My First Female M (Part 1)

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My acquaintance with her is thanks to a dating forum—it's been renamed since, but we met before that, because I saw her posts and learned she was joining the forum behind her husband's back.

I often admire women who are ahead of their husbands in this regard; their attitude towards life is admirable, and their attitude towards sex resonated with me. So, we connected through private messages on the forum.

Although we later exchanged QQ numbers, we still occasionally kept in touch through private messages. I would actively reply to her posts, gradually communicating and getting to know each other.

Since we were both forum members, the topic of sex wasn't awkward. When I brought up this private issue that involves every adult, she didn't shy away or feel embarrassed. On the contrary, she talked about it very openly. Her openness reinforced my appreciation for mature women.

They can handle any issue calmly, without the shyness of a young girl, like a ripe apple, subtly exuding a sweet fragrance, waiting for someone who likes it to pick it. And I felt very fortunate to have such an honor.
I could sense that she was the kind of woman who appeared dignified on the outside but yearned for passion within. Married for many years, her marital life had become rather mundane. Her family and career were both stable, without any major incidents. Her child was in middle school and boarded at school, only coming home once a month. The house was relatively spacious, but the lack of emotional connection between them had led to an inner emptiness.

During our conversation, she made no attempt to hide her deep loneliness and longing. When I asked about her height and weight, she told me without hesitation, even proactively revealing her measurements before I could ask. Perhaps it was her cheerful initiative that attracted me, or perhaps it was her 74C bust, but I became incredibly interested in this woman. However, I never expected this woman to have such surprising desires and thoughts.
She's actually a female masochist!
Some people may be unfamiliar with SM, but a quick online search will immediately reveal its meaning. My understanding of SM didn't begin with her; I actually learned about it during university and was quite interested in those kinds of pictures, which would excite me and make me feel incredibly aroused. I never imagined it would happen to me, nor that I would become a Dom or a Sub.

However, recently I've been exposed to it more often. Perhaps out of boredom or for other reasons, I've developed an urge to try it. My motives, however, may not be entirely pure. Because of my strong sexual desire, my desired SM has a strong sexual purpose. I don't know if this is the mindset of a qualified Dom, but I always adhere to one principle: to enjoy pleasure. As for the methods of enjoyment, I'm open to anything—intercourse, anal sex, oral sex, and sadomasochism are all means to an end, as long as both parties enjoy themselves.

Furthermore, I don't approve of the purely master-slave relationship found in some S/M relationships, where the submissive (M) is said to have no rights other than absolute obedience to the master. In my view, SM is purely a game, where the master chooses to inflict pain and the submissive chooses to be masochistic. Despite the differences in form, their intention and desire to enjoy pleasure are the same, and their right to enjoy pleasure is equal; therefore, their choices are also equal.

A master has the right to choose how to inflict pain, and similarly, a submissive has the right to choose how to be masochistic. Perhaps they play different roles within the game, but outside of the game, they are born equal citizens. Therefore, I think it's necessary for masters and submissives to communicate, understand each other, and explore the meaning and pleasure of SM as a game.
She agreed with my views, so we got along very well and exchanged photos after getting to know each other for a while.

I carefully admired the woman in the photo. She was dressed casually, and you could tell she was a rather simple woman, but she didn't lack taste. This was evident in her skin. From my personal observation, the skin of women who wear makeup regularly is different from that of women who don't, and that's where the mature woman's aura comes from.

In the photo, she was wearing frameless glasses and smiling at me. That tranquility and dignity emanated from her eyes. I could almost smell the perfume emanating from her. If I hadn't known beforehand, I would never have associated this mature woman, who was already a wife and mother, with a female submissive. That strong psychological gap gave me an indescribable stimulation and impulse.

I fantasized about stripping this woman naked, tying her hands, and making her kneel in front of me to suck my genitals. The excitement from my brain cells spread throughout my body with my blood, and finally, the excited blood concentrated in the middle of my body, tormenting my desire, making me impulsive, making me crave.
After getting to know her better, I learned that she hadn't actually tried real-life SM before, so she was still hesitant about controlling and developing SM scenarios. Therefore, choosing a suitable dominant was a source of inner conflict for her.

Chatting is a process of building understanding, and because we had common topics, we got to know each other quickly. We discussed the feasibility of unconventional sexual practices such as oral sex, anal sex, bondage, whipping, and candle wax. We had many shared interests, and she was currently very eager for someone to explore her anus.

This coincided perfectly with my own long-held desire, and I have to thank God for his favor. However, she was still worried about my ability to control the SM process, and I thought I needed to give her time to get to know me. Therefore, although we didn't live very far apart, I didn't rush to suggest meeting.
Looking back now, we probably chatted for about ten days. Because she was also very busy with work, we didn't have much time to chat, so ten days wasn't actually a long time. But for us, who were mentally prepared, it was enough. Besides, we needed to wait for an opportunity, a perfect opportunity that God would give us.

About a week later, I remember it was a Thursday. When I logged into QQ at work in the afternoon, I saw her message: "Are you free this weekend?"
I was secretly delighted; it seemed our relationship was about to make significant progress. I quickly replied to her.
"Yes, is there something wrong?" Even though I already knew the answer, I still liked to ask the question knowing the answer.
"I'll be home alone this weekend, haha."
"Oh, what's wrong with you being home alone?"
"Oh, it's nothing, haha."
"Hehe, are you afraid you'll be lonely at home and want to find someone to keep you company?"
"Hate"
"Haha, okay, enough joking. How can I contact you when I get there?"
"139********, text me when you arrive, I'll come pick you up!"
"No need, just tell me how to get there. Also, don't send messages too often, as the content of messages can easily be exposed if your phone isn't with you."
"Oh, okay, then I'll contact you by phone."
"Well, you don't need to pick me up. It's not good if people see me, especially when you're home alone, you'll be more sensitive."
"Hehe, I didn't realize you were so cautious."
"Games have their rules, and caution is a prerequisite for victory and safe passage."
"Yes, I like it; this is perfect for an S."
"I hope I can be a qualified S"
"I hope I can be a happy m."
"I also look forward to being your S soon, hehe."
"That depends on your skills, hehe."
"I should be able to get there Saturday morning. Tell me your home address and I'll come straight there. My phone number is 137********. I'll call you when I get to your door. Just open the door and don't say anything."
"It feels like a secret rendezvous between spies, doesn't it? Hehe."
"I really enjoy this adventurous and exciting game, haha."
I checked her address and it wasn't too far. I'd been to that area a few times for work, so it should be easy to find. The two cities aren't far apart, and there are plenty of shuttle buses. I estimated it would only take a little over an hour to get there. Looks like I really need to hurry up and buy a car. It would be so much more convenient if I had one.
What are your plans for the weekend?
"Hehe, I don't know, what do you think?"
"Anal sex? Bondage? Wax dripping? Do you have the tools at home?"
"I've never played with that before, who's going to prepare that thing?"
"You must have a rope, right? And a candle?"
"We should have rope, but who uses candles these days? We don't have any."
"Oh, then find the rope, wash it clean, and I'll buy the candles."
"Are you really going to play with dripping wax?"
"Didn't you like it? What? Are you scared?"
"Yes, I do have that desire in my heart, but I'm also afraid of the pain, haha, it's a contradiction."
"It's alright, I know what I'm doing. We're getting ready to go now, we'll see how things go."
"Okay, I have a meeting in a bit, we'll talk later."
"OK"
Because my work was almost finished at the end of the year, I didn't have much to do, so I idly went online to wait for her to come back. But she didn't return by the time I got off work, and I was slightly disappointed. However, my anticipation for the weekend grew stronger, stirring up quite a few waves in my previously calm heart.

Right, I should use this time to prepare some things, so I quickly went out to find a store that sells candles. Unexpectedly, I couldn't find any in several supermarkets. Well, these days power outages are rare, so what shopkeeper would still have candles?

So I went to small shops in the nearby urban villages, and finally found some in a run-down shop. I bought a package and went to the pharmacy because I needed lubricant for anal stimulation, and I heard Vaseline is particularly effective. I also wanted to buy a syringe for enemas. By the time I bought all three things, more than an hour had passed, so I hurried home for dinner.
Nothing happened that night, and the next day was the same boring routine as the day before. As soon as she got to work, she opened the couples' forum to see if anyone had replied to her posts. After being disappointed, she checked to see if there were any newly posted member photos, commented on them one by one, and then checked to see if there were any new topics to chat about. Another morning passed by. She didn't come online until almost the end of the workday in the afternoon.
"Sorry, there's been so much work at the end of the year, and I also took him on a business trip this afternoon, so I haven't had time to go online, haha."
"It's okay, I'm happy to hear this news, hehe."
"Hate"
"So the plans for tomorrow haven't changed?"
"Okay, see you tomorrow. Time to go home."
"Okay, I'll give you a good talking to tomorrow."
"Ugh, bye-bye!"
“88”
Another long night of waiting. Now I understand why generals can go without sleep for days before a major battle; that kind of excited anticipation is no less effective than any stimulant. A hot shower relaxed my tense body a lot, and I sat down at an internet cafe. But after facing the computer all day, I felt a bit nauseous when I looked at the monitor again, so I gave up and continued to be bored.

Then I fell asleep out of boredom. Because I usually like to sleep in, I only set my alarm for Monday to Friday. But this time, for some reason, before the alarm even went off, I opened my eyes and had no desire to close them again. So I got up to wash up, pack my things, and most importantly, the things I bought the day before yesterday.

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