My first relationship was an…interesting one. I got into it being a vanilla virgin and left it with a buttload of BDSM experience. I have a lot of stories from that relationship, but this one is by far the funniest.
A few months into our relationship, my bf (we’ll call him Aaron) told me about some of his kinks. Wanting to seem like the cool girl that was down for anything, I naively said I wanted to try them all out. Things started out simply with some hair pulling, dirty talk, and basic toys, but before I knew it, we had veered into completely new territory.
Aaron had a dom/humiliation fetish, and one particular way he liked to exercise it was with pet play. Initially, he wanted me to act like a dog (i.e. barking, drinking out of a bowl, and walking around his apartment in a leash). The kink itself wasn’t for me, but I really got off on seeing him enjoying it. But soon, Aaron got bored of the dog shtick and wanted to mix it up.