#domdar

You know how some people have gaydar? Like, there’s something about the way people portray themselves that makes you know their LGBT? I have that, but for Dominant men. I can sense it. Which ones are Dominants. Like good Dominants--not the kind that have read 50 Shades and think it’s hot. Skilled Dominants who are naturally panty-soakers. I just know it when I see it.

I had this friend in college--we’ll call her Rose. Rose was vanilla as they come. A good girl who never drank alcohol, did drugs, or had any kind of crazy sex. But Rose was very interested in my lifestyle, and would ask me all kinds of advice questions and stuff about kinks she’d never involve herself in. She was an information sponge.

So one day Rose is telling me about this federal agent she flirted with at work. He’s the typical crisp black-suited white guy in his early 30s, but she was very detailed in describing his personality. She described their flirty interaction and how they planned to go to a diner the next day.

“Girl,” I said, “Be careful. He’s a Dom.”

“How the fuck would you know that? You don’t even know him.”

“Trust me.”

So the next time I see her, she has this big story to tell me. I’m intrigued, so we get some lunch and sit down and she starts telling it to me.

“We went to the diner like we planned, right? And we got to talking and it got really comfortable really fast. I remembered what you said about him and kind of laughed to myself and he asked what was funny so I was like, ‘Well, I have this friend...’ and I told him what you said. I called him “Dommy because you told me about the Dom/Domme difference and how it wasn’t pronounced ‘dommy’ but I like the sound.”

“Go on,” I said.

“And it got so weird. Like, really weird. I was calling him ‘Dommy’ and he was so straight-faced. I laughed a lot and he told me not to call him that. I asked him why and he wouldn’t really answer.”

“Oh boy.”

“But I pressed on. It was working for me. So I said, ‘why, are you actually dommy?’ and I shit you not, he grabbed my wrist with one hand, pinned it to the table without breaking my gaze, and said, ‘If you call me that one more time I’ll fucking show you what it really means.’“

I nearly choked on my soda.