I went shopping for a dog collar a few hours before the play date. I already had a brand new butt plug in my purse. Michael told me to wear the dog collar as a sign to him that I was ready to submit. No collar, no domination. As I walked to Wal Mart’s pet section I thought: how degrading is this? I’m shopping for an pet accessory that will be the symbol of my own choice to submit. I felt a full-body flush that was a mix of sexual arousal and good old Catholic shame.
When we arrived at Michael’s, I felt like a package being delivered by a very sexy courier. Michael’s wife commented on my choice of dog collar, which was brown with a brass buckle. We started out by having a few drinks upstairs. Then, Michael gave me our prearranged signal, to spread my legs and start masturbating while the others watched. Soon after, he led me to a downstairs bedroom, stripped off my dress and told me to get down on all fours so he could check that I was wearing the butt plug. Then he gave me the OK to go to the bathroom and take it out. When I came back, he blindfolded me and tied my hands loosely behind my back. What followed was a muddle of touching, kissing, oral sex and penetration. At one point, Michael tried to use the nipple clamps on me but when I yelped loudly in pain he stopped. Between my shriek and his profuse apologies, the spell of domination-submission was interrupted and perhaps somewhat lost for good.
I ended up lying on a massage table, face-up, knees open, as Michael stood over me with a monstrous vibrator that looked like a white microphone. I’ve seen them in porn movies. He called his wife and my husband in to watch, while he used the vibrator to give me my long-awaited orgasm.
By then it was late and we didn’t linger long. After I had showered and redressed, we said our goodbyes at the door. As we parted, Michael's manner was abrupt; he left the foyer before my husband and I had made our exit. The next day, I emailed Michael to thank him and his wife for the play date. He didn’t reply. I suppose that’s the dominator’s prerogative.
Looking back at the experience, I realize I actually enjoyed the lead up and all the preparations more than the Big Night itself. It was easier and more fun to imagine giving up control than actually doing it. The Big Night felt a bit awkward at times, as if neither of us could abandon the roles that came most naturally to us—he’s a woman pleaser and I don’t like to give up control. Nonetheless, if Michael called me today and told me to come over wearing a dog collar, I confess that I would.