Where Did You Meet Him?

I asked for questions and did get several, and I'll answer but probably not all at once. What would be the fun of that? And yeah, they could have short answers but y'all aren't here for the short answers are you? The question of the day asks "Where did you and your Sir meet?"
We met in a chat room. A yahoo dungeon chat room to be more precise.

I had discovered chat a couple of weeks before. I don't know exactly how long. Maybe 3 or 4 weeks? I was chatting with people, making friends online, looking for fun and flirtation and cybersex.

And I had been looking at the titles of the rooms. Most were generic chatroom titles. Some were, lean close now and I'll whisper it, dungeon rooms. They were meant for darker things. For darker people. For people who liked things that weren't for nice girls. For perverts maybe. And I wanted in so damn bad.

I was so drawn to the idea of dungeons. And yet so terrified. Of what you'll ask. Of someone seeing me there and knowing that I wanted to be ... spanked, chained, used and beaten? Yeah, all that. I hadn't really faced it yet for myself. I didn't really acknowledge yet that I was submissive. I was searching for myself and what I needed. And peeked in the dungeon, kind of knowing that some of what I wanted was in there, and yet... so nervous about it.

I think I was nervous about acknowledging what I wanted, and probably just as nervous about whether the big kids in the dungeon, the real Doms and subs, would know I didn't really belong there. I was afraid to speak, afraid they would notice me.

So I had been in them several times. For fairly limited periods of time each time, cause often when someone would talk to me, I'd panic and flee. And yes, I do get how lame that sounds. So true though. Peeking in, listening to or reading the conversations in the main room.

I think it was probably the third visit to a dungeon. And this Dom messaged me. And yes, I'm sure that other Doms had messaged me. Variations on "Fall to your knees and worship me slut". Which didn't really make me want to do that.

He sent me a message, I think asking me if I was a submissive and what I was doing there. Asking me what I was searching for. And we chatted. And that night he told me what his name was, but that if we had the kind of relationship he hoped for, that I'd call him Sir, and then Master. And he asked me if I liked pain mixed with my pleasure. And, I'm not sure if it was that night or the next, that he gave me a task to go buy some clothespins.

We chatted for a couple of weeks, just messages and emails and then we talked on the phone and I was hooked. Totally.

I had chatted with a hundred guys in the short time I had been online. Maybe more than that? Who knows. And when I met him he felt special. Not that I was looking for "The One" because I really wasn't; I was looking for myself. But he felt like someone I wanted lots more of and I did know that right away when I met him.

I thought he was smart and funny and dark and so damn sexy. He was a little older, very arrogantly sure of himself and a bit scary. And the explicit focus on power and sexuality and his willingness to discuss them at length were all parts of what intrigued me. I felt like he was 100 miles ahead of me on the D/s journey. I felt like he could see inside me. I wanted him. And I wanted desperately for him to want me. Totally hooked.