First off I want to point out that this tale of extreme happiness is brought to you under the orders of my Sir... which may give you a bit of insight into where Kris and I are at this point. This story, though, is mostly about how we got here...
I never intended to fall in love with Kris, he was a hookup.
I was between jobs, still am as a matter of fact, and had way too much spare time on my hands. This lead to me looking for people to talk to during the day since all of my friends were working and were unavailable to entertain/amuse/keep me company. Mostly I used Grindr and Recon since I had no problem with the occasional hookup and I enjoyed kink probably about as much as anyone else reading r/BDSM. I initially encountered Kris on Grindr, we talked and it was nice but I got distracted by something shiny (I do that sometimes) and we lost touch. I encountered him again on Recon but I don't tend to talk to very many people on Recon because the moment you start a conversation with me and call me 'boy' I'm gone (On a side note, why would a stranger call another stranger they've never met 'boy'? It's not like they know me, hell I may not be into any of that... but time and time again, there it is.). I didn't immediately put two and two together until Kris changed his profile on Grindr to 'Shameless Spandex Pervert' which did two things: one, it made me laugh like a gibbon monkey, and two it made me very interested.
I'm not really a spandex guy but I love someone who can be open with their kinks so we can both get off on their kinks. So, while I wasn't HUGE into spandex, I loved to see Kris put on spandex and get all giddy and happy that he was feeding his kink which, in turn, made me get an supernatural fondness for the stuff. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
Kris and I decided to meet up and we hooked up the first night (remember, this was never supposed to be dating). The funny thing about a hookup is that usually you don't stay the night, but I did, usually you don't make out much or compliment each other a lot, but we did, usually you don't cuddle up and when you wake up miraculously discover that you never stopped holding each other, but we did. This wasn't the plan, and Kris was leaving in a few months, but it was nice so we went with it.
Over the course of the next few months Kris and I explored our respective kinks. His fondness (understatement of the year) for spandex rubbed off on me and my fondness for bondage, S/m, and M/s worked it's way under his skin. I'm not a total sub but I prefer to be treated a bit like a pet or sexual object once and a while and Kris did his best to comply. The tough part though was that Kris is an incredibly compassionate human being and lover, it took some doing to get him to understand my need to be occasionally dominated (though he was fine with me dominating him) despite being a top and having the tendencies for sure; he just suppressed them I think. I shared with him much of the porn that I found alluring as sort of a rough guide of what turned me on and he jumped on it. Kris, who had never really acted out on his Dom side, suddenly was learning knots to tie me up, putting spandex hoods on me to blind me, and going to great lengths to drive me sexually wild.
Sometime around then Kris and I realized that we matched each other. Not necessarily kink-wise (but by golly we were getting there) but personality wise, we agreed on practically everything and thought much the same way about things. This man, who was supposed to be just a hook up, had worked his way well past the barriers I usually put between myself and hook-ups and we were both very much in love.
Then came the hard part. You see Kris lives across the country normally and was only in town for a few months... at some point he needed to go home. I was not one for long distance relationships where I could see no end - I'd been there and done that and I wasn't keen on trying it again. So the hardest day of my life came when Kris got on that plane and flew away... we wept.
We kept in touch and I promised to visit him but I had decided to go back to school and so I couldn't simply move out to be with him... could I?
Yes, I could.
After some discussion it was decided that Kris would move here in January after his contracts were up and I would move there until September. With a future and a plan in hand the two of us continued to talk and keep in touch. We talked about what our life together would be like, how awesome it would be when I was there, and how incredible it will be when he comes here and we are finally and permanently together. I've never had these kinds of discussions in my life; I am still amazed at how easy and natural they feel.
I fly to Kris in three days. The last week has involved some serious D/s with Kris dictating that I stay chaste for the week before I arrive and daily assignments of submission to his desires, of which this memoir is one of them. I'm more than happy to follow where Kris points, knowing now that he is getting off on it just as much as I am. Since we are both switches I look forward to turning the tables on him and sharing my own sexual deviousness with him when I arrive (bugger just got there first!).
I am marvellously in love with the man I'm calling Sir - not because he is my Sir but because he is incredible. We are equals and we give and take from our relationship equally. I am proud to own him just as he is proud to own me right back.
very sweet! Glad you two were able to learn and love together (no matter the distance).
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