-I posted this on another subreddit but the told me this was a better place for it. Added some details. 🙂 –

My recent boyfriend (44M) and I (36F) have been very good friends, for the last seven years. We met through work and became friends quite quickly. When we got to know each other better, I learned he was a professional BDSM-dom, trying to mend things in his very loveless marriage that started out of common kink interest. Over the years I fell in love with him. Not because of his bdsm-activities, nor his looks (which are great). Just because of how he made me feel. Secure, being able te be myself around him and the possibility of being in silence for hours together without feeling the need to fill the void.

I never told him how I felt. He was married and even if he weren’t, I thought sexual compability was very important for him. I had zero experience in the bdsm-culture, although I always have been drawn to it. I cared for him so much, I decided to take a step back so he could focus on mending his marriage. I was sad for almost a year. I did not know how he felt about it.

Last year we met again. We went out for dinner. He told me he never stopped thinking about me and how safe I made him feel. After a month we kissed. We went on a trip where we finally slept together. He playfully slapped my ass and was very surprised when I asked for more. More surprised he was when he saw it made me high like being on the bestest of drugs. We talked it through afterwards, and I decided I wanted him to introduce me in the wonderful world of bdsm.

After some light tasks and excercises we planned our first real session two weeks ago. I was excited, horny, nervous and scared. He planned everything in detail (the drinks on the table, the music on the speakers, the colour on my toenails). I loved the preparing part as much as the session itself. I took a large amount of time to pamper my body and look good for my Master. What surprised me the most of the session was how kind and respectful he was.

When he came in I was sitting on a sheepskin, blindfolded, in the nadu position. He took place on the couch and just kept sitting there, for fifteen minutes. I started to blush. Finally he said he loved just looking at me. I heard him walk around and opening his bag. He came to me, stroked my body gently and put a leather belt around my breasts. Then I had to fold my hands behind my back, where he tied them up with two soft leather bands, connected through a small chain. He offered me his rock hard cock, deep into my mouth. I was proud of my man and his cock. After a while sitting kneeled down my legs got numb and he softly pulled me up so the blood could flow in my legs again. He held me until I could stand alone.

He removed the bands from my hands and put me on all four. With a whip he started caressing my ass. First softly, then harder. While he was slapping me, he used a vibrator against my pussy. Too much sensations all at once, my brain couldn’t cope and I said “orange”. He asked me and I told him how I felt. He put the vibrator away and focussed on slapping me. I held back, and he sensed it. He told me we could stop when I wanted. I did not want to, so he softly whispered it was okay to let go. That was what I needed. I got very emotional. Not sad. Not happy, just emotions running through my body. He was there, kind and gentle. He was there for me, when he was throathfucking me. When he was slapping my ass. When I gagged he pulled away and let me recover and I craved his cock again.

I felt loved. I did not reach an orgasm, but that was not my main goal in the first place. After the session we cuddled and laughed about silly things. We went to an exhibition that evening and just held hands.
I am excited to see how this will evolve and where this will lead us together.
He is my friend. My boyfriend. My Master. My love.

This story was originally published here

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