Like a bolt of lightening from out of nowhere is what it felt like when I first saw him. August 26th 2000 is the fateful day when I first saw my now Owner at a BDSM Munch here in Las Vegas right before going to a Play Party in Parump (did I spell that right I wonder) with a former friend of mine slave Michelle, who for that day was to be under my Protection.

I can see you just finally started putting two and two together, that is right I was a Domme when I first met my Owner and had been for about 8 Years already. If you call Master Viper (then Master Dan) an alpha Dom, I was the female equivilant in many ways. I was not touched, spoken to or other without permission or my personal interest. To me BDSM was not a game, a thing you put on or off like a dress, but simply a way of being, thinking and behaving. I saw in it an integrity, an honesty, a responsibility and freedom that had long since appeared to have disappeared in the regular vanilla world.

I should at this point further more mention that there were three things that should by all rights have prevented me from being present that day, but all ended conspiring to my meeting my future.

Number 1 - I was locked in a very unhappy vanilla marriage which I only remained in for my three children.

Number 2 - I had three children who up to this day (now out of my house and grown up) I love more then life itself, evenso they have now as is human nature gone their own way.

Number 3 - I was supposed to work that day.

Ironically it was my now exhusband who encouraged me to go out with Michelle (whom he had the hots for as he did with all my girl-friends) and “enjoy” myself. Which meant go get fucked and then tell me all about it. Not at a BDSM Event thank you, but ok I go.

As I mentioned, my marriage had long since fallen apart and it was a sham to say the least. I think in retrospective that this was a lot of the breeding ground for what was about to transpire.  I needed a change, I needed something that was greater then me for once. I was looking for a real man who could not only stand up to me, but would make me feel just for once as if I could hand the reigns over to him. I was tired, so very very tired, of having to behave like a man in ALL areas of my life. Make the decisions for everyone, deal with everything and be responsible for everything. I was worn down.

When I and Michelle first walked up to this Meeting Place, I noticed a rather thin man in black Jeans, leather boots, a leather vest and a “metro styled” Panne Shirt and a leather skull cap walking in before us. He got my attention not only because of this “unusual” outfit, but because of the way he held himself.

Now, see (and he knows this) to me he looked like a gay leathermen sub or lower Dom because of the outfit. I mean it screamed gay to me, but that was the first of many of my mistakes.

He sat with friends of his which I had the pleasure of speaking with the week before for the very first time and whom had told me about a Master Dan and his treasure who I would love to meet, since we both seemed to think so much alike. Treasure mind you as in the here and now. Keep that in mind as my story unfolds to you.

We, I and Michelle, set at a different table catycorner from theirs. I greeted a lot of the different Masters and Mistresses around me, some of them asking me about my kids, to which I answered that they were with my husband. Again keep this in mind. As I watched the interaction between this Stranger and others it became clear that he was neither gay nor in any way a sub. He was a Master, known to many of the larger Mistresses (BBW mostly) who seemed to rather liked the look of him. His gaze found our table several times, but I thought that it was Michelle who had found his interest. Typically that would have made sense, since this little Bitch had quiet the body on her. Mine nothing as fine as hers. Plus she was a sub and I a Domme. Made sense to me.

We ended up going to the play party in different cars of course. Him riding with his friends and us with a group of others. We ended up stopping in at the Cherry Patch Brothel, since some of the girls with us never had been to one. It was “interesting” if a little pointless. We finally arrived at the playparty about 2 hours behind most others.

I wore a Pentagram around my neck which Michelle had begifted me with.  I didn’t know that many people there, (I had just moved to Las Vegas in May 2000) and in many ways felt a little out of place there. This group of BDSMers didn’t seem at all like those I was used to in the Midwest. There was just something off so I decided to sit away from the rest for a bit and just observe. Didn’t take long before Master Dan (Viper) walked past me, looked at my Pentagram and told me.. “I have one like that inverted..snicker and a look that was supposed to say something”. I shrugged and told him “Nice”, this didn’t mean anything to me. So he had the   Baphomet sign, big deal. He told me later that he had taken me for a Wiccan and in which case he figured I would freak out on him. Well sorry dear, I am not a Wiccan but a Witch, so next?

However, that was first initial contact made and I felt something strangly pulling me towards him. Most of the evening Michelle and I were busy intermingling with others. We scened once, she scened with several of the different Masters and I watch her being used a few times. In the corner of one of the rooms they had a vanilla Porno playing to which Michelle and I made fun. Acting as if we were reading off lines from our Palms etc. Yes, I admit it we were little shits, but come on. Vanilla Porno at a BDSM Playparty? Really?

Somewhere in there, one of the Masters was joking with me and I had walked over to him saying something and putting my hands on him in a playful threatening gesture, however Master Dan was sitting right across from him and I can up to this day not tell you if it was just my imagination or if I truly heard his mind, but something in me told me in a very dark voice not to touch the guy and that I was his.

Now understand that I believe strongly in reincarnation and I have often said that Master Viper and I have been togehter for over 5000 years now off and on. I do believe and have had the transgressions to see and believe that this is only one of many mutual lifetimes together for us.

I had been introduced “in passing” to him finally by his friends only shortly before and I had borrowed a few pieces of his equipment for a session with Michelle since I had not brought any of my own. I had not planned on scening.

Now as I walked up to him, I sort of squatted so I could be eye to eye with this male who was seated and felt so much heat. Remember what I said about “his Treasure”? I thought that there should be a slave at his side and was asking politely about the missing servant of his. I made it clear that I was hoping to have the pleasure to make her aquaintance as well at some point.  He looked at me and said ” She died in December!” I was shocked, I felt as if someone had just slapped me over the head. This Masters face turned instandly ashen as he spoke and I did something I would seldom do. I reached out and placed my open palm on his cheek, telling him how very sorry I was for my blunder. I had not known. To both of our surprise this unbending male leaned into my palm and rested his head there. He had accepted my warmth, my wishes for his healing without as much as a second thought.

We spoke very little at this point, but kept going about hour business. After that we were somehow never really far away from each other in the room, never talking, never touching and only more or less glancing at each other from time to time, as new aquaintances would.

Sometimes later my back started bothering me and I wanted a Back Massage. One of the Mistresses offered up her owned pet slave for this service to me, but I just looked at Master Dan and asked him if he was any good at it. He smiled and asked me if my Back was hurting and I just shrugged.

By the way that was the last back massage I ever got from him and I am still repaying him for that one. “Grins” The music on the Radio was Enigma the CD Behind the Mirror, which ended up becoming our CD in many ways.

I remember his hands strong, firm and secure and he growled at me. He really growled at me! LOL to which I answered in kind.

That night he stayed past his ride home because I had mentioned that I might whish to borrow some of his equipment again, but then ironically we had to leave shortly after. He caught a ride in a different car then us back to his vehicle, something that was not what he had hoped for and Michelle and I wrote in the back of another.

When we got back to the Parking Lot he was still standing by his Car, parked only a couple of steps away from my old clunker. I walked over to him chatting for a couple of moments with him and he gave me his phone number, after I would only give him my email address. He invited me to go watch the sunrise up by the Lake, but I had to decline. I had kids to return to and Michelle to get home. Somewhere in there I knew I would see him again.

Now here is something that never happens with me, I kept the Phone Number. I have a horrible habit of loosing males phone numbers unless they are business. His I never lost.

ON the way home Michelle looked at me and said. “Honey you could rival Las Vegas right now! You are all lit up. ”

As I walked into my house my now Ex-husband too looked strangly at me. “You had fun?”
“Yes!”
“You met someone?”
“Yes, I have!”

and with that I walked away and went to my solitary bed. I had warned him so many times not to give me away to others, because one day he would lose me. Well … that was the beginning of the end.

More next time.

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