“Sex without pain is like food without taste” – Marquis de Sade.
I didn’t realise the true meaning of this statement till I had my first BDSM encounter. All my life, I kept feeling like I was missing something during sex but couldn’t put my finger on it. Previous partners tried everything from clit play to oral sex, and mind blowing fucking but I still craved excitement.
So, what do you do when you’re sex starved and need a sexual adventure? Get to exploring! My friend, (we’ll keep her anonymous) decided to take me to a swingers’ club two years ago. I was tensed at first, but was ready to do anything to break free and discover my sexual limits. Here’s how I lost my BDSM virginity to a tall sexy male (I’m getting chills as I remember this)
Here’s how I lost my BDSM virginity to a tall sexy male (I’m getting chills as I remember this)
The Walk In
Walking into the club, I spotted a sexy male dom, dressed in leather pants, shirtless, with a whip in hand. Immediately, I felt my heartbeat increase and my pussy get a little wet. We maintained eye contact for about a minute and I was sure he was the one I wanted. At sex clubs, or swingers’ clubs, there isn’t much talking, fortunately. So he approached me and took me by the hand. Prior to this, I had watched videos and thought I had an idea of what would unfold. But, boy was I wrong!
Into the Sex Room We Go
At this point, my mind was running wild, my pussy wet with anticipation. The room was dark, scented candles filling it with the scent of clary sage. My partner asked me to sit down and relax, as he handed me a glass of red wine. Two sips in, I couldn’t resist the urge and leaned in for a kiss. The sexual tension was too thick and I could already see a bulge in his trousers. He accepted the kiss quite deeply, but cut it short and gently but firmly placed me back in my seat.
Here Comes the Art of Submission
I am a lead in the bedroom. I love to ride my man, take control, and feel powerful. All this, I had to let go of in there. Mr X (let’s call him that for now) pulled out a pair of black furry handcuffs and as he dangled them in the air, all I could do was nod. Soon after, my hands were tied behind my back and he was unzipping my tight denim crop top revealing my already hard nipples.
Every sensual touch made me wetter, and when he pulled out a feather teaser to play with my rock hard nipples, all I could do was moan. I was losing myself and letting go in ways I had never imagined I would with a complete stranger. Weirdly enough, I felt so at ease, because he was super confident. Something I had never seen in any man I’d slept with before.
Out Came the Whips: Let’s Get Naked !
All this time, Mr X was still clothed (hard as fuck). He uncuffed me and led me to a standing restrainer where he pulled down my shorts before cuffing me at the ankles and wrists with my hands stretched out on either side.
I was wearing a g-string, so when the first stroke of his whip hit me I felt a rush of adrenaline. Mr X was still kind enough to ask if I liked it. I could barely talk as I gasped for air in sexual excitement. I let out an almost inaudible “yes” which was followed by a deep passionate kiss as he pressed his hard penis on my thighs.
