Diary of a Pleasure Dom

In a couple of weeks, I’m going to my first munch.

For those who don’t know, a munch is basically just a casual dinner or drinks meetup for people in the kink community. No play, no scenes — just normal clothes and normal conversation.

I’m already nervous as hell.

I’ve spent the last couple of years figuring out that I’m a pleasure dom. I know what I like: bratty good girls, playful teasing, light bondage, spanking, the Sybian, lots of praise, and watching a woman’s genuine reactions.

I’m not into heavy pain, whips, chains, or the full 24/7 lifestyle.

But the thought of walking into a room full of people who’ve been in the scene for years makes me feel small.

I keep thinking to myself:

“I’m a fucking DOM — I should feel in charge.”

Instead, I feel like the new guy—the baby. The one who doesn’t know what he’s doing.

It’s an experience I’m really not used to.

Part of me hopes I’ll show up and feel like I belong. Part of me worries I’ll feel like an outcast, or that I won’t know what to say.

Either way, I know I have to go.

If I want to learn about myself—and eventually find the right woman, someone who clicks with me both in and out of the bedroom—I can’t just hide behind a keyboard forever.

So in a couple of weeks, I’m showing up.

I’ll write about how it actually went afterward.

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𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣.

PD