her into my throat. It felt good. I moved my tongue around her shaft as I quickened the pace. I hoped the voyeuer was watching closely. I would suck his cock next. It was what I was made for.

Deeper slut, deeper.

Striving I tried to inhale more of her. She grasped my hair and pushed me down. I gasped. She was in control - raising and lowering my head for her own pleasure. There was me and her cock. That was all. That was all there was supposed to be. My neck ached, but I knelt there and willingly submitted myself to my mistress's pleasure.

 

[edmontonsubbie]

you are my hero dan...or should I say heroine danielle? Either way, wow...thank you for so eloquently relating that experience. I have always wished to experience it....but I thought no....too messed up. I love stripping down the social norms....if you can't find it on your own, pay for it. A smile and a thank you is all that's required.

Thank you Dommes for all the advertising that you do or, incite others to relate.

eddie.

p.s. i hope this makes sense....I am just in and I have tomorrow off....suffice it to say that I meant every disjointed word.

 

[dan1]

feminization

Hello Eddie

Thank you for your kind words. I really appreciate your response. I wondered if my last posting was a bit too raw for this forum.

With regard to wondering whether you should try this particular scene, I offer the following....

Kinsey, in his seminal research defined a scale of human sexual response.

The scale is as follows:

Rating Description
0 Exclusively heterosexual
1 Predominantly heterosexual, only incidentally homosexual
2 Predominantly heterosexual, but more than incidentally homosexual
3 Equally heterosexual and homosexual; bisexual.
4 Predominantly homosexual, but more than incidentally heterosexual
5 Predominantly homosexual, only incidentally heterosexual
6 Exclusively homosexual
X Asexual, Non-Sexual

Personally, I believe that most of the population, by inclination, is centered around the 2-4range. I think that the reason that most of us do not practise the behaviours that would correspond to the scale is because of social forces. However, having lived quite awhile (aka I am old) , it is my perception that more and more people are now saying. HERE I AM. SO WHAT. In contrast, in my younger days, the pressure against doing so was onerous. (I would love to hear what the rest of you readers think!)

What would the experience be like?

I am certainly not an authority and my personal experience is pretty limited. But here are my observations..... I have had a brief romantic attachment with a young woman who was doing the requiste year before starting sexual reassignment surgery. She used to say that she never felt normal - trying to be a guy. Realizing that she was in the wrong body, and could do something about it, was a positive expereince. Based on our conversations, it seems to me that some people are simply born into the wrong body.

Another experience I had was with a TV. We had some pretty good discussions about how when he adopted his female persona, it allowed her to act and feel emotionally in ways that she had found were basically off-limits to men. For her, donning female attire was a very freeing experience.

In summary, I think we are all different. What is comfortable to one person will not be okay with another. Sadly, many of us will remain forever locked into our socialized personas. However, if you have a itch to try the feminization scene, I would encourage you to explore it. At the end of the day, you and I will both be dead, and what we did or did not do, will probably not really matter to the course of civilization.

I think, at best, we can strive to understand ourselves and if this means putting ourselves in situations which cause a bit of anxiety - so be it.

cheers

dan

 

[Karl Blues]

Hello Eddie

Thank you for your kind words. I really appreciate your response. I wondered if my last posting was a bit too raw for this forum.

With regard to wondering whether you should try this particular scene, I offer the following....

Kinsey, in his seminal research defined a scale of human sexual response.

The scale is as follows:

Rating Description
0 Exclusively heterosexual
1 Predominantly heterosexual, only incidentally homosexual
2 Predominantly heterosexual, but more than incidentally homosexual
3 Equally heterosexual and homosexual; bisexual.
4 Predominantly homosexual, but more than incidentally heterosexual
5 Predominantly homosexual, only incidentally heterosexual
6 Exclusively homosexual
X Asexual, Non-Sexual

Personally, I believe that most of the population, by inclination, is centered around the 2-4range. I think that the reason that most of us do not practise the behaviours that would correspond to the scale is because of social forces. However, having lived quite awhile (aka I am old) , it is my perception that more and more people are now saying. HERE I AM. SO WHAT. In contrast, in my younger days, the pressure against doing so was onerous. (I would love to hear what the rest of you readers think!)

What would the experience be like?

I am certainly not an authority and my personal experience is pretty limited. But here are my observations..... I have had a brief romantic attachment with a young woman who was doing the requiste year before starting sexual reassignment surgery. She used to say that she never felt normal - trying to be a guy. Realizing that she was in the wrong body, and could do something about it, was a positive expereince. Based on our conversations, it seems to me that some people are simply born into the wrong body.

Another experience I had was with a TV. We had some pretty good discussions about how when he adopted his female persona, it allowed her to act and feel emotionally in ways that she had found were basically off-limits to men. For her, donning female attire was a very freeing experience.

In summary, I think we are all different. What is comfortable to one person will not be okay with another. Sadly, many of us will remain forever locked into our socialized personas. However, if you have a itch to try the feminization scene, I would encourage you to explore it. At the end of the day, you and I will both be dead, and what we did or did not do, will probably not really matter to the course of civilization.

I think, at best, we can strive to understand ourselves and if this means putting ourselves in situations which cause a bit of anxiety - so be it.

cheers

dan

Great post!

 

[edmontonsubbie]

Great post!

a stunning post. Thank you for that quiet insight. It is a delight to encounter someone with the ability and courage to state those things which we likely all feel but are afraid or constrained to express. As all of us do, I have a million thoughts swirling in my head, few make it to voice....my error.

most respectfully,

eddie.