[f4a] I’ve learned my lesson [bdsm] [anal] [anilingus] {blindfold] [hotel sex] [average size cock] [shibari] [squirting] [throat fucking] [facial] [spanking] [impact][consent checks] [toys] [aromas] some [gagging] mention [spoiled sheets] [praise kink]

I’ve learned my lesson

I have never been more wrong about a person in my life, and I could not be happier.

His profile picture looked cute, but not particularly stunning or chiselled. He was attractive but I was more curious about his bio. BDSM, that was me, shibari, tick. Open to impact, big tick. Vocal sex also is a big tick, but pleasure Dom was a new one on me. I was used to the release of subjugation and what I took for granted a Dom liked, I liked It too, but didn’t need to be degraded, it was just garnish with me, and if it helps a Dom do his work then fair enough. I had heard of pleasure Dom’s but assumed it was a leftover from everyone jumping on the 50 shades bandwagon who had problems committing. I was naive.

So we did the thing and messaged over a weekend, backed off through the week as he was on shifts and space is good. The next Thursday afternoon we both trek into the city and get a drink.

He doesn’t look too much out of the ordinary, shaved bald head, no cropped he reminded me, he follows the Bruce Willis method.

Denial [F4A] The imagined headspace of a rope bunny in between impact play and edging from her Domme. {BTW I am Dyslexic so if you see any mistakes it is because I didn’t, thanks}

Denial

I have no idea how long I have been here.

The only thing tethering me to the passage of time is the second hand on the clock beside the bookcase hanging on the wall.

I remember the brass pendulum sweeping left to right, swinging in the air, suspended, just like me.

The throbbing from the spanking has stopped coming in waves now.

I am just left with the warm memory of where she touched me like she doesn’t touch anyone else, because she loves me.

The sharp sting of the crop against my clitoris that she started with has faded.

Now the lush is just steadily rising and lowering, not a pulse, a steady ebb and flow, like the waves of the sea, lapping against the beach on a calm steady bright afternoon.

Yet the first spots of fresh rain are threatening, just a faint hint of the storm that had raged hours before, dark clouds on the horizon loom, as though nature’s fury was only tempered and left unsatisfied.

I focus and the remaining calm in my mind stretches out toward every corner of my consciousness.

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