First Experience

Several people who know me, have asked me to write about my first experience with bondage. Well, I am no author, but here it is best as I can relate it. All I can say, is that it was a wonderful experience and that I would wish everyone who reads about it, enjoys it as much as I did!

It was late winter/early spring of 1994. I worked in a department that dealt with the automotive industry and there was a need for summer interns to supplement our staff. It was my assignment to travel to a large city in Texas, and recruit college level engineering students to come to Detroit and work for my company during the coming summer.

I was married, but frustrated sexually in terms of fulfilling my fantasies. I had long yearned to be taken, stripped and bound with rope, then used roughly by a strong woman. Needless to say, in comparison to my fantasies, my actual sex life at home was rather boring. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't seem to find a way to put a spark in it. Actually, I am not sure the spark was ever there. I had married very young and had not had the range of sexual experiences I should have. Our love making routine was straight, missionary, on top, pump, cum, done and rollover and sleep. That was the best I could get at home. I tried introducing new things, toys and ideas, but no dice. The wife wouldn't have it. I could go on here and bore you with further description of my conservative Catholic school girl wife, who wouldn't say the word "fuck" under any circumstances, but I think you get the picture. I wanted to be in an adventure film. She was living a Walt Disney script.

I was a typical junior executive always under pressure to perform and constantly having to be in control of situations: in the driver's seat so to speak. Being a bit of a really shy kind of person deep on the inside, I guess I really was looking for a situation where someone else would be calling the shots. I had read a lot about BDSM and it seemed a bit exciting to me. I think my expectations were somewhere along the line "tie and tease."

As part of my fantasy thinking, I had long been a very active participant online Internet classifieds - "looking for Love in all the wrong places" type categories, but I had never actually contacted anyone. Just reading and dreaming had been enough for me at that point. Besides, I was kind of shy and had heard a lot of stories about bad experiences people were having in meeting people they met through Internet contact, so I kept reading and dreaming.

As I prepared for the trip, just for the hell of it, I scanned the classifieds for the Texas city I was schedule to visit. Screwing up my courage, I responded to several but was disappointed either by not getting any response or getting a response that linked me to a "pay for sex" site. I saw one ad listing for a "sensual Domme" and didn't really expect to hear back. Well much to my surprise I received a response from this "sensual Domme." She was willing to teach a new submissive she wrote to me in an e-mail. I had mentioned my forthcoming trip in the classified, and she suggested I get in touch with her to arrange for a meeting.

Gosh, I was excited and scared at the same time. I really didn't know what to do. I found it a bit unbelievable that she would meet with me. There were a couple of weeks before I left on the trip so I brushed it off and assumed it would probably not happen. I did however; file away the phone number that the domme had provided.

The days and weeks passed and the idea kept creeping into my mind. As much as I hoped it would happen, I really was convinced that a meeting would never take place. But it was fun to fantasize about. Would she be pretty? Would she make me get naked and then tie me to the bed and torture me for hours? God, these were my most exciting fantasies. Could it possibly really happen?

I arrived in town and went about organizing a meeting - actually a free pizza and beer bash - for the students. At these events, I would take names and contact information and then schedule and conduct interviews. The first couple of days were very busy with my recruiting efforts but the idea of meeting a domme was heavy on my mind.

The second night I was in town, alone in my hotel room, I decided "What the heck?," and dialed her number. I have to admit I was nervous. - sweaty palms and everything. If it really made noise, you could probably hear my knees knocking! I had no idea what to say: "Hi I'm the guy you exchanged emails with will you come over and tie me up? No, I didn't think that would be a proper opening line. So I just winged - didn't have a clue as to what I was going to say.

She answered the phone on the third ring. Swallowing hard, and with a catch in my voice like a teenager, I introduced myself and said that we had been exchanging email. Lo and behold, she remembered me!!! Well no doubt she could tell I was one nervous wreck. She immediately took control (are you surprised? I was!!) of the conversation. She began asking me a few questions to determine my experience (none) and expectations (Have you ever had your nipples pinched and clipped? Ever forced to masturbate in front of someone else? Ever had a butt plug shoved up your ass?) On and on the questions went as if she had done this many times before.

I was nervous but that didn't stop me from getting sexually aroused! You can bet I was sexually aroused. I had a real stiff hard-on and when I looked down I realized that pre-cum was dripping front the head of my cock. Wow, what is happening here? I thought. At the same time I was wondering if I should really meet with this lady. She might tie me up, beat the crap out of me, hurt me bad and go off with my wallet and credit cards. My mind was racing a thousand miles per hour. Should I or shouldn't I. I was a wreck trying to make up my mind. I wanted to do this so bad, yet, being so shy and timid, I just didn't know if I could really do it.

Finally, she said to me:

"Well, son, you seem like a nice boy. I'd like to meet with you and give you a taste of what this BDSM stuff is all about"

I was scared shitless. We discussed the arrangements. She had done something like this before and knew that it was best to meet in a public place initially. She suggested that we meet in the bar at my hotel to have a drink or two. Then if she was convinced that I was who I said I was and not a lunatic - and I was comfortable that she was not an ax murderer or thief, then we would retire to my hotel room and, well, the evening's activities would take place. I was really worried - I almost said no - but my stiff dick was a very strong convincer. I wanted to do this, I thought, the hell with misgivings. So, I agreed to meet her the very next evening at 6pm in the hotel bar.

I couldn't sleep that night and the next day was a total wipe out. I could not keep my mind on work. I just went through the motions, watching the clock and waiting for the meeting time to come. Finally, at about 4:00 pm I left the campus office I was using and headed for my hotel.

I took a nice long shower, dressed carefully - making sure my underwear was clean! - shaved and put on some cologne and headed down to the lobby bar. My knees were weak and I was really wondering if I had been totally crazy to let this go this far. I was thinking about how would I ever explain the black and blue marks, bruises, or even worse, cuts all over my body to my wife?

I took a seat at the small bar right off the main lobby entrance. Six p.m. came and went; then it was 6:15; then 6:20, no sign of her. God, I thought, this isn't happening. My cock was hard as a rock in anticipation and she was standing me up!

I had no description of her - no clue such as she'd be wearing a scarf or a hat or anything. So every time a female entered the bar, she got a big smile and nod from me. I am sure each one thought I was crazy or some sort of sex fiend.

What the hell, I thought. Six-thirty. Usual fucking deal: make a date and no-show. Finally at 6:35, on impulse I called my room to check for messages. There was one. She had called wondering where the hell I was and she didn't sound happy. She was sitting in the Main Bar! I had been sitting in the small bar just off the lobby, totally unaware that there were two bars in the hotel! Jesus. Isn't that just my luck? I thought, Missing out on my big night cause I was too shy to ask about the hotel bars!

The adrenaline was pumping as I walked to the main bar. As I walked in she got up from the bar and we sat down at a very private, out-of-the-way booth.

She was a nice looking, slightly plump - but not fat - woman with brown hair and eyes. She had a medium size duffle bag with her and was dressed rather conservatively in slacks and a white blouse and man-tailored jacket. Her hair was cut about shoulder length, she had a very nice, round face and was very pleasant. Although I was immediately comfortable with her, and glad she didn't look like Vampira, I didn't quite know what to say to her.

We chatted for a while - she led the conversation of course, I offered plenty of pregnant pauses - and we had a couple of drinks after which I kind of settled down emotionally. After about a half hour of chit chat - I don't have any recollection of what the hell we said to each other - she said "Let's go to your room. I need to go online for about an hour to talk with some folks on a BBS that I moderate. Do you have a PC I can use?" Of course I had my laptop with an Internet hookup for work and without hesitating, off we went. In the elevator, with her at my side carrying the bag, I was really really nervous. What the hell kind of tools are in that thing, I thought to myself. And is she going to hurt me really?

We arrive at the door to my room. It was all I could do to get the key in the lock and open the door. We stepped inside the room and closed the door. She says to me right away "Go to the bathroom, get undressed and crawl back out here to my feet on your hands and knees." I obeyed her immediately - if you had heard her tone of voice you would have done whatever she said to do too! Off I went to the bathroom and proceeded to strip down. After only a couple of minutes, I got down on my hands and knees opened the door and crawled back out to her. I could vaguely hear her stirring about while I was in the bathroom but had no idea what she was doing. When I returned to the main room, she was in a nice sexy black bra and panties. She looked pretty good. My cock was rising real fast.

She asked me if I recalled that she is a "sensual" Domme?

I said, "Yes I do."

"One of the things that means," she told me, "is that for the most part, I dominate with common household items. Stand up!"

I stood and find that on the bed, she had spread out all sorts of implements. Everything there you would probably find in any household department at Wal-mart. Utensils from the kitchen, spatula, large wooden spoons, scrapers, and some nasty looking skewers. I gulped as I looked at the array. I also noted that there were dozens of clothespins, some string, lengths of rope, leather belts of different styles and fashions: leather-braided, cloth and so forth. Jesus I thought, I am really in for it! My cock was standing straight up and I wondered if she was looking at it.

There were a couple of small flogger type devices but nothing big and scary like a bullwhip. There was a shoe brush, a scrub brush and some scarves and handkerchiefs.

Mistress - as I was instructed to call her - picked up each item and "waved" it in front of me. She wanted me to visually examine each and every item. When each had been presented/examined, she asked me

"Do you see anything I may NOT use on you tonight?" I thought about it, and started to ask: Used how? But, quickly thought better of it and quietly and meekly said: "No Mistress."

"All right then let's get started. Where is that PC? Get me logged on to the Internet. I am going to be on a least a couple of hours so I'll have to tie you up for safe keeping."

God, I thought, tied up for a couple of hours?

I got the PC going and helped her logged into the BBS she said she "moderated." Then she grabbed me by my cock and led me over to stand naked with my back to the straight-backed armchair that went with the desk in the room.

First she got the roll of twine and tied a slipknot in it and wrapped that slipknot around my ball sac. Not real tight, but tight enough so I was aware of it- really aware of it. She worked fast and effectively. She obvious was well practiced in this stuff.

She wound the string several times around the sac until the balls were squeezed down to the bottom of the sac. Again not super tight but snug enough to cause a tight feeling and for the skin to be red and shiny. Next she wound the twine up around my cock, which was pretty damn stiff. Precum was dripping at the end of my cock. Once again, she didn't tie it tight enough to cut off any circulation, but tight enough for me to be well aware that I had something wrapped around it.

Then she forced me to sit down on the chair with my arms lying on the arms of the chair. She used rope to tie my elbows and wrists to each arm of the chair. Then she tied my knees and ankles to the chair legs. I was fairly well immobilized. If I tried to get up, I was sure I would just fall over on the floor with the chair attached to me. Again nothing was tied so tight that my circulation was cut off.

She turned the chair around to face the table I had the PC setup on for her. I thought ok this isn't bad; I can handle this for a while. At least there wasn't any pain. But I thought too quickly. She wasn't done.

She stepped over to the bed and picked up two clothespins that were connected together by a small plastic chain. She walked over to me and grabbed each of my nipples with her thumb and forefinger, pinching very hard. I yelped a bit and she said for me to quiet down. The clothespins appeared to be really new, that meant the springs would be taut. A clothespin was clamped onto each of my nipples. She tugged a bit on the plastic chain that connected them to make sure they were on tight enough. Not only did the pins hurt like hell, but also when she pulled on the chain, it was like they were being ripped out of my chest. Jesus, I thought, am I going to be able to take this?

Next she attached something that looked like magnets to the chain to weight it down. Oh did that change the intensity of the clothespins! There was a steady tugging of the clothespins that mixed the pain with a kind of burning sensation. God it hurt.

"Now," she said, "I am ready to talk with my BDSM BBS friends." She smiled as she sat down at the laptop. "I can tell them how you are doing as we discuss some problems we have had on our bulletin board with lurkers." I had no idea what she was talking about but there wasn't much I could do about anything she did or said at this point. My mind was pretty well focused on my painful, burning nipples and my cock was hard as a rock.

The next 45 minutes were unbelievable. She typed merrily away at the keyboard and occasionally would share with me what the topic was. She would laugh out loud and shake her head every once in a while too. I had the feeling that she was getting suggestions as to what to do to me by her friends!

I was in no condition to even care what she was doing as my nipples were beginning to hurt a LOT and my cock was swelling and dripping from the stimulation and mind games. The pressure of the string around my cock was ever-present.

She would occasionally look over at me and reach out to tug on the nipple clamps or squeeze my bound cock and balls. Never hard enough to cause severe pain but I knew she was in control. She was very much toying with me as one would toy with a pet. She would occasionally look at me as if assessing something and then turn back and type. I suspect she was telling everyone at her BBS site what my reactions were and how I was doing based on questions they were asking her. I was clearly the topic of their conversation for the evening!!! God, that was pretty humiliating.

After about an hour, she finally signed off and stood up and came over to me. She removed the weights on the tit clamps and jerked the clothespins off. Holy shit that hurt! I mean it really hurt! I almost fainted. Then she forced me to rub my own nipples. That made the pain intensify! If you've ever had tit clamps on for any length of time, you know what I mean. Eventually, the clamps kind of become part of you and the pain sort of evens out. But when you take them off and as the blood began to rush back into my nipples it is excruciating!

My cock was swelling also and of course that was snug too. I could feel plenty of dampness on my stomach near the top of my dick.

With my nipples settled down a bit and my cock still dripping I was untied from the chair and led over to the wall outside of the bathroom and maneuvered into a spread eagle fashion against the wall. My wrists bound behind my back. Mistress then applied a blindfold. That was scary. I felt really vulnerable now, my ass exposed to her, my arms bound behind my back and not being able to see.

After a long period of silence there was a sudden WHACK across my ass with something really hard! OUCH I yelled. I couldn't see so I was not sure what it was but guessed it to be on of the leather belts. For the next hour or so, there would be long and then short periods of silence and then there would be a WHACK across my ass with something new or some kind of brush. There didn't seem to be any rhythm or pattern to it. Once in a while, she would take whatever she was using on my ass and run it across my ball sac and then she would strike my balls with it. Needless to say, I was not only in pain, but was also incredibly aroused by this session. My cock was really straining at the bondage and I could feel cum dripping down my shaft. In between whacking, she would alternate using her hands and a feather across my ass or over my balls and cock providing me with sensual pleasure in sharp contrast to the severe pain from the strong blows she had been directing there.

Then she stopped. After a long period of silence followed by a noise I didn't immediately recognize, I felt probing at my rectum. Very quickly I realized a finger - covered apparently with a plastic glove - had been slid up into my anus. Oh God, what a feeling that was as I was probed and the finger slid in and out in a fucking motion. Soon I noticed a tighter feeling and realized the one finger had become two. I moaned, "green, green, green." Before we started this play session, an agreement as to "safe" words had been reached. It included the use of the word green to mean, this is great and I want more, please don't stop. From that moment, I was hooked on anal penetration!!! Eventually, three fingers were shoved in my butt and thrust in and out.

Things stopped abruptly and I stayed in that spread eagle against the wall for what seemed like an eternity waiting and wondering what was to happen next. I was breathing hard and wonderfully aroused. My ass was on fire from the pain and my asshole was tingling from the penetration of Mistress' fingers. God, I thought, I could do this all night! It was probably only a couple of minutes in real time but seemed like an hour or so to me.

Then Mistress asked, "Do you have a fresh razor blade that has not been used."

My reply was a shaky "No." I had no fresh blades with me. I wondered what it was for? Was she going to cut me? Jesus, I didn't like the thought of that. Before we started, we had discussed and ruled out "lasting marks" which in my mind included a restriction against shaving of my body hair.

After a quick slap on the ass for having no fresh razor blades she said "Well guess you'll just have to take if the way it is and suffer the consequences."

I soon found out what she was talking about.

I was taken over to the bed and laid down on my back. The bindings around my cock and balls were slowly removed, unwinding the twine that had been used to administer the bondage.

"My, you are quite damp down here!" was all she said.

Then I was rolled over on my stomach, and told to keep my hands behind my back. No bindings were used to keep them there. She left the blindfold on me. I could feel the bed moving and it was obvious that she was joining me on the bed. I felt her legs, one on each side of me.

"Slide forward and keep your head up slave!" She ordered in a tone that meant she was to be obeyed or else.

I did as best as I could with only my feet and knees to help me. Basically I crawled forward with only my knees to propel me. I soon discovered that I was being positioned in between her legs under her pussy. Since she was wearing panties before I was blindfolded, I had not seen my Mistress' pussy.

Umm I thought I like to perform orally, I'm gonna like this! When I got close enough, she grabbed the hair on the back of my head and forced my face down into her sweet pussy. Then I realized the consequences I was going to have to suffer. She normally kept her pussy shaved clean but, had not shaved in several days. The stubble was very prickly, and it was very uncomfortable on my face.

I was ordered to begin licking and sucking and I went really wild as I very much enjoy performing oral on my lady. I licked and sucked and pulled her clit into my mouth until she tensed up and I know she had and orgasm. I could taste and feel the sex juices flowing from her. I must admit that the stubble of her pussy was hard to bear and it was prickly but the end result was bliss for her and for me.

She moved away off the bed and toward the bathroom. I heard her say, "Take off the blindfold and roll over." I did as I was told.

She went into the bathroom and I heard her washing up and she put her clothes back on.

She came out looking cool and refreshed and began to pack her duffle or as she referred to it her "bag of tricks."

I was pretty exhausted but still had quite an amazing hard-on from all of the excitement and needless to say had a classical case of the "blue balls" from the extended excitement and lack of release. I couldn't wait for her to leave so I could jerk-off. As I lay there watching her pack, I wondered if I'd ever see this lady again and have a chance to repeat the experience? God, I hoped so!

When she was all packed she simply looked me dead in the eye and said

"Jerk-off for me now slave."

Well, I had never masturbated in front of anyone before and was a taken aback by this unexpected demand. Still, in total obedience, right away I grabbed my cock around the shaft and began pumping it up and down. I was so damn excited from the stimuli that I had received over the past couple of hours that I reached orgasm after only a few strokes on my cock. I spurted several large globs of cum on my stomach. I squeezed the last bit of sperm from my now softer cock. Breathing hard, I looked down at the white puddle on my stomach as I softly stroked my dick. God, I thought, that was so fucking amazing.

She walked to the bedside, reached out with her hand and fingers sort of scooping up the globs of cum. "Open your mouth"

And then she said: "Now suck this sticky mess of my fingers." Jesus, I had never tasted cum before! But without a moments hesitation I did as I was told. She had the confidence and presence so that everything she said was to be obeyed without question. As I licked the white stuff off her fingers, I was pleasantly surprised, it wasn't bad at all. In fact I kind of liked it. It was kind of salty and was still a little warm from being inside me.

She stood in front of me and continued to scoop up the stuff until most all of the cum had been fed to me. She leaned over and kissed me directly on the mouth. Our tongues met for a brief few moments. It was truly heaven for that brief few seconds.

She said, "Now you know something about what BDSM is all about. You have a lot to learn but you were a good slave tonight. You did very well. You hardly screamed at all," she chuckled. "Relax now and enjoy your sleep."

She walked out of the room and was gone.

Since that day I have never seen her again. We exchanged a few emails shortly after that night, and at her urging I began using the handle of sub4u. I have kept that identity in her honor. Someday I dream of meeting her alone in a hotel bar again.

I have experienced additional training from two other mistresses since then. But, although they were satisfactory, neither could compare to the fun and excitement of my first experience with my "sensual" Domme.