BDSM used to be my thing.
When I was younger, one of my first forays into the world of BDSM was me having a Master. He was quite a bit older than me, I was seventeen at the time and he was thirty five. He would put me into complete submission and do things to me I never even thought possible. I loved it and he opened my mind so much, probably helping sculpt me into the filthy slut I am today.
We eventually grew apart, and both moved on with our lives, but I never forgot about my first BDSM Master. So you’ll imagine my shock when I went home for a visit recently and happened to bump into him at one of my favorite clubs I used to frequent when I was younger…
Although he’d grown older in the eight or so years since I’d seen him, he was still extremely attractive, and had the look in his eye I’d known all those years ago.
“Why are you here?” he said, and immediately all those old thoughts and feelings came flooding back. “To submit” I replied.
Without warning he grabbed me by the back of my hair and pulled me close to him. He planted his mouth on mine and kissed me hard and deep, biting my lip hard enough to really hurt, but not to draw blood. “Take your panties off.” He ordered, and so in the middle of the dance floor, with his hand still clasped around the back of my neck, I reached down and pulled my panties to my knees, letting them slide to the floor. He quickly grabbed them and stuck them into his pocket.
Still holding me he turned me around roughly, so my back was to him, and I realized he’d pulled a long length of cord out of his suit pocket. “Hands behind you, you know what to do.” I certainly did and he proceeded to bind my hands behind me, tight enough to make me wince, but not too tight I’d have rope burn.
Holding my tied hands firmly with one hand, he reached down and violently stuck his hand up the back of my skirt, forcing my legs apart and ramming two fingers into my cunt. I shrieked but it was silent under the heavy thud of the music and he fingered me hard, slipping in a third, then fanning them out, stretching my tight, (unfucked for weeks,) pussy.
He let go of my hands, making me bent in half in front of him. Then he reached his fingers into my mouth, stuffing it down to my gullet, making me choke and cough, spluttering spit out of my mouth as he did.
He fucked me in my mouth and pussy, hard, at one point he had almost his whole fist in my vagina, making me choke even harder as I tried to yelp through the pain. By this time people had started to stop and stare, but as I was forcefully fisted and gagged by fingers, I liked it.
Needless to say I extended my stay after that night and ended up being in subservience for an extra two weeks, staying with him. He had updated his BDSM dungeon since we last spent time together, and I must say, it was a nice change of scenery, my little trip home.
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