It happened to me not so long ago. The impression was so strong that it sunk deep into the soul and prompted me to write this memoir…..
The hot summer turned out to be that year and I, exhausting from the bright and scorching sun, sought to find asylum as a shelter somewhere in the shadow of Moscow streets, where at such a wrong time was sent on a business trip. Despite the fact that our temperature in the summer is higher, however, the stuffiness of a stranger and huge, compared to Alma-Ata, acted oppressively on my mood.
I usually spent a lunch break in a cafe that was in the basement of a large multi -storey building of the time of the Stalin Gothic, where food stores were located on the first floors, throughout the perimeter of the building and in which, by the then standards, it was possible to buy everything that the soul wishes. This building is located to this day near the metro station Krasnopresnenskaya – except that the name of the station and streets are now changed.
So, having entered as usual in a cafe at the cinema, I ordered a bottle of beer and a small breakfast is almost dry, knowing that in the evening there is still a plentiful dinner in one of the hospitable Moscow families. At the table, in addition to me, a young and very attractive guy of years old 25-28 is already located. Looking at me, he immediately accurately determined the visitor in me and, smiling, began at ease and as if knowing me for many years now, ask about life in such distant and exotic Alma-Ata…
After a few minutes of communication, we chatted with him on different topics like old friends who met after some period of separation. Word for word, it became clear that the guy was very difficult and noticed me, let’s say, as the first one came to my eye. It turned out that he has been observing my visits to this cafe for several days at lunchtime and his choice fell on me not quite by chance.I must say that my appearance at that time was rather inherent in a person of an artistic direction and did not confirm my technical orientation in work at all. Many in the Moscow Center, where I arrived on business, were mistaken, taking me for Finn or for a northern foreigner, although I was dressed in a provincial. But, be that as it may, long fluffy hair and well -groomed beard played a role in his choice.Judging by the manners, I accurately felt in him a person related in order.And I was not mistaken.The guy did not even think to hide this, hugging me openly like a brother who was lost and suddenly found in the crowd.
About all -spent and reckless youth ! Would I now go alone, being in a foreign city, with an unfamiliar, albeit very pretty guy in a suburb – in Kuchino by train !? Home, to my new acquaintance, still not knowing what awaits me there in the near future .
And the guy – Dima – tried to entertain me on the way, telling some funny details from his life and we both laughed merrily, looking into each other’s eyes and noticing how the invisible threads of the new charm more and more entangled us both, and inexorably pushing us onThe predictable is now proximity….
And here we are in his apartment.As it is customary – a bottle of cognac, a light appetizer appears on the table, a video turns on – naturally porn, with a bias of our orientation, which no longer makes sense to hide.
Now, when you have been drunk on the occasion of the acquaintance, and the languages are untied, I find out the main thing – the guy suffers from a complex of non -renewal of satisfaction without causing pain – how is it now customary to designate the motto – from pain to playazure, which has become popular in the well -fed West of Sadomasochism – SM…..
He invited me to fulfill the ritual of pain and suffering so necessary for him, without which he will not be able to pour out in a sweet orgasm. Having familiarized myself with the “script” of the game, I already approached what I have to fulfill and which of the terrible accessories I should apply in the process of “punishment” …
It is good that I was already familiar with BDSM elements in the read literature and had the concept of the behavior of the master and slave in sexual games. This greatly facilitated the task for my Dima – after a few minutes I was already dressing the leather clothes of the Roman warrior -patricium, put on sandals and…. a kind of skirt, barely covering my virtues, not constrained by any swimming trunks … It was worth a little excited – and the skirt was healed, exposing what a male figure was created for. .. Dima, in turn, represented a slave in this game, guilty of a strict master and presented to him in his readiness to bear any punishment for his fault, apparently considerable because the punishment should have been very cruel and prolonged.
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