The One When He Invited Me To Dinner

M had invited me to dinner at his place. We'd seen each other since our first meeting but nothing had happened. We'd been speaking on the phone a lot so when the weekend rolled around, I was nervous but really looking forward to seeing him. We'd spoken at length about our mutual needs and wants. Everything seemed to click naturally.

Dinner was unlike anything I had experienced. He asked me to sit down at the table, straight in my chair, arms behind it. I had no idea what he was up to. He tied my hands behind the chair and my mind was racing through a million scenarios. He told me to close my eyes. I did, nervously, and he came up behind me and he tied a blindfold around my eyes. As my world turned black, I realised that I had submitted to him already without even having thought twice.

He fed me, pausing every now and then to touch me between my legs, forcing his fingers inside of me. It was so intense. When he finally stopped, he showed me the mess I had made on the chair, the floor... his shoes. I'd never done it before, but apparently, I'd squirted all over the place. I was mortified but he seemed to like it.

Sexually, we were more than compatible. I think it took us both by surprise. It was the kind of connection I had only ever imagined.

The weekend was glorious. In fact, every weekend I spend with him gets better and better. I know that seems unlikely, but it is true. The more I see him, the deeper I fall. As if I could be any more in love with him than I already am.

It's been about 7 months now. I have been collared to him for a good amount of that time.

That's not to say we haven't experienced a few issues. They were short-lived and have only seen us become stronger in our commitment to each other and to our relationship.