February 27, 2021

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Bondage – The First Time

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My first time was even better than I had imagined. No, not the‘ first time, but my first encounter with my Master in real real life. Bondage I could never have imagined before, I even found BDSM fantasies unbearable. I did not want to suffer. But at that time I did not know that in BDSM extreme or bondage also the pleasure pulsates and can be felt quite differently than I imagined.

I met Master Carlos through a personal ad I placed online. At first, I found his name quite funny. Carols? Yes please what kind of a weirdo name is that … But my laughter was soon to fade.

My ad stated that I was a happily married woman looking for a Dom willing to teach me how to be submissive. I made it clear that I didn’t want a real-life relationship, only one in cyberspace: a few days later, Master Carlos responded. We made arrangements for an online sex meeting where we asked each other some questions. We got along well from the start, and I quickly developed a great respect for the gentleman. He answered my questions honestly and completely, asking only the same courtesy in return.

In the months that followed, we continued our conversations and shared many incredible moments together. This man had a knack for bringing out my submissive side and teaching me things about myself that I didn’t know before; things I liked once they came out. I even thought about bondage and BDSM extreme.
Who knows, I may have even taught him a thing or two about himself. We also had several satisfying “cyber” sessions where we vividly described to each other what we would like to do if we were together. The sex sessions seemed so real. Master Carlos could make me cum with his words alone – I could only dream about how he could make me feel in person. Dreaming, that is, until I got the chance to make it happen. Not only did he become my master, but he became a jerk-off template.

As I said before, I am happily married. My husband, although a very caring, satisfying lover, does not share my interest in BDSM Extreme or Bondage. He knew there was a little “something” missing in my life that he could not fulfill. He also knew that this need had absolutely nothing to do with my love for him. I accepted the fact that I would not live out this experience because of my love for him: he decided that it was because of my love for him and his mutual love for me that I should have this experience at least once in my life.

It took him some time to convince me that I should live out this fantasy for myself, but once I was convinced that I would, I immediately knew who to go to to help me make it happen – Master Carlos.

When I told my BDSM Master about our plan, he was pleased. He said he knew this day would come, but he never tried to push me into anything I might regret. However, before agreeing to help me, he asked me if I was sure that I could submit to his total control, that I could obey his every command, no matter how strange it might seem to me. I agreed. We discussed the use of “safe words,” boundaries, and the like. When he was convinced that this was what I really wanted, he agreed. I was ecstatic!

Wheels were set in motion for what would truly be the experience of a lifetime. We decided that I would fly to Boston, where he lived, because he had the necessary equipment. Should I really dare BDSM extreme and bondage. My husband nodded, but he had no idea what this would entail and could make of me.

He made the necessary travel arrangements for me. He also instructed me on what (small) clothing to bring, along with a few of my favorite sex toys. My husband knew exactly where I would be staying, how to reach me at the hotel, and how to reach Master at his home. It was important to all three of us that he felt comfortable about my safety.

Upon my arrival at the airport, I was to go to the designated rental car counter for the car Master had reserved for me and then follow his instructions directly to my hotel. Once I had checked in and settled into my room, I was to call him and my husband to let them know I had arrived. The Master thought it wise that our first physical encounter was somewhat tame, so we arranged to meet in my hotel room rather than at his home. After that night, if I was still sure I wanted to continue, I would spend the following nights in his dungeon.

His first order to me on the phone was to prepare me for our BDSM sex encounter. I was to tie myself to the bedposts with the rope he said, spread-eagled, face down and naked except for a blindfold. He knew I would not be able to tie one of my hands, so he would do that for me when he got there. Before doing so, however, I was to go to the front desk and authorize them to give him a key to my room when he arrived so he could let himself in. I followed his instructions to the letter, my pussy steaming in anticipation the whole time.

I had been lying on the bed for at least twenty minutes when I heard a key in the door indicating that the master had arrived. My heart was racing! Quietly, he walked across the room. Standing at my side, he said, “Good for you, my slave. It seems you have done as you were told,” in his deep, commanding voice. “I’ll give you one more chance to reconsider,” he continued as he slowly walked around the bed. I could feel his eyes on my naked, helpless body as he spoke. “If you have any doubts about what you’re getting yourself into, speak up now.”

“No, Master. I have no doubts, only desires,” I replied softly.

“That’s a good little minx. Shall we proceed?” he asked as he grasped my unattached hand.

“Yes, master. Please, teach me, master.”

“All right.” He tied my free hand to the fourth bedpost and then sat on the bed next to my waist. “Let me see if you have followed all my instructions so far,” as he placed his finger on my gaping wet pussy. “You’re wet,” he said sternly. “I gave you specific instructions not to get wet until I allowed you to,” he exclaimed as he slapped my bare ass.

My body jerked, surprised. “I’m sorry, Master, but I…”

Smack! “Did I tell you to speak?” he barked, spanking me again.

“No, sir. I’m sorry, master.”

“From now on, you may speak only when instructed.”

“Yes, Mas …”

Smack! I jumped as his hand hardened again, this time on my pussy. “I didn’t tell you to speak. This is new to you, so I will allow you this mistake. Don’t disobey me again, and we’ll get along just fine, dear. Do you understand?”

Silence. I was trembling with fear.

“You may answer me, little one,” he said softly as he gently rubbed my heated bottom, soothing it.

“Yes, master whip. I understand, sir.”

“I understand, sir.” Good. I knew you would. Now let’s get started on your fantasy.” I felt the bed move as he stood. He said no more, but soon I heard him open the closet, then I heard the clanking of hangers; I concluded that he had to undress and hang up his clothes. It wasn’t long before I felt him back on the bed. He slid one of his strong arms under my belly and lifted me slightly. While holding me up, he slid a pillow under me. “This will hold you up off the bed and allow me easier access to the opening I want to use,” he said. He stood back up, admiring his handy work I imagine. “What a beautiful sight. There’s nothing more exciting than seeing a helpless wench waiting to be exploited.” He laughed, somewhat maniacally, and a shiver ran down my spine. “Ahh! I almost forgot… Open your mouth wide, little girl.” I opened as he instructed, and he put a ball gag in my mouth and fastened it securely behind my head. “We don’t want to alert our new neighbors to our activities with your yelling or screaming, do we?

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