real bdsm experience.
I met up with an experienced dom last night. We met and drove around for awhile talking before going to the hotel. He explained to me THE safe words. He says in the BDSM community (people who go to conventions and stuff) THE safe words are red, yellow, and green. Red being the conventional safe word, meaning “stop the scene, untie me, I’m freaking out.” Yellow meaning “something is wrong, I don’t want to stop the scene, but talk to me/slow down.” And green meaning “I’m bored”. When we got to the hotel I showed him all my toys (dildos and some nipple clips) and he showed me all his stuff (floggers, whips, paddles, crops, dildos, SCARY nipple clips, violet wand, St. Andrew’s cross, etc).
He said he was going to use the bathroom and that when he came back out I should be naked and kneeling on the floor. I barely made it in time before he came back out. He walked up to me and ran his hand through my hair and over my body. He examined my ass and told me to go forward onto my hands and knees, and felt my ass more, smacking it some and spreading my cheeks and generally looking me over. He made some compliment about my body, but I don’t remember what it was. He told me to address him as Sir during this time. Then he got heavy duty leather wrist restraints with metal loops on them and sat on the bed. He had me come kneel in front of him and give him each hand at a time to be cuffed and then stand up and put one foot at a time on his knee to have the ankle cuffs put on. So my pussy was naked and right at eye level.
Then he hooked me to the St. Andrew’s cross and put a blindfold on me. He used mostly floggers at first on my ass and back (that’s what he had the most of). Eventually he used a cane which hurt quite a lot. He struck my right ass cheek 5 times in or near the same spot and left one or two dark raised cane marks. He used several different implements on me while I was on the cross. He was fully clothed this whole time.
I forget the exact order of everything, but at some point he had me back on the cross facing outward this time. He whipped some on my pussy and put heavy duty nipple clamps on my nipples. I didn’t really feel them too much though. He had two on each nipple because on my pierced one he had to do it like that, plus I was so not sensitive. When he took the clamps off eventually, they did hurt quite a lot, and he did a lot more whipping on them and cropping so they were very sensitive.
At some point he had me chained spread eagle on the bed face up. He used floggers on my breasts and a cupping kit on my nipples and pussy. The cupping kit hurt like hell. It hurt so much on my clit, but luckily the way my anatomy is he couldn’t get the cup to suction to it. He tried about 6 times and every hurt like hell, but he finally gave up. He sucked my nipples into little glass cups tight so that the blood rushed to them, and then could screw in a thing that pressed into the middle of the contorted nipple and made it hurt even worse. He smiled and laughed when I’d say how much it hurt, but if I ever said yellow he’d back off. I tried not to say it much. I think the main time I said it a few times was when he was whipping on my pussy.
He put clothes pins on my pussy lips, 5 on each outer lip and one on each inner. I was yelling at the pain from the inner ones, so he took them off. He tortured my nipples a lot with a small cane and his mouth. I’d be squirming or saying “ow” and he kept laughing and saying I could “make an expression” like say something, but I didn’t know what to say. He thought it was funny I was so quiet and didn’t swear much at all. He had me blindfolded and was running something over my pussy and smacking me with it. I asked what it was, and he ran it over my lips, opening my mouth so I could feel it. It was a crop. He continued to slap my pussy and breasts with it. At another point he put the crop in my mouth, I guess as a gag kind of. He flicked my clit hard with his finger while I was on the bed over and over. It made me jump every time, it was so sensitive, and this made him laugh. He pinched it hard and put a clothespin on it. That hurt a LOT. He didn’t leave it too long.
He eventually had me suck him off. He’d told me he liked anal so I was fingering him there, so he stopped me and said to do him with a strap on, which threw me off because I was supposed to be being sub. So I did that with one of my dildos because I couldn’t see without my glasses to find one of his. I just kept going and going, and he was moaning and I guess liking it, but he was all soft. He eventually let me stop. I was sweating a bunch. He motioned for me to lie next to him, and he said he’d liked that, that it was different than fucking himself with dildos and plugs. He had me use dildos in his ass (not strap ons, twice more that night.
I was lying on the bed on my stomach toward the end of the night. He whipped my ass and back some. He came and sat next to me, one arm over my torso holding me tight. He said he was going to give me “one to grow on” and waited for me to respond. It took me awhile because I knew it would be a hard one, but I finally said “Yes, Sir.” And he said “What was that? Are you ready?” and I said “yes sir” again, and maybe something else, like please, but I can’t remember. He gave it to me and it was very hard, and he was holding me tight. He asked if I wanted ten more like that, and I was quiet. He asked again (he’d been kidding, but could tell I was considering it). Finally I said “yes, sir, please. But please not too fast.” He wasn’t sure what I was saying, but we finally worked it out. He told me to count them out loud. I liked this quite a lot (taking hard blows slowly, knowing how many are coming, and having to count out loud.) They were very hard hits on a very sore ass. I had my head in my hands on the bed through some of it, but by the end I was looking over my shoulder a bit. On the last one I turned to look away, but he told me not to, so I had to turn and watch him raise his hand high in the air (I liked that too, being told to look. Or not look, it all works. Being told exactly what to do). He was very happy with me, and said I was a good “pain slut.” I liked being told I’d done well, but I just don’t like the “pain slut” terms. I can even like it when people are describing me dirtily, but I just don’t like pat terms because they’re like curse words and they feel fake and contrived. I did like him telling me I could take a lot of pain, and that next time he could use a ball gag on me because he knew I could take a lot (and wouldn’t need to safe word). He also said I’d be a good one to use at a demonstration. I definitely liked the idea of that.
That night when we were getting ready to go to sleep I put on a shirt and was looking for some underwear, but he said “what are you doing with that?” and I said I like to sleep in a shirt. He begrudgingly said that he’d let me this time…so I stopped looking for underwear. He cuddled up to me, which was awkward, I did not want to cuddle with him, and I HATE sleeping that close to someone. Luckily I was really tired so I fell asleep. I woke up early and took a shower. I thought it was later, but when I got out of the shower it was only 8 o’clock. He opened his eyes while I was looking for my clothes and motioned for me to lie next to him. He draped an arm over me, so I just lay there resting. Eventually he started squeezing my nipples, sucking them into his mouth and biting them, making me squirm. He then played with my clit for awhile, lying there with his eyes closed. I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do when that’s happening. Cause it seems like I’m not allowed to move, but then that seems like I’m not interested…I don’t know, so I just lay there and eventually started moaning, I don’t know if it was real or faked moaning, it’s so hard to tell anymore. It did feel good, I just feel compelled to be more vocal than necessary. Especially after he seemed to think I was oddly quiet.
Eventually he was more awake and told me to stand at the cross. He had me stand with my back to it and my arms joined behind it with my legs spread so my feet were at the bottoms of the X but I wasn’t actually strapped to it. He whipped my breasts and pussy more. Used a toy in my pussy.
He told me to go lie down on the bed on my back. He went to each corner of the bed and attached a leather cuff to each wrist and ankle. He had me sit up so he could put the blindfold on me. It was a heavy leather one with a metal buckle. He made me lean my head back exaggeratedly so he could fasten it right, I guess to make me vulnerable. He strapped me to the bed. He smacked me in the face a little. I asked that he please not mark up my face, sir. He put clothespins on my pussy and clamps on my nipples. He smacked me in the face a little, pretty lightly.
He took a call from a woman who used to be his slave. He told her where he was and that he was torturing a little submissive girl. He said yes he really meant it, and told me to say hi. I did and the woman seemed amused. He was talking to her more and slapping my thighs some with his hand. I told him he could take the clamps off while she listened if he wanted, he laughed and repeated it to her. He did take them off and I yelled in pain. He took off the nipple clamps and 6 of the 10 clothespins on my pussy while she was listening.
He put a thick vibrating dildo in me and fucked me with it some. Then he said he was going to go take a shower. I heard him go to the bathroom, and I laid there. The room was quiet, then out of nowhere he smacked me in the face. He’d crept back in and snuck up to me. He thought this was very funny. He fucked me more with the dildo and then went and took his shower.
He came out and I guess got dressed. Told me he was going for a soda and did I want anything, so I said diet coke. He left but I didn’t hear the door close, so I strained to pull my blindfold up a little to see if it had closed, he’d left it just barely open, but then he was coming back in and barked “what are you doing?” I laid back down and said I was checking if he’d shut the door. I didn’t react upset at all that he’d left the door open, or I think he might have gone into that he’s the master and can do what he wants. He came over and adjusted the blindfold and said something about that I shouldn’t do that, and that if it happened again I’d be getting a punishment I wasn’t wanting…the whole rest of the time I thought of asking what he would have done to his slave if she’d pulled her blindfold off, and asking or implying I’d like him to do that to me (It’d be thrilling to get an actual punishment sometime, but I’m not bratty at all, so it’s hard to really set that up.) When I came closest to asking though, he was using a very thick paddle on me and it hurt a lot, and I didn’t know if I could take much of a punishment from it, so I chickened out.
He attached a spreader bar to my ankles and pulled them back above my head. This hurt though, so he readjusted it so that my knees were over the bar, being held up toward my head, and that hurt less. He said he was going to crop my pussy. I think I asked him to tell me how many, and he said 30, and that I should count “One sir, thank you sir” and maybe ask for another. I counted that way, but didn’t ask for another much. He kept me that way and then I felt his finger in my ass hole. He’d said I’d need several enemas before ANY ass play, but decided he couldn’t leave it completely untouched. He fingered it roughly some, and I was moaning. It did feel good. Then he used my blue forked dildo on me pretty roughly. It felt good, but I was so sore, I eventually asked him to stop and he did. He untied me and told me to go stand by the cross.
He used several implements on me again. I wasn’t tied, but told to stand there with my back facing him and my legs spread. He seemed to be pushing me. He used floggers and whips first, and then eventually some paddles. He used a small paddle that I liked and then the heavy duty one (this is where I chickened out of asking for his normal punishment for moving my blindfold.) He backed off on the heavy paddle because I could barely take it. He used the smaller one for awhile, and then told me to use it on myself. I hit one cheek a few times slowly and then hit harder and alternated cheeks for about 8 hits. I asked if that was enough, sir. And he did let me stop. He seemed impressed how hard I could hit my sore sore ass.
He got the big paddle again and came up next to me at the cross. He wrapped his left arm around my torso and grabbed the cross on the other side of me, holding me tight to it and started paddling me very hard and fast with the paddle. It hurt so much and I pleaded with him to stop, but didn’t safe word. He kept going for awhile, and I was jumping around, but he held me in place. He eventually stopped, and that was about it. I’d said I wanted to take a shower before we checked out of the hotel. He sat down on the bed and motioned for me to kneel in front of him. He took my glasses and hugged me. Then he said to suck him off again before my shower, so I did.
I don’t think he liked my oral much, but eventually he let me stop, and said I’d done good. I went and took a shower. My ass hurt a TON! Way more than it had the night before. It was HOT and RED. With bruises and marks on both cheeks, especially the right one where he’d marked me the night before with the cane, and there was a big mark on the other cheek from the heavy paddling.
Also, at some point during the first day he tried to fist me because I asked him to. I was much too tight though, and decided to give up because I didn’t want to take the time it would take to get there.
So the highlights for me were
1.) all appendages being tied and me being blindfolded and stuff done to me. I love not having to worry about what to do, how to react, and that pretty much limits you. I’d love to be gagged too once I trusted someone, or if we had some signal so I could safe word.
2.) Having my clit flicked and being laughed at (kindly) while I jerked and squirmed
3.) Being told how many hits I would have and told to count them…I’d like a lot more of this, and with paddling or caning instead of hand or crop. And with me over a desk either having to stay down myself or held down by someone else.
He said he was going to use the bathroom and that when he came back out I should be naked and kneeling on the floor. I barely made it in time before he came back out. He walked up to me and ran his hand through my hair and over my body. He examined my ass and told me to go forward onto my hands and knees, and felt my ass more, smacking it some and spreading my cheeks and generally looking me over. He made some compliment about my body, but I don’t remember what it was. He told me to address him as Sir during this time. Then he got heavy duty leather wrist restraints with metal loops on them and sat on the bed. He had me come kneel in front of him and give him each hand at a time to be cuffed and then stand up and put one foot at a time on his knee to have the ankle cuffs put on. So my pussy was naked and right at eye level.
Then he hooked me to the St. Andrew’s cross and put a blindfold on me. He used mostly floggers at first on my ass and back (that’s what he had the most of). Eventually he used a cane which hurt quite a lot. He struck my right ass cheek 5 times in or near the same spot and left one or two dark raised cane marks. He used several different implements on me while I was on the cross. He was fully clothed this whole time.
I forget the exact order of everything, but at some point he had me back on the cross facing outward this time. He whipped some on my pussy and put heavy duty nipple clamps on my nipples. I didn’t really feel them too much though. He had two on each nipple because on my pierced one he had to do it like that, plus I was so not sensitive. When he took the clamps off eventually, they did hurt quite a lot, and he did a lot more whipping on them and cropping so they were very sensitive.
At some point he had me chained spread eagle on the bed face up. He used floggers on my breasts and a cupping kit on my nipples and pussy. The cupping kit hurt like hell. It hurt so much on my clit, but luckily the way my anatomy is he couldn’t get the cup to suction to it. He tried about 6 times and every hurt like hell, but he finally gave up. He sucked my nipples into little glass cups tight so that the blood rushed to them, and then could screw in a thing that pressed into the middle of the contorted nipple and made it hurt even worse. He smiled and laughed when I’d say how much it hurt, but if I ever said yellow he’d back off. I tried not to say it much. I think the main time I said it a few times was when he was whipping on my pussy.
He put clothes pins on my pussy lips, 5 on each outer lip and one on each inner. I was yelling at the pain from the inner ones, so he took them off. He tortured my nipples a lot with a small cane and his mouth. I’d be squirming or saying “ow” and he kept laughing and saying I could “make an expression” like say something, but I didn’t know what to say. He thought it was funny I was so quiet and didn’t swear much at all. He had me blindfolded and was running something over my pussy and smacking me with it. I asked what it was, and he ran it over my lips, opening my mouth so I could feel it. It was a crop. He continued to slap my pussy and breasts with it. At another point he put the crop in my mouth, I guess as a gag kind of. He flicked my clit hard with his finger while I was on the bed over and over. It made me jump every time, it was so sensitive, and this made him laugh. He pinched it hard and put a clothespin on it. That hurt a LOT. He didn’t leave it too long.
He eventually had me suck him off. He’d told me he liked anal so I was fingering him there, so he stopped me and said to do him with a strap on, which threw me off because I was supposed to be being sub. So I did that with one of my dildos because I couldn’t see without my glasses to find one of his. I just kept going and going, and he was moaning and I guess liking it, but he was all soft. He eventually let me stop. I was sweating a bunch. He motioned for me to lie next to him, and he said he’d liked that, that it was different than fucking himself with dildos and plugs. He had me use dildos in his ass (not strap ons, twice more that night.
I was lying on the bed on my stomach toward the end of the night. He whipped my ass and back some. He came and sat next to me, one arm over my torso holding me tight. He said he was going to give me “one to grow on” and waited for me to respond. It took me awhile because I knew it would be a hard one, but I finally said “Yes, Sir.” And he said “What was that? Are you ready?” and I said “yes sir” again, and maybe something else, like please, but I can’t remember. He gave it to me and it was very hard, and he was holding me tight. He asked if I wanted ten more like that, and I was quiet. He asked again (he’d been kidding, but could tell I was considering it). Finally I said “yes, sir, please. But please not too fast.” He wasn’t sure what I was saying, but we finally worked it out. He told me to count them out loud. I liked this quite a lot (taking hard blows slowly, knowing how many are coming, and having to count out loud.) They were very hard hits on a very sore ass. I had my head in my hands on the bed through some of it, but by the end I was looking over my shoulder a bit. On the last one I turned to look away, but he told me not to, so I had to turn and watch him raise his hand high in the air (I liked that too, being told to look. Or not look, it all works. Being told exactly what to do). He was very happy with me, and said I was a good “pain slut.” I liked being told I’d done well, but I just don’t like the “pain slut” terms. I can even like it when people are describing me dirtily, but I just don’t like pat terms because they’re like curse words and they feel fake and contrived. I did like him telling me I could take a lot of pain, and that next time he could use a ball gag on me because he knew I could take a lot (and wouldn’t need to safe word). He also said I’d be a good one to use at a demonstration. I definitely liked the idea of that.
That night when we were getting ready to go to sleep I put on a shirt and was looking for some underwear, but he said “what are you doing with that?” and I said I like to sleep in a shirt. He begrudgingly said that he’d let me this time…so I stopped looking for underwear. He cuddled up to me, which was awkward, I did not want to cuddle with him, and I HATE sleeping that close to someone. Luckily I was really tired so I fell asleep. I woke up early and took a shower. I thought it was later, but when I got out of the shower it was only 8 o’clock. He opened his eyes while I was looking for my clothes and motioned for me to lie next to him. He draped an arm over me, so I just lay there resting. Eventually he started squeezing my nipples, sucking them into his mouth and biting them, making me squirm. He then played with my clit for awhile, lying there with his eyes closed. I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do when that’s happening. Cause it seems like I’m not allowed to move, but then that seems like I’m not interested…I don’t know, so I just lay there and eventually started moaning, I don’t know if it was real or faked moaning, it’s so hard to tell anymore. It did feel good, I just feel compelled to be more vocal than necessary. Especially after he seemed to think I was oddly quiet.
Eventually he was more awake and told me to stand at the cross. He had me stand with my back to it and my arms joined behind it with my legs spread so my feet were at the bottoms of the X but I wasn’t actually strapped to it. He whipped my breasts and pussy more. Used a toy in my pussy.
He told me to go lie down on the bed on my back. He went to each corner of the bed and attached a leather cuff to each wrist and ankle. He had me sit up so he could put the blindfold on me. It was a heavy leather one with a metal buckle. He made me lean my head back exaggeratedly so he could fasten it right, I guess to make me vulnerable. He strapped me to the bed. He smacked me in the face a little. I asked that he please not mark up my face, sir. He put clothespins on my pussy and clamps on my nipples. He smacked me in the face a little, pretty lightly.
He took a call from a woman who used to be his slave. He told her where he was and that he was torturing a little submissive girl. He said yes he really meant it, and told me to say hi. I did and the woman seemed amused. He was talking to her more and slapping my thighs some with his hand. I told him he could take the clamps off while she listened if he wanted, he laughed and repeated it to her. He did take them off and I yelled in pain. He took off the nipple clamps and 6 of the 10 clothespins on my pussy while she was listening.
He put a thick vibrating dildo in me and fucked me with it some. Then he said he was going to go take a shower. I heard him go to the bathroom, and I laid there. The room was quiet, then out of nowhere he smacked me in the face. He’d crept back in and snuck up to me. He thought this was very funny. He fucked me more with the dildo and then went and took his shower.
He came out and I guess got dressed. Told me he was going for a soda and did I want anything, so I said diet coke. He left but I didn’t hear the door close, so I strained to pull my blindfold up a little to see if it had closed, he’d left it just barely open, but then he was coming back in and barked “what are you doing?” I laid back down and said I was checking if he’d shut the door. I didn’t react upset at all that he’d left the door open, or I think he might have gone into that he’s the master and can do what he wants. He came over and adjusted the blindfold and said something about that I shouldn’t do that, and that if it happened again I’d be getting a punishment I wasn’t wanting…the whole rest of the time I thought of asking what he would have done to his slave if she’d pulled her blindfold off, and asking or implying I’d like him to do that to me (It’d be thrilling to get an actual punishment sometime, but I’m not bratty at all, so it’s hard to really set that up.) When I came closest to asking though, he was using a very thick paddle on me and it hurt a lot, and I didn’t know if I could take much of a punishment from it, so I chickened out.
He attached a spreader bar to my ankles and pulled them back above my head. This hurt though, so he readjusted it so that my knees were over the bar, being held up toward my head, and that hurt less. He said he was going to crop my pussy. I think I asked him to tell me how many, and he said 30, and that I should count “One sir, thank you sir” and maybe ask for another. I counted that way, but didn’t ask for another much. He kept me that way and then I felt his finger in my ass hole. He’d said I’d need several enemas before ANY ass play, but decided he couldn’t leave it completely untouched. He fingered it roughly some, and I was moaning. It did feel good. Then he used my blue forked dildo on me pretty roughly. It felt good, but I was so sore, I eventually asked him to stop and he did. He untied me and told me to go stand by the cross.
He used several implements on me again. I wasn’t tied, but told to stand there with my back facing him and my legs spread. He seemed to be pushing me. He used floggers and whips first, and then eventually some paddles. He used a small paddle that I liked and then the heavy duty one (this is where I chickened out of asking for his normal punishment for moving my blindfold.) He backed off on the heavy paddle because I could barely take it. He used the smaller one for awhile, and then told me to use it on myself. I hit one cheek a few times slowly and then hit harder and alternated cheeks for about 8 hits. I asked if that was enough, sir. And he did let me stop. He seemed impressed how hard I could hit my sore sore ass.
He got the big paddle again and came up next to me at the cross. He wrapped his left arm around my torso and grabbed the cross on the other side of me, holding me tight to it and started paddling me very hard and fast with the paddle. It hurt so much and I pleaded with him to stop, but didn’t safe word. He kept going for awhile, and I was jumping around, but he held me in place. He eventually stopped, and that was about it. I’d said I wanted to take a shower before we checked out of the hotel. He sat down on the bed and motioned for me to kneel in front of him. He took my glasses and hugged me. Then he said to suck him off again before my shower, so I did.
I don’t think he liked my oral much, but eventually he let me stop, and said I’d done good. I went and took a shower. My ass hurt a TON! Way more than it had the night before. It was HOT and RED. With bruises and marks on both cheeks, especially the right one where he’d marked me the night before with the cane, and there was a big mark on the other cheek from the heavy paddling.
Also, at some point during the first day he tried to fist me because I asked him to. I was much too tight though, and decided to give up because I didn’t want to take the time it would take to get there.
So the highlights for me were
1.) all appendages being tied and me being blindfolded and stuff done to me. I love not having to worry about what to do, how to react, and that pretty much limits you. I’d love to be gagged too once I trusted someone, or if we had some signal so I could safe word.
2.) Having my clit flicked and being laughed at (kindly) while I jerked and squirmed
3.) Being told how many hits I would have and told to count them…I’d like a lot more of this, and with paddling or caning instead of hand or crop. And with me over a desk either having to stay down myself or held down by someone else.