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>I have been in non-monogamous relationships since 2014. Am now 34, married, swinger and I like to write. Most of the stories are my experiences, wherever I can I’ll try to alter them to make them better. And maybe I get inspired to write about my fantasies.
**Setting**: I met a nice Dominant at a munch. We’ve started sending pm’s afterwards through the site where we found the munch. After some pm’s he asked if I wanted to come over. More about the first encounter here: [First time being a bondage bunny](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ih6wxf/first_time_being_a_bondage_bunny_f28_mild_bdsm/)
This was the second time I went to his home and this time we went further…
He opens the door and guides me through. We start talking while walking into the livingroom. I’m a bit anxious, I have no idea if this is going to be like last time or totally different. Halfway through my sentence he starts kissing me passionately. And as suddenly as he started he stops again and with a serious face he says: “Sorry, you were telling about your week.”
I sit down on the couch and he joins me with his back against the armrest and with his legs around me. In the past week I’ve been telling him about how I’ve been experimenting with clothespins on my nipples during my alone time. Since then he has been playing mindgames with me. He has been sending me pictures of the clothespins he has and being mysterious about what he wants to do with them when I’m at his place. I see two of them sitting on the coffee table…
Enough talking, he gets up from the couch and holds out his hand to me. I take his hand and stand next to him and I don’t even dare to look him in the eye. He takes off my shirt which leaves me in my bra and jeans. He kisses me and his mouth wanders over my skin, exploring the bare skin he has just revealed. I explore the way he feels, everything is so new to me. Apparently I distract him because he gets out a small rope and ties my hands on my back, quick and efficient, while I know how much he likes to turn rope into art.
He commands me to sit on both knees on the ground. He caresses and kisses my skin and even over my jeans. Which sadly I barely feel. He pulls my hair to direct my face to his and kiss him. Finally he releases my hands and tells me to take off my shoes and socks. He says he has a surprise and walks away, probably to retrieve the surprise. Which makes me terribly nervous, I’m not good with surprises. When he returns he tells me to take off my jeans too. A little clumsily I remove my jeans to reveal my plain black panties that match my bra. Even in the plain set he walks around me, admires the wrapping of his present and tells me I’m delicious. He stops at my back, I can’t see him and do not dare to look behind me. He would scold me if I did. He kisses me in my neck and touches my arms and belly. His hands disappear behind my back for a second and I feel the release of my bra. The shoulder straps are pushed off my shoulders and my bra drops to the ground. He is modest with my boobs, just a few touches around my nipples and it makes me frustrated and yearning for more.
More ropes join the game, my hands are tied again but this time more elaborate. And a body harness of ropes follows. With every line of rope he goes so slow and touches my bare skin wherever the ropes follow. When he is done with tying me up, he hugs me. It makes me relax and I let go a bit of the continuous tension that this excitement gives me. At the end of the hug he whispers in my ear to get on my knees. With two ropes he simply binds my ankles against my upper legs. To do that he has to reach between my legs and he makes use of the closeness to touch my lips gently. I want more!
He tells me to close my eyes because of the surprise. I hear bells and I know instantly that they are nipple clamps with bells. He puts them on my nipples one at a time. The press on my nipples feels great, I can feel blood rushing to my pussy in my hornyness. He caresses my skin again and ends at my feet. He tickles them until I bend over and the bells sound. And again; “Good, I wanted to hear those bells.” He takes out a wartenberg wheel with sharp and neat spikes. He touches all my sensitive spots with the wheel, my breasts, my inner thighs and even a bit over my soft and now swollen lips.
He sits down behind me one hand around me and one gliding over my panties. Rubbing me a little and I feel myself getting wet. The tips of his fingers slip into my panties. My head starts racing: “Did I want this? Yes I want this, but it’s scary and new and exciting.” His right hand leaves my panties for a second and I feel his hand going up and his head moving. What is he doing? Then I know: His finger is slick. Omg, it’s slippery and it feels so good over my clit. He goes further over the line between my folds and slips a finger inside me. I moan and he continues exploring every fold and looking for every button that makes me moan. With his left hand he keeps my head lifted. His embrace is comforting and crazy sexy at the same time.
I feel that my hands are starting to tingle. I have to tell him, but I’m very hazy and I don’t want him to stop. When he slows down enough for me to say something I tell him. He compliments me for telling him, he’d like me to keep use of my hands. He unties me and tells me to lose the panties and helps me taking them off. I’m ashamed to open my legs so I sit on the ground legs pulled up against my chest. He opens my legs and my heart skips a beat. Again I feel him move to wet his fingers and he moves his fingers in me. He rubs my clit firmly, I’m moaning in delight and start to breathe heavily. But I can’t orgasm, I’m too afraid to let go yet.
He stops stimulating me, stands and pulls me to my feet. I need a hug but I’m too afraid to ask. He leads me by the hand to the bedroom. “Go lie on the bed, on your back, feet to me.”
But then I’ll lie there and you can see everything, it scares me. He says we’re unfairly dressed and he takes off his shirt. He lies down on me with his bare chest, the weight and the feeling of bare skin against mine is exactly what I need. He kisses me and continues all over my body, even close to my pussy. But that’s my limit, no oral yet, not today.
He turns me around to lie on my belly, which makes me a little more comfortable about him being able to look at everything. He takes off his jeans and sits on my butt. I can feel his dick against my buttocks when he bends over me. He massages my back and even finds a muscle that is tight and loosens it. I moan when he does that, it’s a different moan than the ones earlier, but a good one all the same. He moves a bit lower on my legs and starts massaging my buttocks. Sometimes he slaps my butt. I’ve never been spanked, I don’t know what I think of it yet. A finger just lightly strokes between my cheeks. He knows how much I’m craving for more attention to my butt and that I’m not getting any. He’s driving me mad with just the light touch.
He has moved off my legs and turns me to my back again. He continues the fingering of earlier and I feel one finger going into me slowly, going out and then a second finger. I notice that he doesn’t even try to keep his other fingers away from my star. He changes the pace and movement and starts to stimulate my g-spot. I have squirted before, but just a little. He is pressing my g-spot so well that I feel I can come. While normal orgasm will probably not work because of my nerves. Somehow my nerves have no say about me being able to squirt. But I’m too afraid to let him do that the first time we have sex. I takes me a few tries but eventually I say stop. He stops moving, his fingers are still in me! And he asks why. All I can say is “Damnit, thinking, hard!” I won’t even open my eyes. He pulls his fingers out and looks at my face, I can feel it. I gather my thoughts, open my eyes and explain: “It feels like I could squirt and I don’t want to yet, I’ll lose control over my body when that happens.” He ensures me it’s okay and we lie down for a little while.
He gets out of bed and directs me back to the living room. Earlier I’ve seen four whips on the part of the couch where we weren’t sitting. A flogger, a riding whip, a bullwhip and a big weird brush that looks manhandled, the size of a flogger. And now I see a cane, omg no, those things sting! He points at it.
“Are you familiar with this?”
“No”
“Choose three whips and I’ll hit you ten times with each.”
Fucking hell, I don’t know! I’m slightly panicking, I want to try, but this seems much. Which whips are the least painful?! I’m thinking too long, if I don’t say anything soon, he’ll make a choice I might not like. So I start thinking out loud to buy time:
“I know the riding crop, I made one myself. I’ve heard that the canes hurt like hell, so no and the bullwhip needs an experienced hand. I make a decision: “The crop, the flogger and that brush like one.”
I have to stand a little away of the back of the couch. He bents me over and lets me lean on the back of the couch. My feet are a bit apart and I notice that having my butt exposed like this turns me on. He bends over, close to my face and whispers in my ear: “I want you to count every hit.”
He starts with the riding crop and hits me with it, not too hard. But I’m so nervous about the first hit that I’m not counting.
“What did I say?!”
“One!” I squeek
With every hit I softly count. When he hits harder and it getting just the side of painful I gasp before saying the number. He hits a bit harder every time. At hit ten with the crop I exclaim: “Ten, auch!”
Next he continues with the flogger. It hurt a bit more then expected, but I’m warmed up now. The brush felt sharp and a quite mean, maybe I’d prefer the cane if he wouldn’t hit me too hard with it. (Even now, 6 years later, I still wonder how the cane would feel.)
Sadly it’s time to wind down. He has a train to catch but he wants to shower before he goes. If I want to join, staying alone on the couch is not an option in my head, so I’m joining. Suddenly the realisation goes through my head that I’ll see him naked.
He pulls me into the shower with him and he makes sure I get warmed up by the water. And then he suddenly he turns me around and pushes me against the cold tiles, tease. He pulls me against him and I feel his erection against my butt. I love that feeling. He caresses my breasts and squeezes my nipples. His hand glides over my body down between my legs. He plays with my clit and fingers me. He moves around and presses a thumb against my star. Not going in, just pressing. I’m melting where I stand, this was what I had been craving for so long!
He finds out that pulling my lips apart makes me moan, loud! He makes me crazy and so horny that I don’t care that I lean against the cold tile wall moaning my butt off. Being in a small room with steam and moaning and breathing heavy makes me lightheaded, so I say stop.
He gets out a bottle of bodywash and rubs me with it. No more playing, just being kind, we’re winding down. After I’m clean he hands me the bottle: “Now you”
I explore his body with my hands full of bodywash. I squeeze his shoulders, go over his chest and glide over his hips. I’m to afraid to go far, but when I pass his legs my hand brushes against his dick and I hear a satisfying moan from him.
That was it for that afternoon, it definitely tasted like more! And he didn’t even use the clothespins, him and his damn mindgames!
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ilfx3c/rope_and_pain_exploring_how_kinky_i_am_fm_mild