At our accommodation, I had questions & assumptions running through my head, I couldn’t keep up. I focused on his accented, calm & controlled voice, inviting me into what looked like a dungeon. Breathing in & out, slowly calming my shaking body.

I saw the items of pleasure & pain which were strategically laid out. I could only identify the whips, cuffs & a massive black dildo.

“How are you going? Are you OK?” I blurted out the first thing I thought & felt, “Yes, I’m fine.” “Take off your top & skirt.” I obliged. I could hear his breathing & a slight groan. He inspected me, starting at my shoulders, my breasts, my back to my butt, to my extremely wet pussy. Wrapping & clasping thick leather cuffs around my wrists, he inspected me again.

He took more pics & then removed the clasps, “Get on all fours on the bed.” I could hear my own breathing, it sounded calm. Then, a jolt, just enough force to bring me back to life again. I Yelped, another, again & again, so many more. “How many?” No answer. “How many?” Another caning. No, I forgot to count. “Let’s try again.” It was like counting cars at busy intersection. I couldn’t count if I tried. I gave a number. “Incorrect!”

Understanding my inability to count, he gave me a little grace, taking more pics of my caned & welted bottom. Caressing my welts, he groaned, breathing heavily. “Do you have anything to say?” Meekly, “Thank you, Sir.” “I can’t hear you.” Slightly louder, it felt like I was yelling, “Thank you, Sir.”

He caressed my wet pussy, smearing my wetness over me. My heart was beating harder than the caning. Every sensation was electrifying. I was extremely excited. Pushing my shoulders with his warm hand on my back to the bed, I felt safe, secure & very comfortable. He fingered my *knt*, stretching me a little. Obviously I was a BDSM virgin. Now there was nothing I could do to hide my previous vanilla, ladylike lifestyle. I was now in his hands. He *fucqd* me, not for long, just enough for me to want more.

“On your back.” He said, as he placed his hard throbbing cock in my mouth. A perfect fit, sweet & salty, very tasty indeed. I sucked with passion & exuberance. “I’d love to see another cock in your *knt* right now. Would you like that?” With my mouth occupied “Uh Huh.” He started fingering my even wetter *knt*. Smacking me was just as sexual as anything he could do to my butt or *knt*.

I could’ve stayed there all night. “My dear, you’ve had enough for now.” I was surprised, though agreed. He asked me, how I felt. “That was awesome. Thank you, Sir.”

Vulnerable, excited, erotic & very naughty, in 3 hours it was all very new to me. Had anyone asked me prior, would I have considered it, I’d have scoffed. Nobody could’ve convinced me to do what we did. For the first time in my life, I felt like a slut. I enjoyed it. I wanted more. The question for me was, did I excite him anywhere as much as he excited me.

Thank you, Sir
your slutty little slave x