Mike's Blog 10: Hi, I'm Mike
Mike
Whoop whoop double digits! It's been fun with you people and what you lack in comments, you more than make up for in messages! Thanks for the support and praise (or critics)!
This was inevitable, I guess. So many people have asked me how I first got into bondage, how I became a professional dom and so on... And I've always squirmed around the answer. Not because I don't want to answer it, but because it would be so damn long. But I've reached the double digits with my blog and because there has been such a tremendous amount of PM's relating to them, I've decided to suck it up and write the whole damn thing down.
"Young Mike"
Ever seen that awkward loner k** standing ten yards away from every one else? That's me. During High School I was pretty much alone, and liked it that way. And that's not something I've confined myself of. If you correct your teachers and make then look stupid in front of the whole class, you play in a league of your own. I'm not saying I wasn't popular, but I didn't want to be. It had it's advantages, *cough* girls *cough*, but other than that I wanted those dumbasses to leave me the fuck alone.
I had my first real girlfriend at ****** and my first sex on my *************. Even back then giving her a slap on her ass excited me. I just wrote it of as "holy shit sex is awesome" and left it at that.
It was my last year of high school when I started slipping into the "haze the nerd" cliche. That year wasn't much fun, as you can imagine, and it really sucked when my girlfriend left me for one of the "cool guys". But that's just what being a teenager means, and today i'm even grateful that it happened, because otherwise I would have never met Chloe.
Chloe
It was a little after my 18th birthday. I had finished high school and spent the day driving all around, visiting different universities. It was a two day trip, so after checking in at the hotel, I walked down the street to a bar. That's where I first met Chloe. She was working as a waitress and truth be told, she wasn't the kind of girl that would turn heads. That's not to say she wasn't pretty, but she didn't make much out of herself. No make up, messy hair, unironed clothes and an annoyed look that said
"grope me and I'll drive that spoon through your skull" needles to say that I liked her.
She came over and asked me what I'd like to order
"A scotch (drinking at age 18 is legal here), the menu and your phone number." I said, trying to sound flirty or, well, sexy. But it came out in a demanding tone. Guess what, the pretty girl left. Duh.
When she came back over to bring me the Scotch and menu, I wanted to apologize, but she didn't even stay to listen to it. Instead I found a note inside the menu, telling me she got off work two hours from then and asking for directions to my home. I wrote down my hotel and room number, ordered a salad, ate it and went back to my room. About an hour after I got back, she knocked on my door. My thoughts were racing and I eagerly opened the door. She was standing in front of me, but something was different about her. She looked timid, almost afraid. This wasn't the strong ballsy woman from the bar. And she had a small suitcase on wheels with her. Without a word spoken she came in, opened the case, and kneeled down by the bed. It was filled with cuffs, ropes, a crop, a whip, clamps, toys and all kinds of stuff like that. Then she said her only two words of the evening
"I obey."
It was like a cage inside me was burst open and something that was hidden away took me over. I tied her up, whipped her, flogged her and used everything she had brought with her on or in her magnificent body.
At first I was careful, worried I might hurt her too bad, but that woman knew no boundaries. I will never forget her eyes, looking at me, demanding to go faster, be as rough as I wanted to be and use her to my hearts extent. I was reborn that night, never to be the old me ever again. And it felt fucking awesome! The next morning I woke up next to her. She was already awake, watching me sleep and running her fingertips up and down my chest.
"I knew it when I first saw you. You're the one I've been looking for."
Honey, if you ever read this, thank you for introducing me to this world.
The Club
We were together for almost a year before the long distance relationship took it's usual toll. Inevitably, but staying friends, we broke up. I was still looking for a job to finance my studies. My family wasn't wealthy, and even if, my asswipe if a father would never have helped me. I finally found a job at a fetish club Chloe and I frequented, as a janitor of sorts. I didn't have to clean up the room or anything like that, but maintaining and repairing anything that broke. I liked the environment, and let's face it, what guy wouldn't want to work around boobs all day long?
It wasn't until half a year later when my boss approached me with a job offer. He was forced to fire one of his doms and was now offering the position to me. He knew me as a customer and liked my style with Chloe, or recent internet acquaintances. It payed a little better, and honestly, would you have said no? The rules were simple. No crossing the lines set by the customers, no sex unless explicitly desired, the customer decides what happens. I was given a room, basic equipment and it didn't take long until my first customer walked in. It was her first time coming to a club like that, so she didn't know what to expect. We sat down, went over her do's and don'ts, and twenty minutes later she was tied to a cross and I whipped her. She left with a smile on her face and I had found an awesome way to pay for my studies.
I must have been good at what I did, because over the next two years my customer base grew and grew. I was making good money. So good that I took up a loan and bought a house. After a while I began to buy equipment myself and stated to turn one of my basement rooms into a dungeon. That allows me to do private sessions, for those women who needed more attention than an hour at a time. Perhaps a weekend or a night, whatever they wanted and my time allowed. By that time I was working on my masters degree and it was getting increasingly difficult to fit both under one roof. But somehow I managed to do it the whole five years. For those of you capable of doing simple math, no I didn't screw up my times. I took two years for my bachelor and there for the master. Not the other way around.
When I was done, I quit my job to build up my own company, and a little later I met Melissa. And there you have the story of me.
I hope this satisfied your curiosity and from this point it's easier to answer any follow up questions you might have. Next time I'll pick apart a beloved housewife guideline to bondage, so stay tuned.
Have fun folks and happy Halloween!
Mike
Whoop whoop double digits! It's been fun with you people and what you lack in comments, you more than make up for in messages! Thanks for the support and praise (or critics)!
This was inevitable, I guess. So many people have asked me how I first got into bondage, how I became a professional dom and so on... And I've always squirmed around the answer. Not because I don't want to answer it, but because it would be so damn long. But I've reached the double digits with my blog and because there has been such a tremendous amount of PM's relating to them, I've decided to suck it up and write the whole damn thing down.
"Young Mike"
Ever seen that awkward loner k** standing ten yards away from every one else? That's me. During High School I was pretty much alone, and liked it that way. And that's not something I've confined myself of. If you correct your teachers and make then look stupid in front of the whole class, you play in a league of your own. I'm not saying I wasn't popular, but I didn't want to be. It had it's advantages, *cough* girls *cough*, but other than that I wanted those dumbasses to leave me the fuck alone.
I had my first real girlfriend at ****** and my first sex on my *************. Even back then giving her a slap on her ass excited me. I just wrote it of as "holy shit sex is awesome" and left it at that.
It was my last year of high school when I started slipping into the "haze the nerd" cliche. That year wasn't much fun, as you can imagine, and it really sucked when my girlfriend left me for one of the "cool guys". But that's just what being a teenager means, and today i'm even grateful that it happened, because otherwise I would have never met Chloe.
Chloe
It was a little after my 18th birthday. I had finished high school and spent the day driving all around, visiting different universities. It was a two day trip, so after checking in at the hotel, I walked down the street to a bar. That's where I first met Chloe. She was working as a waitress and truth be told, she wasn't the kind of girl that would turn heads. That's not to say she wasn't pretty, but she didn't make much out of herself. No make up, messy hair, unironed clothes and an annoyed look that said
"grope me and I'll drive that spoon through your skull" needles to say that I liked her.
She came over and asked me what I'd like to order
"A scotch (drinking at age 18 is legal here), the menu and your phone number." I said, trying to sound flirty or, well, sexy. But it came out in a demanding tone. Guess what, the pretty girl left. Duh.
When she came back over to bring me the Scotch and menu, I wanted to apologize, but she didn't even stay to listen to it. Instead I found a note inside the menu, telling me she got off work two hours from then and asking for directions to my home. I wrote down my hotel and room number, ordered a salad, ate it and went back to my room. About an hour after I got back, she knocked on my door. My thoughts were racing and I eagerly opened the door. She was standing in front of me, but something was different about her. She looked timid, almost afraid. This wasn't the strong ballsy woman from the bar. And she had a small suitcase on wheels with her. Without a word spoken she came in, opened the case, and kneeled down by the bed. It was filled with cuffs, ropes, a crop, a whip, clamps, toys and all kinds of stuff like that. Then she said her only two words of the evening
"I obey."
It was like a cage inside me was burst open and something that was hidden away took me over. I tied her up, whipped her, flogged her and used everything she had brought with her on or in her magnificent body.
At first I was careful, worried I might hurt her too bad, but that woman knew no boundaries. I will never forget her eyes, looking at me, demanding to go faster, be as rough as I wanted to be and use her to my hearts extent. I was reborn that night, never to be the old me ever again. And it felt fucking awesome! The next morning I woke up next to her. She was already awake, watching me sleep and running her fingertips up and down my chest.
"I knew it when I first saw you. You're the one I've been looking for."
Honey, if you ever read this, thank you for introducing me to this world.
The Club
We were together for almost a year before the long distance relationship took it's usual toll. Inevitably, but staying friends, we broke up. I was still looking for a job to finance my studies. My family wasn't wealthy, and even if, my asswipe if a father would never have helped me. I finally found a job at a fetish club Chloe and I frequented, as a janitor of sorts. I didn't have to clean up the room or anything like that, but maintaining and repairing anything that broke. I liked the environment, and let's face it, what guy wouldn't want to work around boobs all day long?
It wasn't until half a year later when my boss approached me with a job offer. He was forced to fire one of his doms and was now offering the position to me. He knew me as a customer and liked my style with Chloe, or recent internet acquaintances. It payed a little better, and honestly, would you have said no? The rules were simple. No crossing the lines set by the customers, no sex unless explicitly desired, the customer decides what happens. I was given a room, basic equipment and it didn't take long until my first customer walked in. It was her first time coming to a club like that, so she didn't know what to expect. We sat down, went over her do's and don'ts, and twenty minutes later she was tied to a cross and I whipped her. She left with a smile on her face and I had found an awesome way to pay for my studies.
I must have been good at what I did, because over the next two years my customer base grew and grew. I was making good money. So good that I took up a loan and bought a house. After a while I began to buy equipment myself and stated to turn one of my basement rooms into a dungeon. That allows me to do private sessions, for those women who needed more attention than an hour at a time. Perhaps a weekend or a night, whatever they wanted and my time allowed. By that time I was working on my masters degree and it was getting increasingly difficult to fit both under one roof. But somehow I managed to do it the whole five years. For those of you capable of doing simple math, no I didn't screw up my times. I took two years for my bachelor and there for the master. Not the other way around.
When I was done, I quit my job to build up my own company, and a little later I met Melissa. And there you have the story of me.
I hope this satisfied your curiosity and from this point it's easier to answer any follow up questions you might have. Next time I'll pick apart a beloved housewife guideline to bondage, so stay tuned.
Have fun folks and happy Halloween!
Mike
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