Strangers In Parking Lots Are Not My Cup Of Tea

I met a stranger in a parking lot today. I wasn’t going to write about it, except for the fact that it has given me some perspective on my limitations. For those of you who have been reading for awhile, yay, I have limitations. Unfortunately, they’re not really the kinds I have been searching for. They’re good to know, but not a whole lot of fun. My afternoon went something like this…

He called me around lunch time and asked me if I wanted him to hurt me. He said he was into humiliation and if I had a few minutes, he’d make it worth my while. I’m still not certain who gave him my number. I agreed to meet him in the parking lot of a grocery store a few miles from the office. I almost didn’t go. It was the middle of the day, in the middle of everything and I am well know downtown. At the last second, I decided to go.

I had told him what my car looked like and as soon as I pulled in he hopped in the car. I left the air on but put the car in park. He immediately told me to pull my shirt up and take my bra off. He loved my tits. He slapped at my right one while he took out his cock. He grabbed me by the hair and forced me down over him. There in the daylight, with people streaming by on either side, I sucked his cock until it was good and hard.

He pulled me up and sucked on my nipples, nibbling hard while he slapped my pussy through my jeans. He pulled my hair again and forced me back to his cock. I gagged on him, taking him into my throat. He called me slut and whore and at that moment he was right. He slapped my tits some more, bringing finger shaped welts. He told me then that he was going to cum in my throat and then leave me there. That’s exactly what he did. He grabbed my hair and made me suck him cock right there in the parking lot in broad daylight until he came down my throat.

Now, here was my realization… I really didn’t like it. It wasn’t the scenario that bothered me, or even the fact that I was barely aroused, much less enjoying myself. The fact is that there was no connection to this stranger. I didn’t care one whit about him and so, I didn’t enjoy myself. It brings me back to the post about the difference between Domination and disrespect. Sure, I was used today and in general I was used in a way I would typically enjoy. It isn’t my body that needs the pain to let go and enjoy the pleasure. It is my mind that needs the release. For me, that release involves a mental connotation in order to work. My greatest desire is still to find one man, one Dom who can satiate me, care and control me, keep me safe and warm while taking me over the edge of oblivion whenever he pleases.

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