50 Shades of BDSM

One of the sweetest moments is the brief moment before the first kiss. That moment when everything can go wrong. The inept guy, the bad breath, the rough lips. But if everything works perfectly, you will likely remember that first kiss. That time, it was exactly like that. Still, the first night was something out of the ordinary, namely turning into a slave, but it's better to start from the beginning.

My name is Emma. I'm a simple girl from the suburbs, and luckily, I managed to get into the capital's university. Appearance is quite decent, with flaws. But they can be attributed to a lack of exercise. Something regrettable is not. Normal, tall student, 175 cm, with small breasts of B-size, slightly convex butt and slim, but not trained body. Not blonde or brunette. Now, such as fashionably called blondes. It's something in between the two extremes. So now, I am in my third year, and recently, I was lucky enough to meet a graduate of this university whose name will remain a secret.

I won't be modest and tell you I am a naive, simple girl. Like most, if not all, girls, I also wanna meet a rich and handsome man. Therefore, meeting with the capital's major became a reason to look even better and eliminate the remnants of modesty. But it seemed that my chosen one did not care much, and I soon found out why. By the way, I forgot to tell you about this guy. He is a little taller than me, blond, and well-built. Perhaps, for my story, I'll call him Lucas, just in case. The first thing that caught my eye was his piercing grey eyes, which had almost metallic tints. And under his eyes, I practically melted, then trembled. It was a strange enough sensation. So soon, I was in his flat after another date, and I was anticipating sex. In my head were scenes from the book "50 Shades of Grey"; for some reason, I wanted to do just that or maybe something more complex. I think that a successful man must have some sexual oddities otherwise where to spend the money? Pots of flowers?

After a couple of glasses of wine and short dialogues about nothing, we finally got close enough for that kiss. Simultaneously, rough and tender touches made me shiver, and when our tongues parted, I heard a rather intriguing proposal.

"Emma, I have to warn you right away, I'm already bored with ordinary sex. You can agree to experiment, or I can call you a taxi."

"What do you suggest?"

"What do you know about BDSM?"

"Not too much, but I'm interested."

"Then follow me."

We were approaching one of the rooms:

"And that it would be a red room?"

"It's not a film or a book, but some parts are plausible", I heard back.

I was slightly shocked but even more intrigued when we crossed the threshold. It was a rather large loft-style room with dim lights and a massive amount of all sorts of gadgets. Each one had its own name. In the middle, there was something resembling pads. Now I know it's the St Andrew's Cross. Chains, hooks, whips, ropes, toys, clamps, and more. It was a truly extraordinary collection.

"Now you're here, and it's too late to refuse, " Lucas said behind my back.

Honestly, I wasn't even going to. It was a little scary but also fascinating to try.

"It's going to hurt a little." With these words, he sharply put my hands behind my back, cuffed me and led me to the back of the room.

"Are we going to have a STOP word?" I tried to be playful but was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"There was supposed to be, but I must be ready for easy games today. I'm going to see what you can do."

Before I realised what was happening, he twisted my arms and hooked the handcuffs onto some chain, then brought me sharply to my knees.

"It hurts! Gentle.." But my outrage was interrupted by a hard slap.

"Silence. You could have left, but you stayed. You are my slave now. And you have no right to speak without my permission."

After a couple of moments, I was forced to my knees, my arms twisted even tighter behind my back, and my shoulders grew increasingly sore. It wasn't long before my feet were chained to the floor, and I regretted wearing them. Lucas was in no hurry to take off, which caused me a lot of discomfort. It was scary to speak without permission. Lucas sat down in front of me.

"Look, it's weird, a little scary, but maybe you'll like it. I have no desire to go through all the stages step by step to familiarise you with the so-called contracts, etc. So let's get started; I have a feeling you're gonna be a great bitch. Do you understand? Just nod."

I nodded. It was too late to resent it, so at least just get over it. Especially what could happen to me beyond what I'd seen in porn? He stood over me, unzipped his fly and exposed his cock. Nothing out of the ordinary, big enough, circumcised. I tried to turn away and got whipped. I had to open my mouth, wanting to be as sneaky as possible and use my teeth to teach him a lesson. But he had his penis so deep in my mouth that it would never be possible to close my jaws.

"Don't even think about it, I know how to handle sluts like you."

For a while, he fucked me mercilessly down my throat. My dress was quickly soaked through with sweat and drool, and tears ran down my face along with my mascara. I could hardly see anything, only feel. The chains loosened briefly, Lucas cut the dress open, and tossed my shoes aside; it became a little easier, and afterwards, I had to say goodbye to my favourite underwear.

"You're doing great."

You know, it only felt like rape, and as I tried to relax, I began to take some strange pleasure in what was happening. A couple of moments later, I was suspended by my arms from the ceiling, and my feet barely touched the floor. Lucas began to test the whips on me. They are entirely different ones. The blows hit my breasts, my pussy, my arse. Each touch left red streaks on my tender skin. Screams sounded already in my head, and when the steel clamps were on my nipples, I almost passed out.

"Okay, that would be enough for now. There's still the whole night ahead, and you did come for sex after all."

When he released me briefly, I nearly fell to my knees. Resistance was futile, just following the gentleman to some pads. Soon, I was firmly secured in a prone position. It wasn't easy to move. The lighting in the torture room became even dimmer, and at that moment, I felt the lubricant dripping down my arse and pussy.

"Not there! Please!" but my outrage was interrupted by a hard slap of the leather whip on my buns.

"I told you to be quiet."

Now I was sobbing my heart out. He didn't know that this hole was still a virgin, but he'd probably guessed. Still, he didn't care much about that. Lucas first inserted a small vibrator into my pussy and played with it for a long time. He switched it on, switched it off and on again. I don't know how long it went on. But by the end of these pranks, I was shaking with incredible pleasure and was just a step away from orgasm despite everything that had happened to me.

After this already very pleasurable exercise, he inserted his stiff cock between my buns and started to fuck me hard. It may have hurt, but the burning sensation I felt in my anus was suddenly indescribably pleasurable. After the abuse of my joints and my messed up body, I concentrated entirely on anal sex. And when the vibrator switched back on in my vagina, it was impossible to contain my moans. I was cumming so violently that it echoed in every corner of my body. And when I felt the cum filling my anus, I stretched out exhaustedly on the device to which I was attached.

"I can see that you liked it." Lucas quickly released me, swapped the restraints for some handcuffs and strapped me to the bed. "I'll let you rest for an hour, and then we'll get to know the other pleasures."

I didn't let on, but I was eager for more, which was only a fraction of what awaited me that night. And even less of what I'd find out over the next week.