Hihi, as per usual I’m writing this on my phone so there may be formatting issues. I realized it’s been a while since I’ve been on here, so I decided to share another story with you all.
After losing my virginity, and going back to school, I decided to download tinder. Only having had sex once, and not knowing what I really wanted, I decided to blindly swipe. I matched with C, a 6’2” 27-year-old body builder. When we matched I remember questioning why someone as beautiful as him would be interested in me.
C loved how innocent and inexperienced I was. To him I was some sort of untouched malleable clay that he could mold however he deemed fit. Being as naive as I was, I blindly followed and did everything he told me to. He had a very precise method when it came to sex. Each and every time after he let me in, he’d pour me a drink, recount words of wisdom and then gaze at me as I was some sort of prey.
He liked how shy I was. How I would shrink against the couch cushions under his gaze. How his massive frame would fully eclipse me. How I’d blush and shy away from his dirty words. Content with his power over me, he’d pick me, cradling me as if I were a delicate doll, and carry me to his room. His room was as dark as his persona. He had this massive king bed with dark sheets and his walls were covered in satanic memorabilia. If I hadn’t already been intimidated, yet wildly into him, I would’ve ran.
On this particular day, after carrying me into his room he told me that we were going to try something new. He tossed a pillow onto the ground and with a wicked smile told me to kneel against it. I quickly fell to my knees and looked up at him with with scared, yet anticipatory eyes.
He sternly told me to stay as he walked towards his bedside drawer. C returned and proceeded to cover my eyes with the first, and only, blindfold I’ve ever used. I remember being terrified that I was losing one of my senses and yet I trusted him. I remember thinking how dark it was as I heard the leather of his belt slip through its steel clasp. I could hear the shuffling and small thud as he shedded his clothes, tossing them into the corner. I felt his presence approaching me before he gently grabbed my mouth and roughly forced it open.
He thrusted his hard cock into my mouth as he leant over yanking off my shirt and grabbing both of my arms. I started gagging on his cock as he began to restrain my arms behind me with rope. I can still smell the scent of the rope and feel it digging into the flesh of my wrists as I tried my hardest to deepthroat his entire cock, whilst tears streamed down my face. C kept releasing curse words and silent grunts as he called me his “good girl” and stroked my hair.
The next thing I knew I was being lifted and tossed onto the bed. He flipped me over onto my stomach and began to massage my ass. I could once again hear his bedside drawer open up as he fumbled with something inside. Before I had the time to imagine the various items of torture that drawer could contain, I felt the cold leather against my skin. If I had known I was about to be flogged, I would’ve protested; however, before I could come up with words of dissent I felt the sting of the first slash against my skin. My left ass cheek was on fire and tears began to well in my eyes. When he began to kiss the small of my back, is was if the pain was being lifted from me. He would kiss each shoulder blade between strikes as well as reiterate how “good of a girl” I was before massaging the raw skin.
When I felt I could no longer take it, I felt a different kind of pressure. He had forced his cock to the hilt inside of me in one thrust. He pause for a second, to allow me to catch my breath, and then proceeded to fuck the life out of me. To this day I don’t know how I was able to handle all of it without splitting in half. C used me to his liking before yanking me half way off the bed and thrusting his cock into my mouth again.
This time he untied my hands and I got to appreciate his cock to its fullest extent. The idea of what I looked like and the feel of his body against mine was riling me up. I started giving his cock my all when he grabbed my head and started facefucking me for the first time. I just laid there and let him use me as his personal little fuck toy. Before he came, he told me not to swallow until he gave me his permission. I felt him shudder as rope-after-rope of hot cum shot into my mouth. Once he pulled away, he had me stick out my tongue as proof that I hadn’t swallowed his gift. I felt his fingers slide in my mouth as he proceeded to use his cum and my spit as the perfect lubricant for him to finger fuck my throat. Once he was proud of my performance, he pulled his fingers out and told me I could swallow. He then took the blindfold off of me, told me I was a good girl and got me cleaned up.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xcdzpk/my_first_bdsm_experience
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