Blood from the beatings, marks from the ropes so tightly tied around my wrists, makeup running down from sweat and the blindfold, drool all over my face from that huge rubber ball gag, sounds like a perfect Bondage S&M night to me. Here is part 1 of my story about how I got into this world of pleasure and pain. It all started with an ex. After a night out one night, returning to his place.
At first, I found myself in a dimly lit room, surrounded by various BDSM equipment. I am a submissive girl and I am standing before this sexy man, naked and ready to be tied up and fucked. Super nervous of course, but the trust I put in this person made it go away fast.
Next, he grabbed the armbinder and fastened it around my arms, pulling them tightly behind my back. I am moaning through the gag as he secured it around my head. You can’t help but feel a rush of excitement when someone has complete control over you now. Then my master starts groping my beautiful round tits and touching my pussy until am literally dripping wet. I know what it’s time for, my spanking. That’s what bondage whores get, lots of spankings.
Next, he proceeds to grab my breasts. Kneading them roughly with his big manly hands, eliciting muffled moans from behind the gag. As his fingers trail down to my soaked pussy, he finds my clit and begins to rub it in small circles. I start shift my weight, trying to grind against his hand, but he pulls back. Instead, he picks up a paddle and strikes me on my nice ass hard, leaving a deep red mark. I whimper, my body shaking with pleasure and pain. He continues spanking me alternating between your hand and the paddle. Each time you strike me, I moan louder and louder, my body writhing against the restraints.
This hotness will be continued. I decided I needed to go pleasure myself halfway through, sorry boys. The story will continue, of course!
What would you like to do next with me sir? I hope I hear all about it soon!