Let's introduce Tom the dom. Our first visit to the club.

Am I submissive?

Let's rewind back to our first visit to the club and introduce the dom that we met. 

It was a very overwhelming experience the first time that we went to the club. We had no idea what to expect and more than that we didn't know how we would feel about being in a place like that. As it turns out, it feels like home to me. 

So, our first visit, I was dressed more conservatively than the average, when I changed into the more revealing outfit it was an opaque black mini dress and crotchless tights (with underwear on). I felt amazing but looking back it was nothing extreme by the club standards. I did however pair it with some 6 inch black and gold strappy stilettos putting me at a lovely 6ft 4inches tall. This visit was about information gathering and watching to see if this is something we would want to do again. We were chilling in the dungeon when a fully dressed, tall man entered with a large bag and a couple following him. Meet Tom. 

Putting on a show

Tom was moving the various 'chairs' into position and he soon started work on a lady. It was kind of a blur but involved spanking, toys and vibrators until she came. During his performance I laid on my stomach on one of the beds with my chin cupped in my hands and my eyes never leaving Tom. Karen, sat next to me, asked if I'd tried Tom before but I shook my head. Maybe it is bold or conceited of me to say but I don't think he was used to women holding eye contact as confidently as I did with him and he gestured for me to come up and join him. I shook my head. He gestured again and once again I shook my head with a smile. When Tom gestured for Karen to join him, she jumped up eagerly tossing her glasses back on the bed towards me. She knelt over the chair with her arse in the air while Tom spanked and hit her. I continued looking directly at him wondering if he had hoped it was me. 

The approach

With the two women satisfied with his choice of toys including a plug in wand which I had never seen before, Tom packed up and Mr and I headed to a different room. I didn't see Tom again at the club until we were heading to the changing rooms to leave and he approached us as we passed the bar. He said he'd seen me and I felt the colour rising in my cheeks. He asked if I wanted to play and I whispered that I was new and didn't know what I was doing or what I liked. Not entirely true but this was our first club visit so not a lie. He said he'd be gentle and walked me back to the dungeon and the St Andrews cross. 

Tie me up and spank me?

He didn't tie me to the cross but Tom had me facing away while he started spanking and flogging my arse. Each spank a warmth flowing through my body. My eyes firmly closed so I could focus on breathing through each contact. The spanks came quickly and firmly and as his hand made contact my body would clench with the stinging. Having no idea what was coming next I started to feel a new sensation, the flogger. I loved the flogger. The feeling was more diffused. It covered more of my body. It didn't hurt less but somehow felt softer. I could imagine standing at that cross all day feeling this. But Tom had other ideas, he told me to turn around. He spread my legs, he spat on me, his gloved fingers pushing inside my pussy. I was overcome with the feelings and wanted more. With my eyes closed I still didn't know what was coming or really what he was doing. He used a dildo on me, he used his hands, he covered my body in ice and ice water. But then.... then he used his wand. Now, if he had asked me I would have told him that I do not like vibrators. I have bought several over my lifetime and just didn't get the hype. The noise was off putting and even if I could cum I found the orgasm mediocre at best. I just didn't think they were my thing. But with my hands still held against the cross but not restrained, my legs spread, his arm holding me against the cross and the wand pressed firmly against my pussy I realised that not all vibrators are equal. I could still feel the pain and pleasure of the spanks. I could feel the sensations rising and whereas normally my overactive brain would make them fall like a souffle, the wand did not let up. Whether I wanted to or not I was going to cum. In public. Fuck. 

The orgasm

I didn't know the protocol, what was I meant to do?? My legs were turning to jelly as waves of pleasure were pulsating through my entire body. I grabbed on to Tom and then pulled back not knowing if I was allowed to touch him. But still the waves, not ripples but great big tidal waves, ripped through my body and Tom told me to be louder. Realising that I was still trying to maintain control, I let go and the orgasm reached to every extremity of my body. I felt my legs give way. Still, Tom did not stop. I doubt it was more than 5 or 10 minutes in total from the first spank to cumming but it felt like an eternity. Tom guided me to the bed next to the cross and told me to get on all fours. He began working away on me again and to this day I have no idea what he was doing. I was in another world of pure pleasure. The thousand voices usually shouting in my head were completely silent and I basked in the total joy. He told me to lay and there I stayed while he cleared up. When I finally felt able to stand like Bambi learning to walk we headed to the changing rooms, got dressed and headed home. 

We'd meet Tom again, but I didn't know that.