The assignment from TPTB at Book Boyfriends Cafe this Friday is to give you, faithful readers, a scene in which our heroine has become hot and bothered by the hero's seductive blandishments.
The following describes one of my first submissive sexual experiences:
We
explored the dungeon and the equipment. The play space was clean and nicely
decorated, with the usual emphasis on chains and black leather. There were
Saint Andrew’s crosses, racks and slings, all of which intrigued me. The
old-fashioned dentist’s chair startled me. I’ve been with a dentist, and little
about him had been sexy.
Upstairs
was a huge, romantically draped bed with sturdy-looking bedposts. A few feet
away was a contraption that looked as though it had been designed with bondage
and discipline in mind. It had a horizontal ring to hold the face and head
attached to a surface, perhaps three feet long, for one’s torso to rest upon.
Arm and leg supports, and every inch of it was padded. Every part of it had
rings for the attachment of ropes or chains.
I looked
at him and then this…bondage device…and then back at him. He smiled.
I said, “I
want you to know that when we do this, I’m going to develop some deep feelings
for you. I’m falling for you.” I know myself fairly well, and am aware that for
me, sex and intimacy are intertwined. I wish I didn’t feel that way, but I tend
to become emotionally involved with the men I’m fucking. The weekend had
already been very intimate, and deeper intimacy was coming. I asked Trapper,
“Can you deal with that?”
I needed
to know that I would be taken care of. Not just my body but my mind and heart
as well.
He told
me, “Yes, there will be a role for you.”
A niggle
of doubt itched me briefly, but at the time, that was enough for me to hear. I
was eager to advance into this new experience, one I had craved for so long.
He directed
me to remove some of my outerwear before hooding and gagging me. Then he guided
me to the whatever-it-was and eased me onto it face down. He secured wrist and
ankle restraints around me, then tied them to it. Lifting my skirt, he cut off my
black lace panties.
I told
myself never to wear panties around Trapper again. What for?
So I was
bound to immobility and completely available. I was gagged, which meant that I
could maybe grunt out my “safe word” if necessary. Or not.
Again, I
don’t recall exactly what happened.
I remember
being spanked, flogged and thoroughly fucked. I remember being smacked
repeatedly with something—I didn’t know what, but I suspected it was made of
leather—that hurt like a motherfucker. I recall begging him, “Please, sir,
please sir, please sir…” through the gag.
I remember
coming a lot.
I remember
Trapper bending over me, covering me with his body and heat, hissing into my
ear, “Whose are you?”
To which I
promptly responded, “I’m yours.”
And I
meant it.
The excerpt is from Perilous Play: The Real Fifty Shades. Very little in this fictionalized memoir is untrue. The above scene definitely happened.
Here's what the book is about:
One woman’s journey into the contemporary
kink underworld, Perilous Play is Suz
deMello’s explosive personal account of her experiences with BDSM. Engaging and
honest, this groundbreaking memoir will grab you and never let you go.
Links:
http://tinyurl.com/MemoirDeMello(Amazon)
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