My [F]irst BDSM Scene Happened in [M]anhattan

Scroll to the …… for the light play. Scroll to the ***** for the good shit.
I met Sir on Reddit. We’d been chatting a few months on a messenger app. Finally, A rainy Tuesday morning in June, we met. I walked down the front steps of my apartment in the West Village and spotted him immediately. I’m certain I had a stupid smile on my face the entire walk toward him. Once I got to him, we hugged, and he gave me a peck on the cheek. We decided to head to breakfast to make sure we were both comfortable with proceeding after meeting in person. We ordered and chatted about superficial things. I can’t recall a single topic we broached. I already knew I wanted him to fuck me. We paid and headed back to the apartment so that he could drop his bag. We planned to go to a few museums during the day and to drinks & dinner that evening before we’d begin a scene. Sir is quite into toying with arousal and subsequently, denial.

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We walked up the steps, and I’d barely closed the door before Sir grabbed me and kissed me hard. He wrapped his hand in my hair and pulled me away from him and said “Slut is not to touch Sir without Sir’s permission. Do you understand?” “Yes, Sir.” I replied. He followed up with “Slut also may not kiss Sir back without permission. Is that understood, slut?” “Yes, Sir.” “Good girl.” I shuddered. I was wet hearing him say that in person after only chatting by text. He looks at me and says, “Bring me the vibrator. I will be pairing it to my phone now.” Shit. This was really happening. I was about to be a complete slut with a total stranger I’d met on Reddit and only known for an hour in person. He completed the pairing, commanded me to put the vibrator in my bag, and we headed to the Met.

We started through the museum. I wasn’t paying a damn bit of attention. I was anxious with anticipation of when Sir would command me to put the vibrator in. Eventually…..he did. I resisted at first, but his stern look told me I’d be severely punished later if I didn’t obey, so I quickly caved. The vibrator was inside me, and it was paired to his app. Fuck. What had I gotten myself into!? Public play with this man. He started the vibrator. Oh. My. God. I was wearing a vibrator in the fucking Met. I. am. a. slut. He immediately began asserting his dominance. “Come.” “Sit.” “Stand.” When I refused, he’d turn up the intensity. I couldn’t sit. No way. I was terrified I’d cum in front of the museum-goers. I walked room to room looking at the different pieces on display, trying desperately to take my mind off the vibrations. I look back and laugh uncontrollably when I realize that I stood in front of George Washington’s Crossing, one of our nations most famous paintings, wearing a fucking remote control vibrator. Finally, Sir got impatient. He found a pressure point on my leg and used it to force me to sit on a bench next to him. Then the waves began. My muscles in my pussy started to tighten and relax. Slowly. I was on the verge. I had to slow my breathing and concentrate. I refused to cum in public. There were a few moments where I was unsure I could hold it together, but I never did react enough to garner attention. Thank god. He was so pleased with himself every time he heard me stifling a faint gasp or when I grabbed his arm to steady myself. He had to go back to his office for a few hours and commanded me to wear the vibrator on a specific setting until the battery ran out. I was in need of a really damn good dick down after it finally ran out of battery.

Fast forward to the evening. One of Sir’s kinks is wardrobe control. I happily humor him in this. He picked out skin-tight black denim jeans that showed off Sir’s favorite body part : slut’s 38″ ass. Paired with a sheer black blouse with plunging neckline, I wore a bondage-inspired cage bra underneath. It was…not subtle. We met for cocktails/dinner, and were both quite ready for the scene once finished.

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He orders us an Uber back to my apartment. We climb in, and his hand is on my leg. It’s wandering up my thigh to my waistband. Then he was on the other side of my waistband. Finally. His fingers were on my clit. I was soaking wet. Stifling my moans this time was proving to be more difficult than at the museum. I needed him in the backseat of that Uber, but I wasn’t allowed to have him. Not without Sir’s permission. We made our way to my apartment, and he commands me to change into the full set of lingerie I was to wear. When I emerged from the bedroom. “Good girl” he says. Oh my god. I’m dripping from hearing him say it in person for the first time. He motions me into the kitchen and says “kneel slut.” I drop to my knees. He begins tying a black sash around my eyes as a blindfold. He bends down, mouth right next to my ear, and says “Remember your safe words are _______ and ________. Should you use them, everything stops. Now, you may hear me walking by you. You may hear strange sounds. You will not know what is coming next. Do you understand slut?” “Yes, Sir.” “Good girl.” “Okay. This is bondage tape. It adheres to itself, and it will come off easily.” He secures my satin blindfold with this so that it doesn’t slip.” My anxieties about this stranger melted away. He was explaining everything. He was kind. An actual Dom. Not one of those power-hungry Doms that use kink as a veil for abuse. I hear… metal? What in the fuck is that? A chain? *click* A clasp? “And this…..” he says as he slides something made of smooth leather around my throat, is your first collar.” He fastens it. Fuck. I have never been so confused about being this turned on in my life. A collar and leash is making me drip. What is wrong with me?! I have surely dripped on the floor at this point, and that means he knows this turns me on. Shit. I’m lost in my confusion and arousal when *jerk* he yanks on my chain. “Up slut.” “You like this don’t you slut?” “Yes.” *pop* he slaps me across the face and grabs my chin to point my face up to his. “Yes what?” I can barely get the words out. I breathe “yes, Sir.” I need him to touch me. I’m getting desperate. I need to be fucked. Now. “Come slut.” He leads me to the bed. “Lie on your back.” More metal sounds. Clicking. Buckles? Shit. He’s going to restrain me. What in the fuck have I gotten myself into? Cuffs. They were leather cuffs. One for each wrist and each ankle. The feel of the leather only adds to my arousal. Once buckled, he attaches them to the bed restraints. He’s now completely in control. Then…he puts the noise cancelling headphones on me. Trance/house music is playing. He slides my panties off. I felt a flogger. A pinwheel. A whip maybe? *Gasp* he slides that motherfucking remote control vibe in. “You will tell me when you are close. Understood, slut?” “Yes, Sir.” He switches to a dildo at some point. Then to my wand. Then to his fingers. I was close. Fast. He hit my G-Spot over and over again. I told him I was close. He’d stop. Then he’d start again. “Sir! I’m close!” We did this over and over again. He stuffs my panties into my mouth as a gag and starts again. I try and make out a muffled “please, Sir” as my desperation is growing. I am whining. Whimpering. Nearly in tears I need the release so badly. Finally. He commands “cum, slut.” and immediately, I squirted. A fuck-ton. And I came. And I came. And squirted. I lost count. Good god. Sir then let me worship his cock, and when he was close, he unhooked my restraints and commanded me to get on all fours. He entered me from behind and said “now…I am going to fuck you.” He fucked me. Hard. It was primal. He pulled my hair, bit me, slapped me, and spanked me. This only made me want more. The pain felt good, and the bite sent shocks down through my body to my clit. He flipped me to my back and kept fucking me until he told me to get on my knees. He came all over my face and told me to clean him up. I licked his cock clean like a good girl, and he asked “what do you say to Sir for letting you cum?” “Thank you, Sir.” “Good girl.”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cah9j7/my_first_bdsm_scene_happened_in_manhattan