Bdsm Mate was always a bit of a mystery to me. He never talked much about his past and I never asked, so I didn’t know much about him other than what I could see. He was tall, dark, and handsome with a muscular body that was built for strength, and I was oddly intimidated by him in a way I’d never been before. One night, after we’d been dating for a few months, he invited me over to his place. I was a little nervous, but I decided to go, and I was immediately taken back by the amount of BDSM equipment that was scattered around his living room.
It was clear from the start that Bdsm Mate was a Dom, and I was his sub. I was both scared and excited by the prospect of what was about to happen, but I knew that I could trust him. He took my hands in his and kissed me gently on the lips, sending a spark of electricity through my body. He then undressed me slowly, his eyes devouring every inch of my exposed skin. I felt so vulnerable and exposed, but he made me feel safe too.
He laid me down on the bed and began to tie my wrists and ankles to the bedposts with silky, red ropes. I felt my heart beating faster as he leaned in close, his breath warm on my neck as he whispered softly, “Now I’m going to make you my slut.” He reached over to the bedside table and grabbed a feather, and he smiled devilishly while he gently tickled my body all over. I gasped and moaned in pleasure, my skin becoming more and more sensitive with each touch.
He then leaned down and started to kiss my neck and chest, his lips sending waves of pleasure through me as he moved lower and lower. He lingered on my nipples, teasing them with his tongue and teeth as he pulled on the rope that bound my wrists. The sensation was incredible and I felt my body burning with desire. He then moved down to my thighs, kissing and licking slowly as his fingers teased me.
Soon he was between my legs, and I felt his tongue on my most sensitive spot. He explored every inch of me, making me quiver with pleasure as I writhed and moaned in ecstasy. I was lost in the moment, and I felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge. Right before I reached it, he stopped and moved to my back, unhooking the rope and gently caressing my skin.
He rolled me onto my back and spread my legs wide, his hard body covering mine. I felt his hard erection pushing against my entrance and I braced myself for the pleasure that was to come. He started to thrust into me, slowly at first and then harder, the feeling sending me over the edge as I screamed out in pleasure. We moved together like this, until we both reached our climaxes and lay in a satisfied, sweaty mess.
As we lay there in each other’s arms, I couldn’t help but feel amazed and grateful for the experience. I had found something with Bdsm Mate that I hadn’t found before—a connection, a sense of trust, and a desire for pleasure. I knew that this connection we had forged through BDSM was only the beginning of something much bigger and deeper.
