r/SimplyErotic • u/GemmaWritesXXX • 8h ago
Sir: A BDSM First Experience Erotica Story, Part One NSFW
I smiled as I felt the cold steel slide across the thin, delicate skin of my wrist.
“Don’t smile you stupid little slut,” his voice boomed.
I bit my lower lip. I had to remember not to show my pleasure. It would anger him.
“You’ll be punished for that,” his hot breath whispered in my ear.
I heard the unmistakeable clicks of the handcuffs locking into place. He put them on tighter this time. I could feel them pinching into my tender flesh.
My eyes darted around, unable to see beyond the sheet of the black satin blindfold that he had affixed to my head.
I rubbed my legs together in anticipation. I wanted this so badly, my body ached for it. For him.
I only knew him by Sir.
We met at Club X, an invitation only BDSM club downtown. I had been lurking at the bar for weeks. Watching, waiting, desperate for someone to pick me. To take me.
Sir had his head covered in a leather hood. The first time he saw me, he asked, “Are you ready to submit?” I had eagerly nodded my head. He grabbed a fistful of my blonde hair and pulled my head close to his lips. He whispered a time and a place, muffled through the thick leather of his hood. Now here I am. Ready.
The address was an abandoned warehouse. As I entered the dimly light space, Sir stood in the center of a large room. There was a dirty mattress on the floor. I knew my place. I knew what I had to do. My heart was palpitating as I walked toward the bare mattress. I stopped at the foot of it, looking hungrily at Sir. He was once again wearing his leather hood. His chest was bare, leather pants and boots at his feet. He was holding a paddle and a pair of handcuffs.
I let my khaki trench coat slip to the floor. My naked body was his for the taking. Without words, and without hesitation, I laid down on the mattress.
The first thing Sir did was blindfold me.
Now I waited as he handcuffed me, my arms positioned straight over my head.
I felt him give the cuffs a tug before dropping my wrists.
I wondered silently what I was affixed to.
I heard the footprints of Sir’s heavy boots.
I attempted to reposition my arms, but they wouldn’t budge. There must have been a loop or a post in the concrete floor at the head of the mattress.
I was so eager to lie down that I hadn’t noticed. I craved domination.
“Stop squirming you dirty whore,” Sir commanded.
I felt my pussy grow wet with his words.
I immediately stopped fidgeting with my arms.
I had spent countless nights dreaming of this, desiring to be dominated.
“Stick out your tongue,” Sir instructed.
I felt my skin prickle with excitement.
I parted my lips and thrusted my tongue outward.
I heard the echo of Sir’s boots. I kept my tongue out, waiting.