My ex girlfriend, the dominatrix
My ex-girlfriend was also my first BDSM relationship. We discovered a lot together and it was an exciting time. She was exclusively submissive and masochistic at the time and always emphasized that. I was her sadistic partner and that was good. However, I already knew about my masochistic tendencies at that time and had also told her about it. Of course, she could not fulfill them. Consequently, my dreams remained purely mental for a long time.
One day she gave in to my everlasting wishes. I undressed in front of me, she put cuffs on me and tied me up. I could not hold back my erection at any second. When she began to beat and whip me, an ancient dream came true. The intensity of her blows was low and she was very careful in all her actions. I also sensed that she was not enjoying her role in it. This made it impossible for me to drift off and dream. How much I would have liked her to just lash out, make me suffer, inflict the pain I so eagerly awaited. Nothing came of it, but my fire was finally lit. Until the next time I was allowed to feel the sweet pain of the whip, many years passed. We had separated in the meantime.
Recently, since our separation far more than 10 years have passed, she wrote to me again. We got into a longer conversation and she told me about her new partnership. She exchanged with me her desire to become a dominatrix - because yes, she has discovered her sadistic side over the years, but can not live it out on her partner. She loves to see her victims suffer, she loves to actively use the whips, she loves to actively play at parties. I also told her about my development, about loving my masochistic side by now. I told her about my dream of being led around a party naked on a collar. To be chained to a pillory in front of an audience and then be punished severely. She lived my dream with me.
How I would love to give her my body and soul and suffer for her. Unfortunately, nothing will come of it again. At least it is a nice thought to have been her first slave.
One day she gave in to my everlasting wishes. I undressed in front of me, she put cuffs on me and tied me up. I could not hold back my erection at any second. When she began to beat and whip me, an ancient dream came true. The intensity of her blows was low and she was very careful in all her actions. I also sensed that she was not enjoying her role in it. This made it impossible for me to drift off and dream. How much I would have liked her to just lash out, make me suffer, inflict the pain I so eagerly awaited. Nothing came of it, but my fire was finally lit. Until the next time I was allowed to feel the sweet pain of the whip, many years passed. We had separated in the meantime.
Recently, since our separation far more than 10 years have passed, she wrote to me again. We got into a longer conversation and she told me about her new partnership. She exchanged with me her desire to become a dominatrix - because yes, she has discovered her sadistic side over the years, but can not live it out on her partner. She loves to see her victims suffer, she loves to actively use the whips, she loves to actively play at parties. I also told her about my development, about loving my masochistic side by now. I told her about my dream of being led around a party naked on a collar. To be chained to a pillory in front of an audience and then be punished severely. She lived my dream with me.
How I would love to give her my body and soul and suffer for her. Unfortunately, nothing will come of it again. At least it is a nice thought to have been her first slave.
1 year ago
