Tiny’s First Spark into BDSM (True Story)

I loved being single. My last relationship was the longest I’d had. Two years later I broke up with him. Why? Because we weren’t having sex anymore. Later I found out that he was already seeing someone on the side, which explained a lot, obviously. During that relationship, I found out I wanted to be dominated during sex. He wasn’t into that as after I’d suggested it, he was immediately: “Yes let’s do that.” And he meant to him.

Now, I don’t mind taking control in the bedroom once in a while. And I’m definitely not shy about asking for what I want, but being dominated was something I longed for. More the fact of not having to tell someone what to do to me, but for someone to take control.

That was how I ended up on a website where similar-minded people met up from all over the world to chat. My first encounter was something that could’ve put me off BDSM for good. I’d decided to meet up with someone thirty years older, in real life. We connected online and I didn’t mind the age difference. He asked me to fill out a form, where I had to tick boxes of what I’d tried, what I wanted to try and what I wasn’t into. A couple of my ‘hard no’s’, as they call it, were pee and poop, age-play and pony play. There were probably a few others but I haven’t got the list any more. He asked me if I wanted to play on our first date and even though I was nervous, I wanted to try.

We walked to a room in the hotel that he worked at. We’d been having drinks at the bar there, so the walk wasn’t far. The nerves in my belly didn’t have time to settle. In the room, he told me to undress and sit on a chair. I had to sit up straight with my arms behind my back. My arms were bound together high between my shoulder blades with the rope looping towards the front and binding my breasts. He was very clinical about it, with a small caress here and there. When he was finished he took out nipple clamps and put them on. I gasped for breath and started to hyperventilate. It hurt a lot, but I didn’t use my safe word. At this point, I was seeing stars and moaning and when he started using a crop on my sore nipples, I cried out my safe word. He shot into action releasing the nipple clamps and loosening the ropes. Before he got me completely free from the ropes, I ran to the toilet and threw up. He came towards me and held my hair out of my face while rubbing my back in circles. I was so embarrassed and he was so gentle. When he finished unravelling the ropes, I decided to call it a day and never saw him again. Not for lack of trying on his side, especially asking me if I was okay. He never pressured me or anything, hence why I wasn’t turned off of the actual lifestyle. The few casual meetings I had after that were with wannabe’s and I was at the point of giving up. My last encounter was with a recently divorced man with a kid. Now, most of the BDSM relationships in the community don’t result in a romantic relationship and are purely play and sex-based. So I knew what I was getting into and I still thought I didn’t want a relationship. This guy was inexperienced and I could have really gotten hurt from his experiments with brushes and whatnot. The last drop, after meeting six times was him wanting to involve another woman and freezing his cum to put in my drinks. The other woman was hot but also made me feel less desirable. Why would he need another woman? Wasn’t I enough? I’d been in threesomes before but that was always me being the extra woman, which was hot. I wasn’t really on board with getting another woman involved when we had no connection. We did invite her and I kind of pushed him in her direction. I’d had enough of him and thought they were a good fit. He went slightly psycho for a few weeks, hacking into my account on the website and spreading lies. Which again didn’t put me off BDSM but did put me on alert for inexperience. This time I knew what to look out for when chatting with a Dom. I knew what questions to ask and what was in his arsenal. That was when I started properly chatting on the website before meeting up with anyone else. After talking for a few weeks on the BDSM platform, I decided to meet up with a guy that I was pretty certain was someone with experience. I invited him to my apartment. I know safety first but I was in a period of my life where impulsive behaviour was the norm. I’d say, don’t do what I did even though it turned out great, it could’ve turned out ugly. I didn’t learn from my mistakes but was lucky. He arrived dressed in a beautiful black suit and burgundy tie. It wasn’t a cheap suit, that much I could tell as he was a tall large man and it fit him perfectly. Now I’m not a small person by any means. I am short, but boobs, butt and extra rolls make up my body. I did my best to hide them by wearing a sexy corset and matching panties. That’s how I opened the door, horny and not thinking.

Thankfully, the neighbours weren’t watching. He carried a large camouflage-colored backpack, which didn’t fit with his outfit at all. It gave me thrills and chills all over imagining what could be in that bag. Immediately, I felt a certain attraction to his obvious dominance. He took in my apartment and nodded in approval. My dog and cat were around and I wasn’t sure how he’d react to them, and visa versa. It would become important to me in the long run, however at that moment I couldn’t care less because I only wanted one thing from this man: him dominating me and fucking me. We talked about little things with a glass of champagne that he’d brought with him—favourite music, our love of karaoke and eventually my little experience and his vast one with BDSM.

It was a bit of touch and go for a second. We didn’t know one another and also didn’t know what to expect of this first meeting. I was up for everything and anything, but also trembling inside. What if he didn’t want anything to do with me? What if he left without spanking me or anything and my search for another Dom had to continue? We had so much in common, it was weird. Eventually, we went over to my sofa, which was like two steps from the table we sat at earlier. He told me to sit down next to him and I eagerly obeyed. Then I decided that I should just come out and say what I wanted. I confessed I wanted to try bondage and impact play. Without a word, he went to his car and took out two more bags of ‘tools’. The one bag he’d already brought inside was full of rope, the other had metal clamps and other things I couldn’t identify at the time. The third bag had a flogger, a cane, a riding crop and a paddle. I got wet just thinking about all those things being tried out on my body by Him. We went to my bedroom, where he blindfolded me and told me to take my panties off. After that, he ordered me to lie down on the bed. He took one hand and then the other and bound me to the two posts of the head of the bed. Next were my legs. He did all of this without a word. A caress here and there left me breathless in anticipation. Hearing rustling beside me I tensed up a little checking my bondage. All went quiet as I lay spread-eagle, bound to the four-poster bed. He started lightly exploring my body by caressing me with an impact device. When he tapped my breasts and pussy, I realised it was a paddle. The next instrument was thin and sharp and bit into my nipples. It didn’t hurt too much and I was super wet already, but it did elicit a hiss from my lips. He brought out a fairy wand and attacked my clit with it with accurate precision, making me come twice in quick succession. I was limp and satisfied after that. He rearranged my body so I was belly down now. The crop was used a few times on my buttocks and I surprised both him and myself when I came again. He kept on going, caressing my heating buttocks in between hits. Sometimes even fondling my pussy and telling me I was a good girl. I tried to stay quiet but didn’t quite succeed once he increased the strength of the impact. When I reached a certain pitch and thought I couldn’t take anymore, he quickly and efficiently undid the rope from my ankles and wrists. He manoeuvred my body into the position he wanted before ripping away the blindfold. His trousers and suit vest had disappeared. He crawled on the bed holding my legs up. When he was above me he put my legs on each shoulder and opened my pussy to make it easier to penetrate. His girth was thick and I came undone again. Pumping into me a few times he took my feet to his face and bit down on my heel, making me clench around his cock. He grunted and came as well. Laying next to each other on the bed breathing heavily, we looked into each other’s eyes and he turned towards me to give me the sweetest kiss. We cleaned up and he packed all his bags. I looked longingly at all the other toys and impact instruments he hadn’t used on me tonight. Another glass of champagne later, he told me that he’d love to see me again. I was the first woman he bound to a bed for the first time who had a smile of bliss on her face when being tied. And I was also the first real pain slut he’d met. I was so proud of myself for being such a ‘good girl’ for this fabulous, and obviously experienced, Dom. He’d taken pictures and promised to show them later. We kissed, and that was the start of our D/s relationship, which stayed in the bedroom or at events but was not shown to the outside world.

If you enjoy stories like these, please consider becoming a member of Medium.

Your membership fee directly supports me and other writers you read. You’ll also get full access to every story on Medium if you join Medium by clicking the link below.

By subscribing via the link below, you sponsor me directly, without any additional cost to you.

https://medium.com/@tinysparksx/membership

Claps are gold for authors, therefore don’t forget to leave one or more after reading a story.

Other Stories of mine are found here and more in all bookstores