My sexual life as an adult begins at 18 years old, finally opening up freely to the various facets of eros, with fresh eyes and a deep curiosity for the unknown. A friend of my brother was caught by my innocent look and happy demeanor. It didn’t take long before he found excuses to visit my family a tad too often. One day, he slipped me a little book before departing from his latest visit.
Well known amongst the BDSM crowd, this was a book detailing the life of a sexy submissive. Being easily impressed, eager to discover and an avid reader, I devoured the book in just a few hours.
A few days went on, during which I masturbated furiously while imagining myself being in the heroine shoes… or shackles.
This friend, Fabrice, worked at the University as a teacher’s assistant while completing his own studies. He asked me to join him there and to bring the book with me. I was definitely stressed but couldn’t pass up this opportunity. What is a young female ready for intimacy but awkwardly inexperienced to do? I went there, no sex appeal in my clothing, just very innocent and eager.
He greeted me with a hug and we stepped in his teacher’s office. I had yet to kiss a man… and learned sex from the porn that I stressfuly watch in secret at home, in the middle of the night.
Feeling my discomfort, we began by talking about the book. It made my pulse rise little by little, until he felt it was time to introduce me into the roleplay.
Fabrice is a very tall male, 6’4″, about 230 lbs, not really muscular, a little belly and an awkwardness in his physical behavior. His demeanor is, however, very collected, caring and respectful. His first commands to me were to direct my movements inside the office, which I found very strange and exciting. “Stand there!”, “Turn!”, “On your knees!”, “Up!”. After being ordered to remain still, he got closer and started caressing me over my clothes, always staring at me with intensity. I lowered my gaze, feeling quite shy at being touched for the first time. Unsure, he stopped and with the use of his fingers raised my chin to lock his gaze on mine. “Never look away Maeva.” I melted in my panties on those words alone. Explaining how this was going to work, I was teached to express every thoughts during our game, to only look down if ordered and to never fear to interrupt the fun if I’m not comfortable. As I evolved in the BDSM scene years after years, I realized how lucky I’ve been for meeting my first Master.
I was a virgin at the time, which I mumble quietly at first and then forced to repeat it until my voice was loud and clear. Kissing me gently on my forehead, he promised to take it very slow and that I shall not lose it unless I’m ready. He then sent me home with the task of masturbating and discovering what makes me horny. I was to report all my findings in due time.
And so ends my very first meeting with the devious. Although a lot of the coming recollection will be about BDSM, I have also experienced other type of fantasies. This first encounter had a grand impact on my sexuality and led me to many more discoveries, all the more explicit, nerve wrecking and down right decadent, but my adventures begins slowly, unwrapping each layers, one… by… one.
I hope you enjoyed it even though raw sex wasn’t very present due to being the beginning of my lustful journey. Nonetheless, I shall be back with my next confession. Leaving you with a kiss and a happy ending.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/e8mmrn/mf_fabrice_maeva_tale_of_innocence