Mr. Intensity

I am not easily intimidated. I have a bit of a superiority complex, and I am fairly self-assured. Every now and then, though, someone comes along to make me doubt whether I might be the smartest person in the room. I don’t particularly care for the feeling, but it is a surefire way to get (and keep) my attention.

Mr. Intensity intimidates the hell out of me.

His quiet confidence is a thing to behold. He doesn’t flaunt his experience nor his intelligence, and keeps his physical stature fairly unassuming. It is these qualities that make him such a force. I wouldn’t call him guarded, but he is layered- just when I feel like I have him figured out, he adds another element to the equation to keep me guessing. He would call himself a simple person, but it’s the deliberate and (literally) calculated way that he approaches everything that makes me see him as intense. While he may be predictable to some extent, he is anything but simple.

He is a very experienced Dom, and has a wickedly creative mind- we’re talking hooks in the ceiling and power tools. He talks of his encounters as if recounting a walk in the park- no need to embellish, no need to perform- that’s just what happened. He gets the bulk of his pleasure from the pleasure of others, making him a complete enigma when it comes to style. With me, he focuses a great deal of attention on impact play and bondage. He has an absolute gift with rope and rigging, and ties my tits with the attention, appreciation, and talent of a world class sculptor. His (literal and metaphorical) bag of tricks seems limitless- I never know what to expect.

Beyond that, though, he challenges me to step outside of my comfort zone. When I meet people who intimidate me, I have the overwhelming urge to impress them. The praise kink is strong in me, and it means a hell of a lot more when the praise comes from someone whom I respect. Mr. Intensity has put me in situations that I never thought would happen; not only did I go willingly, but I went eagerly- chasing the high of eliciting a “good girl” from his lips.

He has pushed the lines of my exhibitionism. He creates challenges for me to overcome. He demands a higher pain tolerance. He is also responsible for my first true foray into watersports. The thread in common throughout all of our sessions is the intensity that radiates from him. He knows exactly what he’s doing- every hit, every word, every instruction. When he grazes his fingers over a steadily forming bruise, wraps his rope around my body in a work of art, or leads me around the backyard on a leash- he puts me through exactly what I sometimes don’t even know I need.

I feel pride when I impress him, or when I push through a boundary that I wasn’t sure about. His casually given compliments fuel my sense of obedience- and adventure. We have a strikingly casual relationship outside of a session. He unceremoniously throws me off of my game in new ways each time we play. He is definitely more knowledgeable and experienced than me in most things, which makes learning from him- in BDSM or otherwise- such a rush.

Like Mr. Intensity’s style? Read more of his stories here.

Published by aliddell106

30 something woman- writer of erotica, blogger of all things BDSM and beyond. Tall, curvy, blonde; intelligent, grounded, hilarious. High pressure job, experienced submissive.

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