The first step

Sometimes things happen spontaneously, before you have had time to prepare the ground. What I mean is, you find yourself alone in a room with a girl, one you know to be submissive in a general sort of way. But you haven’t had time to find out exactly what she likes. Yes, I know as a dom it’s supposed to be about what I like, and it is, but all the same, when it comes to d/s there’s not much I don’t like, and other things being equal I’d prefer to do something she likes rather than something she doesn’t. You get a far better response that way. Of course some girls want to be made to do what they don’t want to. And you have to be able to understand the difference between wanting to be made to want it, and not wanting it at all.

But you don’t yet know quite what she wants, and it’s awkward to just sit her down and say, ‘Tell me, dear, do you favour nipple clamps at all? Or should you rather I walked you round on a leash?’ So you try to intuit what she might respond to. You’re flying by the seat of your pants – or more precisely, by the seat of hers. There’s a lot of fun in this, but at the same time it’s a severe test of one’s skills as a dom, trying to judge, from the comparatively little you know of her already and from her reactions on the spot, what is the most productive line to pursue.

Fortunately, she’d given me one or two hints. I don’t know whether she didn’t say more from shyness or a desire to put me to the test or simply that she thought since I was the dom it was up to me. But I find you can’t go far wrong with a plain old-fashioned spanking, over the knee. So that’s how we started, just my hand on her bare bottom. Hard.