After many years of fantasizing about a being a sub in a dom/sub relationship not too long ago I finally made it happen and it’s a shame I didn’t dive in earlier. So I thought I’d tell y’all about my first night with my new dom. Enjoy!
Being new to this lifestyle I was a bit nervous (and also very excited) to meet him but we had been messaging a lot and he seemed to want to do the things to me that I wanted to be done so I said fuck it. I wore my favorite lingerie (a lacy black teddy), a tight and sexy but still fairly modest grey dress, black lacy thigh high stockings, and of course my black thigh high high-heeled boots. We’d agreed to meet for drinks to chat, but he made it very clear that was the only expectation; we wouldn’t necessarily do anything else. I’m not sure if that was to ease any worry in case I felt uncomfortable or to plant the seed that even if I really wanted to play he might still say no— it was up to him, he was in control.
Once I got the the bar, my new dom, being the gentleman that he is, ordered me a gin and tonic (my usual) and as I sat down I made sure that my dress was pulled up just a bit and the tops of my lacy stockings were clearly visible, just a small taste. Conversation was easy, fun, and flirty. He’s incredibly smart and has the same wit I do so we clicked and before I knew it we had been talking for over 2 hours. The conversation took a slightly naughty turn and I could barely contain myself. Finally we got up and went to his apartment.
The rest of the night is a little burry if I’m being honest. It was just a medley of sensations, pleasures, pain, and lots of throbbing desperate need. But I’ll do my best to recount my favorite parts. We started off lightly fooling around until he revealed the handcuffs at the head of his bed already set up and waiting for me. I kneeled on the best, wrists stretched out to him, ready to be tied up. As per my instructions that night, I had brought some of my favorite toys. Much to my pleasure after he secured the handcuffs he went for the nipple clamps. He put them on so much tighter than I was used to, I didn’t think I’d be able to take much more pain. But as I’ve learned with him, he’s good at pushing my limits and I’ve surprised myself time and again with how much I can take knowing it’ll please him. The next thing I remember is his palm landing on my ass with that sweet sound of a slap. I gasped and moaned and had barely processed the pain before the next blow landed.
He told me later that there were probably a total of 60 or 70 blows to my red, tender ass that night. I don’t remember all of them. I remember agony. I remember ecstasy. I remember his hand, soft yet firm, with a lot of weight and momentum. And the paddle, harder than his hand, but not as much weight behind the swing. When my ass was burning and begging for relief, he’d pull my hair or tug at the chain between my nipple clamps to divert my attention away from my ass just as he struck again.
I could see that this was getting him off and he got harder and harder underneath is pants as my pain and pleasure grew. He stood next to the bed so his cock was right in front of my face, taunting me. I wanted to taste him. When he finally let me, my pussy was throbbing, my mouth was watering, and I looked at him with hungry eyes. He tasted so good and my favorite part was watching him enjoy what I was doing. He didn’t want to, he wanted me to be the focus of that night, he wanted to control *everything* that went on. But I’m glad he relaxed into my touch and my lips. I wanted to show him I enjoyed his pleasure as much as he enjoyed mine.
After several sessions and a couple loads of cum caked on my face, we were spent. I curled up next to him and cuddled until I fell asleep happily reliving everything I had just experienced. I got no reprieve in my sleep, however. I spent the entire night dreaming of more intense scenarios with so much more pleasure and so much more pain. Which is why when he rolled over to me, his cock at attention, and slid himself inside me it felt like a dream. I had to ask him the next morning when we woke up if he had fucked me in the middle of the night or if I just just dreamed and fantasized it. He assured me it was real and I instantly wanted more.
We had one more play session and added one more layer of cum to my face before I went on my way, happily showing off the gifts he had given me. When I left this apartment I did so with my mind freed, my pussy happy, and I was completely and utterly his.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bk4qk2/first_night_with_my_dom_fm_bdsm
sounds like an amazing night!
U both dating now?