My first encounter with Ginger
This is the journal entry from my first encounter with my pet. It's my perspective on where Ginger evolved from.
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With my gf kissed, my car packed, and my nerves high I headed out the door to meet my pet for our first encounter. We had been speaking for some time online about meeting up as a larger group, but both she and I were entirely too eager to do a photoshoot; we didn’t want to wait for schedules to align.
When I first saw her walk through the door of the bar my jaw dropped. Holy hell, there is no way that this is going to play out the way I want. Yes, we have negotiated possible boundaries with all of our significant others, but I cannot imagine a scenario in which those boundaries would be within the same zip code of what’s actually going to play out.
Her nervousness when we began speaking, though, was endearing. She was gorgeous, intelligent, and who knows… this could get interesting…
As we finished our drinks and I offered one final time to let the meeting at the bar be the end of the first encounter, she was adamant that she wanted to go through with the shoot. So, I booked the room.
As I set up the photography equipment in the hotel room I watched her prepare her makeup. My pet was still nervous, but I couldn’t help but see the element of strength involved in her overcoming her nerves to experience this photoshoot. I noted with pleasure that each time I gave her an instruction - “lay your outfits on the bed for me to review,” “put this shirt on and let me see it with those shorts,” etc. - her nerves immediately vanished and she complied. This young woman took direction perfectly and used that direction to fulfill her desires - suddenly freed from the anxiety of whether each act was appropriate, warranted, or desired by me. This is interesting.
BDSM and D/s have been a part of my life for a very long time. While we had touched on the subject in our chats, it was apparent that my pet had an innate desire to experience more and to learn about herself.
Those boundaries that were negotiated with our partners were safe. Under no circumstances will such boundaries ever be broken. However, we certainly did enjoy every moment, every movement, that brought us to them.
The obedience shown earlier in the evening was even more apparent as the passion began to rise. The thirst in her eyes when I finally pulled out my cock and instructed her to kneel in front of me was overpowering. The eager yielding of her wet, untrained mouth was divine. And the look of shock and unfulfilled desire in her eyes when I had her beg for my shaft to once more part her lips and I told her, “no” was pure ecstasy. This woman needed to learn more about obedience, not because she struggled with the concept - no, on the contrary - because she yearned for it.
-Sir
