Got this through Google of all places!

I was tempted to do this in story form, but decided to be honest about it.  This happened and is still happening.

There’s a reason I picked the title. I have a new submissive: Phoebe. This is not online but in-person only. Well, we still have fun through texts when apart because I like to play with my toys. Phoebe loves the honorific “Daddy,” so that’s what we use. She is not a Little, so it isn’t a DD/lg dynamic. It is very much a D/s dynamic.

Phoebe and I met at a Munch last week.  I got a seat next to her in the restaurant and began to have a great time talking with her.  She wasn’t sure she was a submissive, but was exploring things.  After talking with her for half an hour, I knew what she was, even if she didn’t yet.  We followed each other on Fet and left it at that.  We chatted for over two hours.  She was very, very open about answering any question I had about her fetishes, limits, and feelings about dom/sub dynamics.

Later that night, I politely messaged her on Fet and thanked her again for the lovely chat.  She had already messaged me to ensure I got home okay, which I thought was very sweet and a good sign.  We went from there to agreeing to meet again in a couple of days at a coffee shop to get to know each other better.

Well, her plans for the following day fell through, and I had already begun to play with her a little through Fet messages.  How?  A little nipple torture every hour until bedtime.  It was about 5 pm when she told me her plans fell through, and she’d just be sitting around home, counting the minutes until she could enjoy torture again.  

Following my own advice about listening when a submissive tells you what she wants, I already had tickets to a movie that night, but invited her to meet me there if interested.  She was, and we may or may not have paid a lot of attention to the movie.  She’d also shown me on Fet a couple of new toys she’d just received in the mail: impact toys.  After the movie, I “heard” her and suggested going to her place to break in the toys.  It was a great night, and I didn’t leave her place until the wee hours.  

During our play time, we had begun to agree on a dynamic and what it would look like.  At the night’s end, I told her I would ask the same things the next morning when endorphins and subspace were not clouding her judgment.  The next morning, she was still very adamant, and we talked about how surprising to her it had been and was to learn just how deep of a submissive she wanted to be.  

That’s enough about how we met and started things.  During our fun together, she has been cropped, flogged, paddled, spanked, and clamped.  She adores nipple play.  In case you’ve been wondering, I talked at length with her about my blog.  She’s seen it and told me I wanted to write about us.  She was thrilled with the idea.  I have no idea if she will subscribe or speak up, but that’s for her to decide and not appropriate for me to command.

Some will say I have a type, but I’d argue the type is more the thing than me choosing it.  Phoebe is a ginger.  Her eyebrows are almost invisible.  She has lovely, sweet blue eyes and dimples when she smiles for Daddy.  She is forty years old and has no trouble with our age gap.  We get along very well and have many of the same likes and dislikes.  She is very much a masochist, and I’ve already taken her well into Yellow on a lot of occasions.  We will be working towards red as she gets more comfortable with it.  She’s had experience with other Doms but has cut off all communication with them on Fet since she has “learned better things out there.” I thanked her for the nice compliment.

Lila is entirely aware of this from the beginning to the present.  She has cheered me on and is “loving” that I have found this connection.  Phoebe knows all about Lila and even about Sassa at Night Cafe.  She was already poly at heart before we even needed to discuss it.  She asked tonight if I was okay with her going to the movies with a guy friend she thinks just wants a movie buddy.  I told her it was fine, of course.

In my experience with polyamorous relations, I’ve found it polite and respectful to let the other person know when a new interest or social situation comes up. I’ve never told a submissive she needs to ask permission, but they do anyway because that’s just who they are. I’ve talked to Lila about Phoebe, not for permission but out of respect. 

It’s a beautiful thing to experience and feel the poly situation working for all involved.  I knew this was what I wanted and how I wanted to be, but theory is one thing and reality another.  Reality has happened, and theory has been proven to work.  As stated, it will still take a lot of communication and respect for each other.  There are some things I say or do with Lila I will never do with Phoebe because those are OUR things.  We’ve discussed it.  I will do the same with Phoebe.  This is an integral part of making things work.  Each knows they have a special place in my heart, which is kept sacred.

I will begin a weekly update on my dynamic with Phoebe, which I will title the same as this post, but with added words.  Thanks to her, I used a crop for the first time.  I will be investing in my own for my toy bag.  She had two collars she’d picked out sometime earlier.  We settled on one of them to be her collar when we are together in private, but my little girl is adventurous and wore it to get gas before going home.  She knew I would love it.  She’s already learned how much it pleases her to please me.  For some strange reason, she says I am very kind, which can’t be right since I am a mean, old, sadistic dom!  😉