A Baby Deer's First Steps

By the time I hit my 18th birthday, the curiosity of the world of BDSM was something that was floating around in the background of that part of my mind where all the other kink aspects of my personality resided. In the couple of years that followed the Anna Experience, my active involvement dropped right off, and I think I had shifted to the mental exploration and education mode of new and evolving interests such as BDSM and the yet to be coined phrase, TGirls.   

Still living in a smaller community and at home, there was no opportunities for a young man to really gain much of an education in those areas. It probably was an ad in the back of the local metropolis newspaper that gave me an avenue to take the first wobbly steps as a baby deer would in encountering my first Domme. In hindsight, I probably was another in a long list of "phone idiots" that a Domme has to unfortunately deal with on a daily basis, when I worked up enough nerve to make a call and inquire about.....well...I wasn't even sure? 

 

I don't think I even had an agenda when I made the phone call, my hands and voice trembling. The first time, the call went to a voice mail, and I could right away hear in the voice on the other end, that this Woman was a no nonsense, means business type. That made my heart and head race even faster. 

Over the next few days I attempted to call a couple of more times, each time getting the same voice mail, and then when I had almost given up, on ring two, She answered.... What followed was a haphazard attempt at trying to learn about what could take, place, what kind of "tribute" was involved (it wasn't worded that way then, lol) and what one could expect. Instantly I could tell She had little time for my BS and as I stammered my way through what up to that point was the most awkward phone call in my life, She ended it abruptly, obviously upset that I had wasted Her time. I was almost relieved that it was over, and thought to myself how maybe this wasn't cut out for me after all. 

"Nah, maybe some things are better left to the imagination", I thought. 

I had other things to worry about, and soon I would be moving to the big city to carry on with my schooling. Oh what lessons would be awaiting me, because like the Silk Trap I had fallen into with Anna's panties and clothes, one never really ever escapes.....On a side note, I would like to take this opportunity to finally apologize to Mistress Morganna for the foolishness of my youth, and for the dumb questions I was asking and for wasting Her time. Better late than never I hope...