I was a very good girl, vanilla once. A little bit of a slut, sure. But who isn’t from time to time? I’d enjoyed some amazing lesbian hookups, and I’d developed a real taste for primal cum in pussy sex. Truthfully, I thought I knew a lot until I went to my first BDSM sex club. Little did I realize that my growing expertise was painfully vanilla.

I didn’t know how incredibly arousing control and teasing physical limits could be until I went to a BDSM Sex Club.

At first, I was nervous to dip a toe – or more – into the BDSM world. Until then, my idea of BDSM was fluffy romantic drivel with a little naughty spanking tossed in for good measure. Furry handcuffs were the extent of my personal experience. I’d read 50 Shades of Grey. Poorly written fanfiction. And wow, Boy, was I unprepared for the reality.

My first visit to a BDSM club opened my eyes to a whole new world.

 

Have you ever been to a BDSM Sex Club? Like a living, breathing creature – a writhing mass of sex and satisfaction in every dark corner. The first thing that you realize when you walk into a BSDM sex club is that it smells like deep, primal arousal. Like the kind of fucking that happens rarely in the real world. You know that sweaty, desperate, animalistic sex that’s so good you can’t walk afterward? Imagine having that over, and over, and over all day long and bottling the scent. That’s the smell of a BDSM Sex Club in full swing.

Have you ever watched someone being fucked while they’re suspended by ropes?

I couldn’t believe my eyes. There was so much exposed skin. Sounds of pain and release. Pleasure and satisfaction were being teased and taunted out of the participants in every corner. Any kink you can imagine can be employed. Tickling while tied. Magic wands and nipple clamps. Suspension play. It’s an arousing and astounding sight to see. In another spot, someone dressed as an adorable little fox in a leather studded collar and furry tail being rubbed and spanked by the woman dominating her confidently.

I had dressed for the evening, leather and metal. I was there to observe. It was my first time in a BDSM Sex Club. But the truth was that I started to cream my red lace panties. From the moment I stepped inside, I suddenly found that I wanted to play.

There was so much pleasure to be enjoyed. I just needed to learn how to surrender.

For me, the height of the evening at the BDSM Sex Club was the moment that started me on a personal journey of exploring dominance. I watched a dominance and submission scene that incorporated impact play. While I stood and observed and became stunningly aroused.

The submissive achieved that blissful pleasurable joy of the subspace while being repeatedly struck. Watching the expression of someone letting go of themselves utterly, surrendering their need to be self-possessed, and allowing the soothing calm of submission to feed their soul. I learned that not only was their value, and pleasure, to be found in both submission and dominance – but that I was going to learn how to give that gift to others.

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