First BDSM experience
We met online. After three days of chatting, we arranged to meet at her place. And so, I was on my way to visit her. I couldn't believe it was finally happening. I had been dreaming about this since I was 15, and now my mind was buzzing with hundreds, maybe even thousands, of the most
varied fantasies. Frankly, I was a bit scared to go There; the unknown frightened me: what would she say? What would she do? How should I behave? But an overwhelming desire suppressed all these fears and compelled me to reach the given address as quickly as possible.
And so, I stood before door number 33, catching my breath, and decided to press the buzzer. My sweaty
fingers pressed the small button at the top, and the trill of the doorbell sounded. My heart began to beat much faster, and my mind started replaying ourvirtual communication. Behind the door, unhurried footsteps were heard. The footsteps stopped near the door; apparently, the person behind it was looking me over. Oh, how nervous I was then; the old me wanted to run away from there as fast as possible, but the new me wouldn't have budged for anything. The sound of the lock scraping was heard, and the door opened.
Before me stood HER, my sweet dream, the mistress of all my fantasies. Immediately, a quiet but commanding voice was heard: "Come in quickly."
I entered and turned around to savor HER. She was a tall, beautiful brunette with a second cup size. She was wearing high-gloss boots, a short leather skirt that very sexily hugged her gorgeous ass, and above that was a transparent
skirt and a tight bra that barely contained her exciting mounds. Transparent glasses gave her a special charm. I felt something in my pants begin to noticeably tense up.
And then I heard that unique voice again, ordering me to get on my knees. I instantly fell prostrate before her and kissed her boot to serve her, but immediately followed a sharp slap on my rear. The same unwavering voice very clearly
explained that I was nobody and my name was nothing. I started apologizing and mumbling something, but immediately a second, even stronger slap followed, and the Mistress said: — Shut up, animal, you may only speak when I personally allow you to! Immediately followed the
command to undress. Although I undressed very quickly, SHE kept hurrying me, and I was very nervous about whether I was doing everything right. When I undressed and knelt again,
she put a collar around my neck and simply pulled me into the room like some four-pawed animal. To say I was aroused would be an understatement. Probably, in my entire life, I had never experienced such a mixed feeling of excitement and humiliation, and I didn't even
know which one was stronger!
After I licked everything clean, she told me to lie on my back. It was very painful and uncomfortable to do this while tightly bound, and I didn't manage it right away; for every second of delay, I became better acquainted with Her whip. As soon as I assumed the indicated position, the Mistress approached me, lifted her leather skirt, and sat on my face, having first opened my mouth. I immediately wanted to at least touch that fantastic beauty with my tongue, but I understood perfectly well that this might anger my Mistress, as she hadn't allowed me to do that. It was very uncomfortable to lie with all her weight on my hands, and I was catastrophically short of air, but damn it, how mesmerizing and mood-setting all this was! She said that now the golden shower would come, and if I let even a single drop of this divine nectar miss, I would be punished to the fullest extent. In that position, it was very inconvenient to receive this nourishing moisture, but I couldn't upset my Mistress and took into myself all that She allowed me.
When she finished, she ordered me to lick her clean, which I performed immediately and brilliantly. She stood up, straightened her skirt, and sat in an armchair, beckoning me to her with her finger. I immediately began crawling to her as best I could, periodically falling and hitting the floor. When I crawled close enough, she stretched her legs forward, telling me to take off Her shoes. I had never taken off anyone's boots before using only my oral abilities, but this was exactly the case where I had no other choice. I tried to take the buckle in my mouth and unfasten the boot, but the clasp was quite tight, and moving mere millimeters, the buckle slipped from my lips, and for every failed attempt, I was punished with slaps on my buttocks. Having dealt with one boot, I started on the second. During my efforts, the Mistress's phone rang, and She, first pushing me away hard with her foot and taking the boot off me, went to take the call. After finishing the conversation, She took a homemade gag from the closet and shoved it into my mouth, simultaneously checking the tightness of the bondage. She changed clothes unhurriedly and began getting ready to go out. Before leaving, she turned off the light and ordered me to wait for Her by the threshold. I began to wait...
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