California play

Just moved to California and what a difference it is here. Everyone plays at their own level and I respect that. My level of play and their level of play differ quite a bit. Finding that partner that doesn't see me as too extreme proved difficult. Through a fetish community website I met a Dom that goes by the name of Thoro. We exchanged emails while sizing each other up. Hearing that I am very hard core he was not deterred, he was old school trained and could meet my level of play. We met at a Starbucks down town and he wanted me within moments. Pushing me to leave with him however this was new experience for me. All Tops I've played with I knew previously and witnessed them play first hand. This was a man in a new city, no connections to anyone I knew and have never witnessed him play first hand. I text my sister the license plate, make and model of his car his picture and contact info. He suggested a sleazy hotel a few blocks away and after wieghing the pros and cons I decided I desired to feel my flesh come alive and needed to relinquish that control and just trust. I admit I do not enjoy humiliation or being treated like a whore per-say but I found the front desk clerk very amusing. We entered the office and I admittedly look much younger than I am and he was obviously much older, the clerk assumed we were father daughter. He very casually and sure of the fact asked if we wanted two queens or a queen and a cot. When Thor0 said just one queen thank you the desk clerk shot his eyes up in disgust. Looked at Thor0 and then over at me, looked me up and down and like a catty bitch clicked his tongue and shook his head and looked back at the receipt. I could hardly contain my laugh and once outside I explained my reaction to a fairly confused Top. I said with a strut "Come, take your slut to our room for the hour". He expressed he desired to do an inspection and I was again in new territory. We didn't do inspections in SLC, well not with those I played with. We knew every inch of each other and how the other played before we even negotiated. He instructed me to strip in front of him, place my hands behind my head and stand with my legs spread apart. His hands all over me, his mouth taking in my flesh, his teeth marking me in hidden places and consuming me. His fingers within my wet silk and tight unlubricated ass owning me, taking me and possessing any part of me that was still mine. Beating my breasts hard leaving black hand prints along my virgin flesh untouched in such a way before. I did not enjoy his rough handedness with my breasts my nipple bleeding and flesh blackened. His teeth in my back his hands striking my ass and thighs with only moments of breast play the discomfort was brief but intense. His hand on my lower back he instructed me to bend over the bed. This bed comforter was ridiculously childlike with bright colors, dinosaurs, Tonka trucks, flamingos, planes, trains and automobiles. Sub space was surprisingly not easy to come by. With every new position a new part of my body was devoured and possessed. Embracing my inner sexual kitten, arms stretched out before me, face smashed into that ridiculous comforter, ass stretched out as if welcoming his fingers into my sex. The contradicting sensation of his fingers consuming my wet silk, the invasion of my tight unlubricated ass and the welting of my once freshly tanned flesh now black and a deep maroon. Keeping myself honest, Sir is still the only man to ever make me cum but in the end he held me and expressed a desire to see me again. I was instructed that he will not only fuck me but push my boundaries and in that he was not going to hear anything but a code word and in that code word the fun and games would stop. He bid farewell to his little motel whore and drove away. Since that day I have found a procrastination to playing with him again, our scene being more flagellation and less exchange I admit I wasn’t that impressed. I will say I do not have all the facts in my possession given the nature of the scene; we shall see. When I approached Sir with the tale of thor0 and our scene he simply said “So Thor0, ummmm ya……” and left it at that. Days of pleading with him to expand what he meant by that. Feeling an anticipation as though I had a vibrator on my clit but unable to cum for his words. Leaving me waiting, wanting as Sir does so very well and like an orgasmic release I got my answer. Though it was nothing I didn’t already know the fact was that He knew it, He knew his little one. His critique so loving and spot on, pointing out that I was not impressed. That I should reflect on our(Sir and his little one) play VS with Thor0, could I tell him one occasion in which I remembered the blankets on his bed or clothes he was wearing. He could hear the distance in my words about Thor0 greatly differing from the connection with him, the lack of energy exchange and that I was to examine it and my state of mind at the time. Strange that even 700 miles away he can still create that feeling of a full scene release over text. In every way possible I continue to serve him and though only in small windows of availability He’s still Sir to his little one and in that I am blessed.