My [F] first visit to a BDSM regular’s table that escalated to the humiliation of a [M] switch in front of all his friends and his girlfriend. He was a nice pet for the evening!

So, this happened before the pandemic and I must admit, it was a very memorable night.

A little backstory: I am Emma. I was 26 at the time and was going through a rough time. I have always been prone to BDSM. Mostly with my ex-girlfriend Molly, who lovingly forced me to take the submissive part. But as the years went by, I discovered my more dominant side and I loved acting on it. It was a big part of the relationship, that I was in from the age of 18 until more or less 26. But as that was over, I was having a hard time getting on with my life and dating. And as I was raveling in my self-pity, my best friend, Jason, suggested (it was more of a command on second thought), we’d go to a regular’s table, where people that were into BDSM would meet.

Jason picked an evening and place, where the whole bar would be just for the people of that regular’s table. It was a kind of private party, but not that private after all, since everyone interested was welcome. I was sold the idea with the words: „oh common Em, you know I have a hard time finding anyone with my kinks, I need you to be my wing-woman”.

When the evening came, I put on a lovely, short black dress, black high heels, I picked a slightly more discreet choker with a pendant dangling between my beautiful breasts, I put on some less discreet make-up and put my hair into long curls. I had even gotten nice black lingerie, just to push my self-esteem. I haven’t been out for quite some time. It was exciting and a little bit of a taboo.

People were talking as we arrived. Some groups had formed, and I was surprised. It was really crowded. If memory serves me right, it must have been about 30 people there.

I must admit, I felt slightly misplaced. But Jason seemed to have fun, so we stayed. We joined a table and went from discussing usual stuff, like occupation and favorite food to talking about our kinks. There was a fun game, where everyone got to guess whether a person is submissive, dominant or switch.

Jason was teasing me throughout the whole evening, and he was absolutely overjoyed, when he realized, I was trying to avoid one guy in particular. It was one guy, that I had ghosted a couple of months back (I know, shame on me…). So, the dynamic that unfolded between me and Jason seemed like a dom/sub relationship to some people, as in me being his dom, because I kept hitting him and shushing him all evening long. At some point people started asking how long we’ve been together. And that exactly was the point when we decided to split up for a while. I was Jasons wing-woman after all.

I ended up sitting alone at the bar, enjoying my beer and a quiet minute. It didn’t take long for Max to join though. Max was a very attractive guy, 32, he’s an engineer. We got into a quite lighthearted conversation. He told me he had been in a relationship with a submissive for quite some time, but he was switch too and didn’t get the chance to act on his submissive impulses. That was the start of a heated conversation about domination and submission. We had many kinks in common. A part of me, I thought it was buried for good, it just came back to life.

Max told me how he was into being controlled, how he wishes to be defenseless and forced into doing things he would rather not. My mind was spinning with ideas. I vocalized them all and Max got visibly hard in his black skinny jeans. We talked about humiliation, about forced bi acts, about him crawling to my feet, me kicking him at my joy and just taking anything, I wanted from him.

Suddenly, Max asked me to come with him. I was hesitant at first, but he assured me, it was okay as he headed for the bathroom. And honestly, I was so turned on, I wasn’t really thinking straight. I wanted him to crawl for me, I wanted him to get on his knees and beg me for a touch, a kiss or anything I would be generous enough to spare.

We entered the empty bathroom. It was filthy, it reeked of piss and there were puddles all over the floor. My mind jumped to a very dark place, and I immediately commanded Max to get on his knees. His eyes light up and he let himself fall into my embrace. I knew right and there; I had just gained all of the control over him. Something had just flipped in both of us, leading to actions and not thinking clearly anymore. I kicked Max to get even lower. He started licking my high heels, caressing my feet and I just couldn’t help but give him a kick or two. He was a good boy, so every kick resulted in him getting more attached to my feet. I liked the feeling of him surrendering so easily. I was curious as to how far he would go. I made him crawl in the filthy floor for a while, when someone entered. They just smirked and walked back out.

I could see the terror on Max’s face when he fathomed that this person could tell his GF what they saw. It must have been a friend. And see, that is what made my mind go even darker. That kind of terror on his face, the bulge in his pants about to explode…

I grabbed Max by his chin, pulled him up to me, very close to me. He must have felt my breath on his cheek as I moved my lips past his up to his ear. I whispered: “Max, you wanna be a good, obedient boy, don’t you?”. He hesitated, I tightened my grip around his chin. He nodded his head agreeing with me. “Max, you’re here with your friends, aren’t you?”. Max swallowed hard, but nodded again. “Good, you’ll take me to them, I wanna make their acquaintance”. He didn’t understand yet what was about to happen. I asked him about his GF. She was there too. They had a table in the corner of the bar.

Max was about to turn away from me, to lead the way, when I took hold of his arm. “Not so fast, you’ll crawl. And you will be a good boy for me this evening”. And there it was, the terror that filled his eyes once again. Fuck, it almost got me over the edge, I think I moaned a little in that moment.

So that is how we left the bathroom. Max leading the way, crawling to the table where his friends and GF were sitting. I felt 10 inches taller in that moment. And the look on the guys face was priceless. There was their big, bad dom, crawling to the feet of some stranger. I made a quick stop to talk to Max’s GF. I told her, if anything was going too far, just to tell me. She was definitely shocked but didn’t seem to mind what was happening.

I took the one free chair, where Max was sitting before. He looked up at me, as I gestured that his place was beside my feet. He got to caressing them, seemingly enjoying being put in his place.

I started talking to the guys around the table, sharing common kinks and stories. My hand was resting on Max’s head for the rest of the evening while he was blissfully playing with my shoes or giving an answer here and there after asking for my permission to speak. He had an erection throughout the whole evening, so he must have enjoyed the treatment.

At some point Jason came looking for me. He burst into laughter as soon as he saw me sitting there with my new pet. Oh, and as for what happened next… I went home with one of Max’s friends. All that sexual tension had to be put to good use after all.

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