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The more experience I have in BDSM, the more my interests move towards the psychological side rather than any particular activity. I like feeling of control and the heightened eroticism in the deliberateness of BDSM. Here are two random snippets that I wrote. Maybe I will add other scenarios later...
Id like to see your pussy - he said. At first she didnt know how to react. Looking him in the eye, she could tell that he meant it. Slowly, she reached for the buttons, the zipper, and standing up, pulled her pants off in one fluid movement. She could see that he liked what he saw, but he did not say anything. She folded her pants and found a place for them on a nearby chair, but that meant that she had walk a few steps with her back to him. She had firm, muscular buttocks accentuated by the shape of her panties. It was a good idea to wear her black stockings. She knew he would appreciate them. Taking her panties off would be more awkward. They hadnt even kissed yet -- it raced through her mind. She stood for a minute, hesitating, but he didnt offer any more cues. Eventually, she slipped her fingers under her panties, bent down a little and pulled them off as fast as she could. Now she felt really naked, instinctively crossing her hands to cover herself. Gently, he moved her hands away. You dont shave down there? -- she shook her head, slightly embarrassed. Is this one of his requirements? -- she wondered. Is he going to make her go to a salon to be waxed? Is he going to do it himself? She liked the softness of her hair covering her pubes, but now she felt oddly ashamed of it. He beckoned her to sit down again on the sofa, so she did. Being naked made her want to be closer to him. He touched her thighs, but only to move them slightly apart -- You dont need to be shy in front of me. He stroked her face and gave her a kiss, but held her head when she wanted to embrace more fully. He was still fully clothed and the lights were on. He just wanted to see her. A few minutes later she had to show her breasts as well. Unbuttoning her blouse and unfastening her bra at the back, two large but shapely mounds appeared. He touched them, as if to weigh them, but did not caress her. She had small, pointy nipples. It felt like she was being sized up. She wanted him so badly, but she could hardly admit it to herself. She wanted him to touch her, to feel her shape, to kiss her, to be in his arms, to descend into one long embrace and give herself to him, and release this tension, but she could not. He drew away slightly and looked at her. Now your ass, baby. She had to kneel up now, bend over on all fours, while he looked at her from behind. She could feel him part her cheeks. She let out a small sob -- it was humiliating. Finally, she was sitting up again, and there was a moment of silence between them. Please hurt me -- she said, quietly. He reached for her left nipple, and squeezed it. She closed her eyes. He squeezed harder, and she grimaced a little. Her legs moved further apart. Her face is beautiful -- he thought. Finally, his hand made a small twisting motion, and she let out a short yelp. Good girl, he said, letting her go. xxxxxxxxxx
They agreed to meet with a specific purpose. They would meet at the subway station, walk to his place, and he would administer a sequence of cleansing enemas. Although she knew she was anally erotic, she had never done enemas before. It always seemed like one of those weird fetishes. Why would any girl want to have that done to her? His apartment was in a large, stately building that seemed oddly sleepy this time of the morning, with most of its occupants at work.
Passing through the main hallway he gave a quick nod and smile to the young asian man behind the reception desk. What could he be thinking seeing the two of them together this time of the day? Can he possibly have any idea what is about to happen to her? The thought made her blush. Inside the apartment it was pleasantly uncluttered. A couple of books lying on the coffee table, an unpacked box of gadgets on the floor, nothing especially sexual or suggestive of BDSM, except for a large towel neatly laid out in the middle of the double bed in the other room.
She took off her coat and handed it to him, wondering for a second whether to take off her sweater as well -- its all going to come off soon anyway, it raced through her mind. Would you like to have something to drink?-he asked. Just a glass of water or some juice, thanks. - she responded, thinking I could still get out of this, just explain that it was a terrible mistake, apologize for taking his time, walk out the door and never see this guy again. Then again, she would never forgive herself if she did that. After all, the reason she signed up for that web site was to explore her boundaries, do things that she never thought she would do. How could she be such a chicken as to walk out now?
So, are you ready for your cleanout, baby?- he asked, half way through her juice - You remember what we agreed on, that this will be a cleansing session for you. Since this is your first time, I will be very gentle, but we will keep going until we see that you are clean inside, all right?.
Yes.-she said quietly, and now her heart was racing.
All right baby, take off your clothes below the waist, then, let me see you. - he said, taking the glass from her. At first she hesitated where to put her pants, then found a chair to lay them on.
My shoes too?
No, those can stay on.- he responded, glancing at her black stilettos. She quickly slipped her panties off too, put them on top of her pants and was standing in front of him oddly naked down below while still in her street clothes on top. He touched her arm to move it to the side revealing a narrow patch of hair in the mid-line of her nicely shaven pubis. Gently turning her around, he took a look from behind motioning her to bend over slightly and parting her ass cheeks a little.
You look very beautiful, he said approvingly. Now get inside the bedroom, lie down on your front on the bed, and wait for me while I prepare your first one. She could hear the water flowing as he was preparing the solution in the bathroom. Finally, after some minutes he appeared with a large red enema bag that was visibly full, a latex glove and a tube of lubricant. Carefully hanging up the bag, he sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled up her right leg a little, so that she was lying in a half sideways half prone position.
Now there was no turning back. She could hear him putting on the rubber gloves, opening the tube, and could soon feel the cold sensation of the lubricant being applied to her anal area. She was concentrating on being as relaxed as possible as he first slid one finger inside her, then two, making sure to spread the lube all the way around her anal opening.
You like anal sex, dont you?
Yes - she answered shyly.
You have a very nice bottom. Now tighten your muscles around my fingers. She did as best as she could to comply with his instruction.
Good girl. Now relax. After repeating this exercise a few times, his fingers probed deeper, feeling out her inner geometry. It felt embarrassing and at the same time oddly arousing, especially when he was pushing on the front wall of her rectum directly behind her cervix and vagina. She let out a little moan. Finally, he pulled his fingers out.
Now I am going to insert the nozzle, baby.
She nodded in acquiescence. The nozzle felt bigger than his fingers and colder. Still, after a moment of slight discomfort, it slid easily inside her and was securely lodged in her bottom.
Are you ready? --
Yes, she said quietly.
As soon as he opened the clamp, she could feel the warmth of the water rushing inside her. She tensed a littl
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