Let's christen this group with something worth reading...
Your hottest BDSM experience.
Here's mine. It's a few years old, but still fresh in my mind:
"This is Joe."
"Good, you?re on time. Listen carefully. In a second, I?ll let you in and you will come to the door of Apartment 12. Stand there and do not knock."
Oh boy. I had heard about Petra Saint online, and the writer absolutely raved over the experience, detailing one of the most mind-rending experiences I had ever read in that newsgroup. I bought a copy of The Spectator to find her, and I did. Her ad, titled MindFuck, was very classy and reserved.
Unlike the whores who play at BDSM to spice up their sessions, this one was for real, and I was scared. I heart began to race when the buzzer opened the door and I ran up the stairs to her apartment. I found it easily and stood at her door, like an eager teenager on a first date. My heart was thumping. I tried to relax and began to breathe. I am not heavy into the BDSM scene. I?m basically a collector of interesting experiences and had seen a couple of dominatrices before. Nothing heavy. It was fun, kinky, different... but always well within my limits. I had just needed a little release from the emotional tension of the rest of my life, which is a pressure cooker. I knew I was a dilettante, and my lifestyle of flittering from one sexual diversion to another worked for me. My life was balanced in an odd way.
The minute she spoke to me on the phone, she felt different. Dangerous. What got me was her laugh. She had the most sensuous and lilting laugh. When I called her to set up the session, we discussed the normal things, like limits and personal history, and then we chatted about the difference between this and our straight lifes. We were talking like old friends, and then she laughed, and I heard wisdom and beauty and freedom in her laugh... and I knew at that moment that I would be hers.
I didn?t know how much time had passed while standing at her door. Several minutes? Then the door opened and I couldn?t see her. I felt drawn into her space. As I entered and she closed the door, I saw her for the first time. She literally took my breath away. She was blonde, exquisite face, athletic body and incredible, incredible, incredible. She was perfect in everyway I could imagine. She was dressed in latex and leather, long leather gloves and boots, and the V of shiny latex cut into her crotch. I could see a wisp of blonde pubic hair. She was a vision and I kid you not.
"Joe, listen carefully. I will teach you three positions. This is the first position. Legs apart, standing, arms behind you, head up and eyes down. Do you know why I want you in this position?"
I assumed the position. "Because it pleases you?"
"That?s flippant. Here?s a hint for pleasing me? I admire slaves with intelligence. So think and tell me, why is this position meaningful?"
"Because it gives you complete access to this body."
I was kissing up. I used the term ?this body?, instead of ?my body? to signify that I belonged to her in a way. And the position did give her complete access to my body. With my head up and eyes down, she could enjoy my face and I knew I needed permission to look into her eyes. With my legs apart, she could... Groan. Painpleasure coursed through my midsection. She had softly but firmly kneed me in the groin. Definitely more pain than pleasure.
"Yes, I have complete access to this body, my plaything." She grabbed me by my hair. "You will see that this is not about fun. Your pleasure is not my concern. I do this simply because it pleases me. Your body will belong to me during this session. This is for real. This is not like you?ve done it before. You will NOT enjoy this. Do you understand? Do you agree? Do you accept my terms?" She started dragging me slowly toward her lovely perfumed breasts. I was genuinely afraid and my heart was racing. But I couldn?t say no. "Yes. Yes, I accept."
"Then on your knees. This is the second position." She somehow materialized a long dildo gag out of nowhere, and forced it into my mouth, which was so long it went down into my throat. She fastened it. It was not comfortable. Then she lectured me on use of safe words, which was kind of odd since I couldn?t speak. I guess that was the intent.
"And just because you use a safeword, it doesn?t mean I have to relent. It is simply information for me to use. I alone decide when your punishment, or your pleasure, will end."
"Down on all fours. Legs apart. This is the third position." There was a leash attached to the gag, with a small ring on the end of it. She attached it to the heel of her left boot. "Follow me, my little puppy."
I did the best I could, running behind her on all fours. She scowled... "Don?t make me have to drag you!" And I did the best I could, to anticipate her steps. She led me into her dungeon. This was the nicest dungeon I had ever seen. Excellent finish carpentry at every nuance. Imaginative restraints and devices everywhere. She made me get up and stand and fastened my arms into cuffs hanging from the ceiling. I was still fully clothed, and she opened my shirt and enjoyed my skin. Then she grabbed and twisted my nipples, gently at first and then gradually harder, testing my limits. I didn?t need my safe word when she found my limit and released. I was breathing very hard and beginning to sweat.
She brought out a leather beating stick with a very heavy, leather covered metal spoon on the end. She began to tap against my groin. The sensation was delicious. "I can give you pleasure or pain. It?s my choice." I was completely trapped and knew what was coming, and she savored this anxiety. She drank in my fear. She then hammered one sharp blow to my balls, transforming my emotional tension into a very real physical pain that washed through me. I doubled over, gasping, near my limit again.
Breathe, I commanded myself. The pain subsided. "I think it?s time you worshipped me." She unfastened me, replaced the dildo gag with a collar, and then dragged me over to her throne. She shackled me to the foot of her throne, hobbled over. She then put a spreader bar between my knees. I was completely restrained and my adrenaline was on overdrive. She walked away. I heard a rubber glove snap. She came back and I felt a small tip of something prod against my tight anus. She slapped my ass, "Relax! You have such a tight little asshole. I can?t wait to explore its limit." I relaxed as best I could and I felt her inserting the nozzle of a large syringe. I felt a cool gel enter my bowels. Too cool. I began to hyperventilate in fear again, not knowing if this was something chemical like IcyHot or just lubricant. She withdrew it and... thank god... it was only lubricant.
She slowly inserted a small buttplug, one I could handle, and then began to fuck me with it, as she grabbed me by my hair. Then she strapped it in with a latex strip, and began to tie up my cock and balls. When she was done, my genitals had disappeared, except for the head of my penis, which was now engorged, and straining with pressure. By now, she had put me into a trance, and I was swept away. In fact, I noticed that trancelike music was playing gently.
She came in front of me, and sat down on her throne. Me kneeling before my queen, humliated with a foreign object in my backside. Naked. She opened her legs and I saw the tight latex contoured against her mound. I could see her quim clearly. Just the sight of it filled my heart with a very real ache of longing. Just to touch it would have been too much to pray for. She made me kiss her boots. She was a terrible, cruel, loving, impossibly beautiful goddess. She yanked on my leash and centered me in front of her. She said, "Gaze upon my center. Worship it. And know that you will never be able to know this part of me as a normal man."
I know she was trying to humiliate me, but I already felt honored that she let me look at it directly. I was deepening in the trance and overwhelmed by devotion. She began to slowly whip my back as I gazed on HER majestic, perfect, flawless pussy, for a very long time. I was hungry to look at her. She finally relented, and pointed to a point on her thigh, "You may worship and kiss me here." I was overwhelmed with gratitude as I lavished gentle, hot, sweet kisses and nips on her cool, smooth, ivory skin. I didn?t even notice she had increased the power of her whipping. One last sharp snap of the switch, and then, "That?s enough for now."
Then she brought me over to a low custom-built reclining stock, with a special head cradle. She directed me to lie down on it, and proceeded to bind me tightly with latex strips and shackled with heavy belts. By the time she was done, I was completely immobilized from the waist up. My head was completely and tightly bound with latex, save my eyes and nose. I couldn?t talk, but I could still see and breathe. My legs were free however, and gently resting against the wall, in a loose comfortable position. I felt it was odd she had forgotten to restrain my legs to the shackles there. As she stood over my head, she began to whip the insides of my thighs with a cat-o-nine tails. It was gentle at first and began to increase in sensation. She instructed me to rest my feet against the wall but not to push or move my legs. The whipping increased. The pain. Her ass was in perfect view. The trance. The pain. Her ass. The pain. Her ass. The PAIN! She had suddenly and without warning, whipped my crotch and I doubled over sideways, lifting my feet off the wall. Pain flowed though me. "I told you NOT to move your legs!"
To punish me, she then pinched off my nose, and I was in terror. She let me breath again soon enough to avoid my limit or need to use my safeword, and began to whip again. This time when she whipped my groin, I withstood the wave of pain, I took it for her, and kept my feet planted. Loosely. "Better... you are pleasing me." You see, she wanted me to provide my own bondage. She did approve, apparently, because she then let her fingers play over the head of my penis. I had no idea what she was doing, but I was in heaven. Then she got up on the stock, grabbed a bar above her, and lowered her bottom over my face. Her soft buttocks carressed my face, and then her crotch was over my nose. "Inhale." I inhaled deeply. "Hold it." I held my breath. She moved off. "Exhale." I exhaled. Over and over, I inhaled the perfume of her sweet, moist nectar. It was like being in another world, where people see through scents and make love by breathing together.
Okay, that?s all I can talk about. The rest I have sworn to secrecy. I cannot reveal what happened after this point, but it was terrifying, fulfilling, explosive, overwhelming. Everything I?ve explained up to now was maybe a 7 or 8 in terms of intensity. During the remainder of the session, she turned it up to about 12. The session ended with a complete and overwhelming mindfuck. In retrospect, she was able to almost psychicly detect my limits, pressing them up to the limit point, and then stayed there for as long as she wanted. She played my adrenaline system like a concert violinist. The adrenaline was coursing through my system like I was a sexual racehorse, in the sprint of my life.
After I left this introductory session, honestly, I was unable to speak for two hours. I?ve played and replayed the scene in my mind, over and over, for a week now, and each replaying gives her more power over me. It was the most real psycho-theater I had ever experienced, and I am genuinely terrified, in love, in need, addicted to her. I am afraid to call her back, but can?t imagine that I?d never see her again. I know I?ll call her soon. I?ve seen other professional dominas before, but this was literally in another plane, and she hadn?t even worked up a sweat.
Okay, does this give you any idea why SM is fun? SM is like putting Tabasco sauce on sex. It hurts the tongue so good. And your tongue gets used to it, and you need hotter and hotter sauce to amp up and keep the high fresh. It is a cocktail of lust and adrenaline. It is combining a mindfuck with a sexual release, and if you have a penchant for it, it is as addictive and life-destroying as cocaine.