I was traveling through invariably empty dungeons trying out all the animations. A couple of people showed up in one— one who proceeded to take forever to adjust her appearance, and a woman in green top and blue jeans. I think I kind of seduced her. I went around the room (in my black bikini), keeping near her but out of her way, and tried out the various equipment. When I was bent over some device, she commented that I looked nicely vulnerable.
I thanked her, and I think she asked what I was doing. I said I liked being exposed, and I asked about her. She said she liked doing the exposing.
We talked some more, and agreed to play together. She asked me some basic questions— age and location; and whether I’d ever been to a dungeon in real life. She was about my age, and from Florida. Her name was Zoe.
Now she got rather serious. When I agreed to participate, she gave me several animations, all of which made me kneel before her, legs spread, with arms either held out open, or tied behind my back. She said this indicated respect. She was very very big on "manners". She told me her rules: I must address her as Miss or Ma’am— no lower case— and (once we got going) I must only speak when asked a question. She asked if I was smart and could figure things out. She said she’d count infractions and punish them. I gave my stricture against verbal abuse, which was not a problem.
Now we began in earnest. She told me to strip, then attach myself to a diagonal cross against one wall. This is a lovely humiliating view, the whole body exposed, legs parted to show off my pussy.
Amazingly, the whole scene played out there. She didn’t rely much on the animations; almost the whole game was mental. She described how exposed I was. She asked me if people were watching (two people seemed to be) and if they enjoyed seeing me. She emphasized that they did, how I should get pleasure from being the object of attention. She played with trying to get me to slip up. (I don’t think I messed up on the capitalization, but I spoke out of turn once or twice, and sometimes responded to a question that didn't have a question mark.)
Now she said we were nearly done: just the punishment to go. I had earned four strokes. She offered a choice of crop or cane; I chose crop. She gave me another animation for this. I was to count and thank her for each stroke. She approached this punishment with, it seemed, some real glee. She lovingly described caressing me with the crop, then applied it. Her descriptions became more intimate; the last one touched my clit (but only verbally [as an emote]).
That was pretty much it. She told me to get down, and talked to me some more. She said I was pretty, and had done well— I needed a little more work on manners. She warned me that some people could be abusive; one of the signs (according to her) is that they don’t respect their own rules. You can’t trust the dom(me) if they don’t do what they say.
Finally she gave me a hug. I asked if I could hug her; she said she wanted and expected it. She reminded me to get dressed :) and we parted.
What was intense about all this was the atmosphere of control and humiliation (though she was unfailingly courteous). Playing with the machines alone was a visual thrill, but one good for only a few seconds. She used just two items (the submissive poses and the cross), and kept it exciting for maybe an hour. She didn’t use my recently purchased Xcite Clit.
Yancy had emphasized sex and dirty talk, and wanted a good deal of feedback— almost all of it very clichéd. Very male, I think. Zee’s talk was spare and rather artistic, and focussed on obedience— I wasn’t even to speak unless asked. It seemed a very female approach. I was not actually aroused throughout, but undeniably interested. I don’t think it was aimed at climaxing, for either of us.
I think her approach cleverly downplays (except in imagination) what 2L can’t provide— touch— in favor of what it can provide very well: interaction and control. She liked, for instance, to make me wait— one of her lines was "Waiting sucks, doesn’t it".
I was thinking about this experience all day— really different, really intense, very sexy without, I dunno, the rutting element.
I only played a few times with Zoe, but she had a profound influence on me. She was an incredibly intense person— easier to listen to than to talk to; she talked in short heavy phrases that sounded like poetry. She talked about topping in a way that made it sound like therapy.
I'm glad I met her so soon and picked up this attitude before being exposed to others. This is all fantasy, and if it's not a pleasure for both parties there's something wrong. When I top I try to make it an intense and memorable experience— and when it's over I like to cuddle. And I never entirely trust someone who's not at least partially a switch. A domme should know what it's like to do the things she asks; a sub should know how hard it is to create and manage a scene.
That isn't to say Zoe was soft. The idea of not being able to speak unless asked a question is pretty strict as dommes go, and she made it clear that any disobedience would be punished.... and, as in the above session, she wasn't above trying to trip you up. A sub ought to be a little nervous at least. The mark of a really strong person is not abusiveness and aggression; quite the opposite. A great domme doesn't need to shout.
Ignore the stuff in the entry about male and female dom(me)s— it turned out to be hooey.
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