First Impressions

I recently had an opportunity to meet with a new Dom, The Captain. Initially, I was too frightened to take that giant leap but something He said within the first few minutes of us meeting struck a cord with me and confirmed that I had made the right decision…”The opportunity we pass up today, will be what we regret tomorrow”.

So there I was, sitting in a small café waiting for Him to find me. I had gotten there early, very early, as I was nervous about meeting Him and felt more comfortable being able to watch for Him. Which, coincidentally my nerves took over and I ended up with my nose glued to a book, trying to act all casual on the outside while I was slightly freaking out on the inside. Not sure if He ever noticed that.

I knew what He looked, what He would be wearing and He also knew what I was wearing right down to the nail polish on my toes. When He first arrived we thought we’d prefer a quieter corner of the store as opposed to being surrounded by others in the café so we walked around searching out a new place to sit. There was a time during our search that I had stopped walking, perhaps to get some insight from Him as to what to do next as we were not finding any open seats. I don’t know if He did it on purpose or not but He strolled right into my personal space.

What I still find interesting is that right in that moment I didn’t flinch, I didn’t back up, I wanted Him there. I wanted that Dominant aura, if you will, so close to my proximity. I took that as a good sign.

We ended up going back in the café to sit down. Talking for about an hour, quietly conversing amongst ourselves lest someone over hear us discussing not only my search for a particular cookbook but also police issued handcuffs and chains hanging from His basement ceiling. Both of which He has assured me He owns. I think I remember feeling envious of the women that have been graced with either of those items.

I also remember sitting across from Him at this little café table, feeling as if I wanted more. I tiptoed around kink related issues, not sure how much He would share with me and quite possibly He may have questioned how much He thought I could handle. Perfectly appropriate behavior for a first meeting, on both our parts so I didn’t fret too much about that.

I was a bit surprised in myself that I agreed to leaving the café and going somewhere for lunch with Him. I wasn’t sure this was proper first meeting etiquette but I decided if it’s something we’re both ok with then I won’t worry about whether it was proper or not.

As He said to me during my decision making process "We’re just meeting for coffee, I’m not going to beat you". And by beating me I’m not referring to the "call the police some strange man just beat me up" type of beating. I’m talking about the "send me home with red marks across my ass that I begged for" type of beating. I later found out He would have been happy to provide me with said red marks instead of taking me to lunch. What was that I said about passing up opportunities earlier? Never mind.

Lost my train of thought. Oh yeah. Lunch with the Captain.

During lunch, which amounted to at least another hour of time spent together, I was not lost on the body language between us. Arms in close proximity, leaning in toward each other while talking, basic stuff to most people but it seemed to have a different meaning in this particular situation. I felt strongly I wanted Him back in my personal space and I liked that I felt that way.

Before this post turns into a novel I’ll cut to the end of our meeting. We left the restaurant and had that awkward moment before parting, both of us standing there looking at each other and wondering where we go next. His outstretched arms offered a hug which I gladly went to Him for and in that moment I secretly wished He’d grab a handful of my hair and give it a good tug.

They say you never get a second chance to make a first impression. Oh, He’ll get a second chance to make a first impression….in the form of a red mark on my ass.