My [F]irst butt plug, and the third fuck of my first solo vaction [FM]

Everyone that I spoke to about traveling alone said that using Tinder was a great way to meet people. I already have a tinder, so I edited my profile to add that I was visiting Berlin and looking for people or groups to meet up with. Otherwise, I left it the same. My tinder profile is upfront about my sexuality and interest in kink and specifically D/s roleplay. In pictures I present as femme and quite vanilla, so my hope is that my self-description weeds out folks who are looking for a more vanilla relationship or sexual encounter. I always swipe left on these ‘visiting New York!” profiles at home, so I didn’t have a lot of hope.

On Friday morning, just after I landed, I came across a profile: let’s call him Matthew. Matthew is an attorney in Berlin. He was cute, a little older than me, and I wasn’t being picky – I swiped right. He quickly messaged me:

“Great photos. Are you spontaneous? I’m leaving Berlin tonight until Monday evening.”
“I like to think I’m logically spontaneous.”
“We could meet this afternoon. I’m curious about your kinks. Are you into BDSM as well?”
“Correct, hence the ‘bratty toy’.”
“I’d love to spank you, use toys on you, tie you up…”
“:) Let me know when you’re back.”

That night I ended up going to KitKat, I wore a tiny black lace romper with nothing underneath, a black leather collar, and my black boots. I got some drugs, danced for a while, and then I was on the hunt for pussy. What I found was lots gay male sex and men with their dicks out asking me if I could help them. But I wanted to bury my face in pussy, not dick. I had tons of fun dancing, but I ended up sexually empty-handed. That was the last time I struck out for the rest of my vacation.

Saturday night, [I had my first fuck of my vacation in an alley and bareback in a public park](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dx78ec/first_fuck_of_my_first_solo_vacation_fm_public/).
Sunday night, [I came in front of a crowd in another club.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/e13m8l/it_wasnt_just_dancing_or_the_second_fuck_of_my/)

I left that club at closing around 11am Monday, and I texted Matthew:

“I’m just now leaving the club, so we will see how hard I crash, but tonight could work.”
“Hopefully you had a good time. What did you wear?”
“My KitKat outfit was much more fun.”
“What was it?”
“A lace one piece, a romper. The internet tells me in German it’s called a strampler. With nothing underneath, of course.” “Sounds good. Wear it for me?”
“Maybe.”

We got into the nitty-gritty of our possible encounter. I wanted to know how long he had been doing D/s play, as I’d had some experiences with men who claimed to be “very experienced” and were clearly…not. He told me he had at times had multiple slaves. Satisfactory. I rested while he was flying back.

I woke up from my sleep (nap?) to his address sitting in my messages. He also asked for limits and interests. I gave him my run-down, specifically noting my interest albeit inexperience with anal play. And then I got dressed. As requested, I put on the tiny lace romper and threw on flowy pants, a sweater, a leather jacket, and an enormous scarf on over it. I put my collar in my purse, and I hopped on a train.

When I got to his building, he was waiting downstairs for me. There was something about him that made me instantly feel comfortable. He had a big smile and a warm affect. He hugged me and asked me to walk around the block with him. During this walk, we talked more in-depth about our histories with kink and our expectations for this encounter. We talked safe words – traffic light being my system of choice. We got back to his building, and he led me to the elevator. As soon as the elevator door closed, he wrapped his arm around me and forcefully pulled me into him. We started sloppily making out as the elevator went upwards. There’s a lot of information in a first kiss, and our kissing was compatible. It felt good.

The elevator doors opened and he let me go. He walked ahead and led me to his apartment door. When he opened it, the apartment was dark. I tried to look around, and I immediately felt one of his hands grab my hair. Using my hair as a handle, he bent me over a sofa that was right in the front of the door and held me there. I heard the door close, but my face was shoved into the sofa cushions.

“Don’t fucking move.”

The warmth in his voice was gone. I nodded and he let go of my hair.

“Close your eyes and stand up straight.”

I did as told, and he wrapped a blindfold around my eyes. I think he turned on a light so he could see me. He proceeded to slowly undress me: first unwrapping my enormous scarf, then removing my jacket, then he gently pulled off my sweater, exposing the top of the romper. He made sure to give my boobs a little squeeze and my nipples a quick pinch. I let out a moan. He responded by sharply spanking me. He pulled down my pants and had me step out of them. I was standing in just that lace romper and my boots.

“Turn slowly in a circle for me, let me look at you.”

I fucking love this. I often fantasize while masturbating that someone fully clothed is standing in front of me, watching me. I love being watched in ways that are slightly humiliating. I spin for him, and I feel myself get very wet. Once I’ve gotten back to my original position facing the sofa, I feel his hand press between my legs over the fabric of my romper.

“You fucking slut, you like this don’t you?”

I don’t get a chance to respond before I feel another thwack across my ass, harder this time. I jump and yelp in surprise, and he hits me again. He grabs my hair again and bends me back over the sofa, shoving my head into the cushions. He continues his spanking deluge. It may be the same force, but since I’m bent over they sting significantly more. He’s holding my head, spanking me hard, asking me if I’m going to be a good little slut for him. Between my screams I say yes, I’ll be a good fucking slut for him. He is spanking me harder and with more frequency asking me if I’ll be a good toy for him. I scream out that I’ll be a good little toy for him and the spanking stops. He’s still holding me by my hair:

“Good.”

He pulls me up to standing, unties my romper, and lets it slide to the floor, leaving me naked. I imagine that my ass cheeks were bright red. I imagine him as fully clothed, eye-fucking my naked body.

“Don’t fucking move.”

I feel him start to slide a collar around my neck, but it isn’t mine. It’s a fabric collar and it’s too big for my small neck. I tell him I have a nice leather collar in my bag, and he finds it and wraps it around my neck instead. I love this moment – when someone puts the collar around my neck. I feel all at once owned, safe, and hot as fuck. He gives the metal piece a tug backwards, choking me for just a second, and I feel him attach a chain to my collar. Then he is wrapping wrist cuffs on my arms behind my back; I realize the cuffs are attached to the chain. The cuffs are also too big for my small wrists, which he seems frustrated by. I indicate to him that it’s okay – even though they’re too big, it would still be hard for me to get out.

He accepts that, and forcefully bends me back over the couch. Because my hands are cuffed behind my back and I’m bent over, I’m aware of a gentle pressure from my collar on the front of my throat. He spanks me again, hard, before putting his hand in between my legs. He again finds me wet, and he slides a finger inside of me for the first time. I sigh, a sigh of exquisite relief. He just holds his finger there for a moment, and then starts to slide it in and out of me, building his pace until my pussy is making that delightful wet slapping noise. Once he’s satisfied I’m wet enough, he slides his finger out of me and starts playing with my clit. I am getting close, and he abruptly stops:

“Stay. I have a surprise for you.”

He takes his hands off of me and I can hear his footsteps walk away. I don’t move. I try to be a good girl, sometimes.

I feel a cold, wet pressure up against my asshole. He smoothly slides a butt plug into my ass – my first. It feels like glass, its cold, and it slides in easily and I feel slutty as hell. I turn my face to the side, so he can see me, and I smile.

“Do you like it?”
“I fucking love it.”

Without any warning, he slams his dick inside of me. I cry out, feeling full in a way I had never known possible. I can feel his dick pressing up against the plug, the skin between my asshole and vagina sliding against each other, creating a friction and a tension that drove me crazy. Every time he pounded me, the cuffs pulled my hands down and my collar back, putting pressure against my throat, the pressure interrupting my cries. It’s hard to get me to really, genuinely submit – I’m not sure I’ve ever known true “sub space” – but in this moment I could think about NOTHING. All I could do was scream and moan as he slammed his dick in and out of me. The whole thing gets fuzzy here. I think he spanked me as he pounded me, I may have come, perhaps he came? I couldn’t tell you. His pace slowed down and he pulled out of me.

“Good little slut.”

I felt another cold pressure against my pussy opening, and he slid a dildo inside of me. The dildo was hard. He started fucking me with it, and it was putting a pressure against the plug, but not in a good way. It was painful, and I was snapped back to reality. I stopped him:

“Is that glass?”
“Yes. You don’t like it?”
“I think it’s too many hard things inside of me – like if either the dildo or the plug was silicone or something flexible, I think it would feel good, but both toys being rigid glass is painful for me.”
“I’m sorry – I hadn’t thought of that. I don’t have a softer dildo.”
“It’s okay. It might work for someone else, it just doesn’t work for me.”

At this point, I’m out of it. I don’t want to be, but I am. He senses it, and he takes the restraints off my wrists, unclips the cuffs from my collar, stands me up and takes off my blindfold. The apartment is still dark. I turn around and embrace him, sweetly kissing him. We hug for a moment, and he asks me if I want to lie down. I find his bed and lie down in it. He walks to his kitchen, puts on a t-shirt, and grabs a glass of water that he brings to me and we end up sharing. I’m snuggled up on his chest, and he’s stroking my hair:

“How was that for you? I’m thinking it wasn’t quite as dominating as you would have liked.”
“You’re right, it wasn’t, but that’s okay. I’m happy to be here.”
“It’s hard with new partners. Everyone has such different limits and I never want to push someone new.”
“I know. I understand.”

We start talking. He wants to know how I ended up into kink, and I tell him a little about my backstory. We talked about my queerness and my exploring same-sex dating for the first time in my life after a years-long heterosexual, vanilla relationship. And he told me about his ex-girlfriend, whom he loved but who was vanilla and judgmental of his predilection for D/s roleplay. He realized he was unhappy because he felt he was repressing a part of his sexuality, and when he expressed that to her they found themselves at an impasse and split up.

We are cuddling and having this beautiful and frank conversation about sex and relationships when I realize…I still have a fucking butt plug inside of me. And I’m still naked, and his dick is still right there. I’m wet. All this candid talk about sex has got me turned on. And, as gently as I can, I reach my hand to his cheek and turn his face to mine and give him a tender kiss. He reciprocates, putting his hand on the back of my head. We start sweetly making out. He turns to his side so we are facing each other, tangling our limbs up in each other and kissing. Soon, he is reaching between my legs and I moan with pleasure. I roll onto my back so I can spread my legs wider, giving him easier access to my pussy. This also has the effect of increasing the pressure on the plug. He uses his hands at first, in and out my vagina, circling around my clit, warming me up, but soon he props himself up, positions himself over me, and tastes me for the first time. I cry out again, but this time out of overwhelming ecstasy. In no time I’m quivering and bucking my hips. I cum. He sits up, wipes his hand across his mouth and grins. I love the grin of a person who knows they’ve just made someone else feel good. It’s irresistible.

After my breathing settles, I sit myself up, and move my mouth to return the favor. I wrap my lips around his dick, and I keep it simple: a big, wide-tongue lick all the up his shaft, sloppy circles around his head, a sharp flick against the underside, and eventually swallow his dick into my mouth, using one hand to massage his taint. He grows in my mouth, which I love. I remove my mouth from him:

“Get a condom and fuck me.”

He does. It starts slow and sweet, him entering me in missionary, me taking in the feeling of the plug and his dick rubbing up against each other with the pressure of my ass against the mattress. But the fucking quickly gets more animalistic and I can’t contain myself – it just feels so fucking good. I’m screaming and he is slamming himself into me. I turn on to my right side, slinging my left leg over his shoulder and have him enter me sideways. He continues fucking me hard, and he starts spanking me. He’s grunting through my yelling. He lands a particularly sharp spank and abruptly stops:

“You still have the plug in!”

He finally noticed. I grin in response.

He pulls out, and flips me over my hands and knees, spreading my cheeks so he can see the plug. I sit myself back into him, and as I’m looking down between my legs I can see his balls smacking my taint as he fucks me. The pressure of the plug, the stinging of the spanks, the friction in my pussy – it’s so good. It’s impossible to overstate how loud I was being. He picks up the pace, and I know he’s about to cum. He does, and we collapse into a heap, catching our breath. I grab some of that water from earlier. I show him my ass and he slides the plug out, raising his eyebrows:

“That was your first time wearing a plug?”
“Yep!”
“It went in quite easily…”

I smile. He asks me if I want to stay the night, and I decline. I get dressed, call an uber, and head back to my Airbnb. The next day I wake up to my ass nice and lightly marked up, and I send him a pic, thanking him for his hard work.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/e4stfy/my_first_butt_plug_and_the_third_fuck_of_my_first