Longing for BDSM Pt. 01

I had always loved female domination porn, I watched it all the time as a teenager, and even now at the age of 24 I still watched female domination porn. I had loved that type of porn for as long as I could remember and I didn’t know why. Women of authority had always turned me on like crazy, and it was so hard for me to fight my urges. My 23-year-old girlfriend Becky had found out about my love of female domination and she had not been very happy about it. My girlfriend was a pretty petite blonde and I liked her and we had tried to keep the relationship going but I got bored with her because she never wanted to do any bdsm or femdom stuff with me. I asked her every night if we could play some bdsm games with her playing the domme and she always told me, no, stating that it was too weird and it made her feel uncomfortable. She had not been nasty about it, she had respected my kinks, but she had made it very clear she would not indulge me in my kinks. My girlfriend made me so mad sometimes! I couldn’t help but think maybe the girl was a submissive bitch! That would definitely explain why she didn’t want to roleplay as a domme for me. One day I told my girlfriend to tie to me to the bed and whip me for fun just too indulge me a little bit and she had said hell no! That’s weird! And she had called me a freak. Her words hurt me and no sooner had she said them she apologised and said her words were out of line, but then she had added, “Can you please stop talking about bdsm stuff all the time! It’s getting annoying! Why can’t we just have good old regular sex like we used to! You never want to have sex with me anymore! Because all you can think about is bdsm!”

For some reason, I felt anger rising up inside me! That didn’t happen very often but my girlfriend really got under my skin with her snobbish attitude!

I looked at her angrily. “You know what’s funny? You say no to all the bdsm activities that I want to try but I bet if I offered to tie you to the bed and whip you, you would love it! Wouldn’t you!”

I saw her face flush and I knew I was right and I had struck a chord within her. She looked at me angrily. “Of course I wouldn’t like it!” she screamed angrily.

“Well you don’t like the idea of being a domme so maybe you would prefer being submissive instead!” I yelled at her.

“No! I don’t want to be your submissive either!” she yelled angrily.

“Why not? I challenged her, you seem to hate the idea of femdom bdsm so I decided to give you the choice of you being submissive and me being the master instead!”

She rolled her eyes at me. “I don’t want to be a domme! Or a submissive! bdsm is not my cup of tea! Why can’t you get that through your head!” she yelled angrily.

“I don’t believe you,” I said with a smug smile on my face. “You just have a problem with female domination, don’t you! But I bet you love male domination!”

“Fuck you, Dean! Don’t talk to me like I’m a submissive slut! I’m not submissive! Or dominant! I just don’t want to play your bdsm games! So leave me alone! And stop being an Arsehole!”

Those words had been the last straw for me and I broke up with her there and then telling her that I loved female domination and I couldn’t stand being with a woman who had no interest in it! It was driving me crazy!. She had not even argued with me she just looked at me with cold eyes. “You’re such a selfish prick! I don’t know what I ever saw in you!” she screamed at me.

“I’m selfish! I said in surprise, “you never want to do anything kinky in the bedroom! And I’m selfish! Look who’s talking! Miss Priss!”

“Fuck you, Dean! You are a sorry excuse for a man!” she screamed back at me.

I laughed. “Why because I like female domination?”

“No, because you’re a prick!” she shot back. She walked past me and went to go and get her stuff from her room, a few minutes later she came back and angrily walked past me. “I don’t want to live here with you anymore! I’m going back home to live with my Mum! And I’m going to tell her what a total prick you are!”

“Fine leave! See if I care! And you can tell your mum I’m a prick! She never liked me anyway!” I yelled at her. Becky walked past me then she stopped at the door and looked back at me. “You will be sorry for this,” she said coldly. That was the last thing she said before she left the flat and slammed the door shut behind her. Her last words sent chills down my spine. I had never heard my girlfriend say those words to me before and I was surprised she had said them. She had sounded like she hated me I thought. She never had to move out, she could have still lived here I told myself. I had not meant to upset her but my anger had taken over and as soon as she was gone I wondered if I had made a mistake breaking up with her. Maybe I am a prick I told myself, with a small twinge of guilt inside. I may have been pissed off at her but that didn’t mean I had to dump her did it? I wondered.

That incident had happened a week ago and bahçelievler escort I still remembered what happened very clearly and I did feel guilty about breaking up with my girlfriend but I also felt very horny now that I was single and I was desperate for some bdsm play with a woman. Sex was something that only satisfied me temporarily but femdom bdsm is what really turned me on! Well watching it did, but I had never tried it before and I wondered if I could find a mistress online to dominate me. What I really wanted was to have a real life session with a domme, the thought of that happening turned me on like crazy but I had never done that sort of thing before because I was nervous about contacting people online. I decided there and then I would book a session with a domme online because I couldn’t stand fantasizing about it anymore, I needed the real thing. I was so tired of watching the femdom videos and pretending I was the guy in the video, I actually wanted to be the GUY in the video!

Later that evening I sat down in the living room and turned my laptop on and decided to search online for a dome that I could have a session with. There were many sites online and I went through most of them. I felt like a total pervert for doing this but I couldn’t help it! I was horny as hell! And the thought of a domme dominating me turned me on!. Eventually, I found one site I liked the look of that was full of lifestyle dommes, and I decided I would feel much more comfortable having a session with a domme at her house instead of a dungeon. I didn’t mind homemade dungeons but the real ones at studios made me nervous. It didn’t take me long to find the dominatrix of my dreams. She was a beautiful redhead and she had the most perfect face I had ever seen! The woman was a goddess if I ever saw one. She looked like she was in her early thirties. I guessed she was 33 or 34 years old. Her name was mistress Helen and I went to her official website so I could see more pictures of her. When I got to the site my eyes nearly popped out of my head! There were multiple pictures of the woman in multiple different outfits! I looked at every picture and felt myself get hard in my boxers. I especially loved the picture of her in a black corset and black stockings and heels. I checked out her profile page and I read all there was to know about the woman, how strict she was and all of her interests and kinks. There was a list of things she did allow in her sessions and a list of things she didn’t allow. Her profile page stated if you were going to book a session you had to explain what your kinks and limits were before they could begin. She also sounded like a strict mistress and she demanded respect and liked hygiene and good manners in a man.

I looked at the bottom of the page and saw mistress Helen’s phone number with words underneath saying my contact number. I realized then I would have to book a session over the phone and ask if and when she was free. There was also an option for contacting her by email. The prices for each session were written down in the info area of the website. There was also the option of having a studio bdsm session or a session with the domme at her own house. I decided I would feel more comfortable having the session at her house, and despite the high price of £200 per hour she was charging for sessions I knew I couldn’t say no, I was too desperate.

The next day I got dressed and showered had lunch then I got on a bus and made my way into London to meet mistress Helen. I had sent my mistress an email and we spoke to each other online via email and I had given her a list of my fetishes and told her what my limits were. It had been a pretty straightforward online chat. mistress Helen had insisted that I pay her the money for the session in person. I had booked a five-hour session for Saturday which cost £1,000 which was a lot for me, but I was so desperate for domination that I didn’t care by this point. My appointment was for one pm and it was to end at five pm. Mistress Helen told me I had to arrive before or at one pm and no later, because she was strict when it came to appointments. She had given me the address of her house online in an email message and I had written it down on paper and taken it with me so I didn’t forget. Luckily Saturday was my day off work so it gave me the time to have a session with mistress Helen. London was a very busy city and it was always very crowded and I was worried I would not make it to her house on time. I didn’t have my own car so I had to take three buses through London until I arrived at her neighbourhood. She lived in a quiet part of London that was away from all the traffic crowds and loud noise. I was thankful for that since I had never liked too much noise or crowds. It took me an hour to arrive in her neighbourhood and I was happy to finally be there. It was a very nice looking neighbourhood too, very quiet and peaceful. bağcılar escort It had an American suburban neighbourhood look to it. My mistress lived in an average sized one-story house at the end of the street. The house may not have been big but it wasn’t too small either I personally thought the house was an okay size and it looked okay. Her garden was nice and she had a nice concrete path that led to her front door. She had short hedges on both sides of her path, and she had medium sized fences surrounding her garden. Her house was a detached house and she had no driveway only a path leading to the front door.

I knocked on the door and I was greeted with the most beautiful woman I had ever seen! The tall mistress was stunning and had fiery red hair and a perfect face. She wore a black leather corset along with black stockings and black high heels, she also wore matching black knickers. She wore red lipstick and she had red nail polish on her fingernails, she also wore some light red makeup around her eyes and on her cheeks. I could see her boobs poking up over her corset and my eyes nearly popped out of my head. Wow! The woman was a vision of loveliness!. She smiled. “You must be my one pm appointment please come in,” she said politely. She stepped aside and I walked past her into the house. She closed the door behind me and locked it then turned to face me. I held out my hand to be polite. “Hi, I’m Dean,” I said. She shook my hand. “I’m mistress Helen it’s nice to meet you,” she said with a smile on her face. “It’s nice to meet you too,” I said nervously. The woman was a lot nicer than I had imagined she would be. For some reason, I thought she would be strict from the get-go but that was not the case, instead, she was pretty friendly. We went to her living room and we sat down and spoke for a little while about what our fetishes and kinks were then I told her what my limits were and she gave me a safe word. After we spoke I gave her the envelope of money and she thanked me and counted it. When she was finished she put the money in a safe in the hallway and locked it then she turned to me and grinned. “You seem pretty nervous Dean, you have nothing to be nervous about okay so just relax and follow my lead.” She turned and walked down the hallway and entered the kitchen. I followed her and entered the kitchen. “Before we begin the session I am going to drink some wine would you like some?” she offered politely. “Yes please,” I replied with a smile.

She smiled back at me. “A man with good manners I like that,” she said. She poured herself half a glass of wine then she poured half a glass for me and she handed me the glass. We sat down at the table and sipped at our wine and we chatted for a few minutes, going over what was discussed earlier as a reminder, she reminded me my safe word was red and she promised me I would enjoy the session but she also warned me that if I used my safe word more than three times the session would end and I would have to go home right away and miss out on the full five hours. I told her I was fine and not to worry about it. I complemented mistress Helen and told her how good I thought she looked. She thanked me then she asked if I was ready to begin the session. I said I was then we finished our wine and mistress Helen left the kitchen and opened a door in the hallway. I followed her through the door and she closed it and locked it behind her then we made our way down the stairs which led to the basement.

The basement did not look like a dungeon like I had expected it to look, instead, it looked like a nicely outfitted basement and it was big and very cool inside. The basement had no windows and there were sofas on both sides of the room facing each other as well as some nice pictures on the walls. There were also a row of draws against one wall. Mistress Helen explained to me that the sofas were down there for when she had guests coming over or other mistresses she was friends with. She wanted them to be able to sit somewhere comfortable when watching her bdsm sessions. She also told me that sometimes she let some of her mistress friends join in on her sessions and punish her subs, and that’s why her basement was very spacious so there was extra room for other women to come down there and watch or participate. All of her talk about her mistress friends was making me excited and I wondered if I would ever meet any of them. “During our session, you will always call me mistress is that understood?” she said sternly.

“Yes ma’am,” I replied.

“Good boy you’re quite obedient already, let’s hope you can keep that up.” She looked me up and down then she told me to take my clothes off and I obeyed her right away. She then led me over to the king sized bed that was at the end of the room and she pointed to it and told me to lay down and I obeyed her right away. Her bed had large wooden bedposts and her mattress had a red sheet on it. Her bed looked ümraniye escort pretty fancy and I looked at it in admiration. The bed looked about eight feet long and was devoid of any pillows. “I think we are going to start off today’s session with bondage first since that’s something you have always wanted to try,” said mistress Helen. I nodded my head eagerly which made her smile widely. “Wow, aren’t you an eager slave.”

Mistress Helen instructed me to lay in the centre of the bed and stretch my arms and legs out to the four corners of the bedposts and I obeyed her without hesitation. She already had ropes tied to the four-bedposts and they looked very secure. They had been tied around her posts multiple times. Mistress Helen took my right wrist and tied it very tight, she made sure the rope wound around my wrist multiple times before she started tying the knots. To my surprise she tied a LOT of knots, it almost seemed like she was tying me up to ensure there was no way I could escape at all. The knots she tied were very tight. One was like a kind of noose tie that ensured my wrist remained pinned inside the rope, and she followed that tie by pulling the rope across my wrist and tying extra knots, so now I had two pieces of rope holding my wrist down instead of just one. She tied my left wrist the same way and made sure she tied multiple knots to keep my wrist immobile in the rope. When she was finished my arms were stretched above my head and tied securely to the two corner bedposts. I pulled on the ropes but they held my arms firmly in place. My Mistress had done a great job of immobilizing my arms, I could barely move them. Mistress Helen smirked when she saw that I couldn’t get out then she quickly grabbed my left leg in one hand and with her other hand she grabbed a rope at the end of the bed and she slipped the rope around my left leg and to my surprise, the rope was already tied! I felt it tighten as soon as she placed it over my ankle. I looked down and I noticed it was a slip knot! I had seen knots like these in bdsm videos! And they were very strong! They were like nooses and the more you pulled on them the tighter they got!

Mistress Helen quickly grabbed my other ankle and pushed the rope around my ankle so it was trapped inside then she gave the rope a hard pull, and just like before my right ankle was pinched tightly by the slip knot noose and trapped inside it. I tried to lift my legs up but when I did the noose style ropes just tightened around my ankles. I realized that this was not good. This was the type of bondage that was impossible to escape from because the more you pulled on the ropes the tighter the ropes got. I was now spread eagle in the centre of the bed with my four limbs stretched wide apart. I could move my legs a little bit but not much, and whenever I pulled on them the ropes tightened which hurt my ankles a little bit and that made me afraid to struggle. Luckily, mistress, Helen had not put my wrists in noose style rope knots, so it didn’t hurt to pull on my wrists, however, the ropes around my wrists were just as secure as the ropes around my ankles if not more so. There were multiple knots and I could not reach any of them with my fingers which made my escape impossible. My mistress had definitely done her homework on rope work and I knew right there and then she was a pro at restraining people. I watched my mistress as she pulled on the ropes around my ankles and tugged them hard to remove all the slack from them then she tied more knots to the ropes around the bottom bedposts, when she was finished there were multiple knots at the foot of the bed and I was surprised once again at how great her bondage skills were. After a few minutes of my mistress checking the ropes, she stepped back and smiled at her work. “Okay, slave try and get out,” she said with a sly smile on her face.

I obeyed her and pulled hard on the ropes and they held very firm. There was hardly any slack in them. My arms and legs were spread wide apart and I could not close my arms or legs at all! I could only wiggle them a little. Despite my arousal, I felt very ridiculous lying there with my arms and legs wide apart. I felt as if I were trapped in a cheer pose. Mistress Helen smiled when she saw I couldn’t get out then she sat on the bed between my spread legs and to my utter surprise she grabbed my dick in her hand and started stroking it up and down. I gasped in arousal as she stroked me and I got rock hard in no time. Mistress Helen smiled at this then she lowered her head and to my surprise, she put my whole dick in her mouth! She pushed my dick as far down her throat as she could and she held it there. The feeling was amazing! I had never gotten a blowjob before! And I felt like I was going to explode in her mouth there and then! But my mistress could sense I might cum and she pulled her mouth off my dick then she gave my dick a hard slap!. I winced in pain and looked up at her in shock. She looked back at me and she had the biggest smirk on her face I had ever seen. “I just thought I should let you know whenever I feel you are getting close to cumming I will give your dick a hard slap to stop you! Is that understood slave?”

My eyes widened in surprise and I nodded my head in agreement. “You should also know you will only cum when and if I let you cum! Is that understood slave?”