BDSM
15 Mar 2017


I've always been mildly interested in BDSM, primarily as a voyeur, although I have a number of unfulfilled fantasies involving active participation too. When I stumbled across an advert from a couple who were looking for assistants in their BDSM sessions I immediately contacted them and was very excited to get a reply while I was still online. We exchanged a few emails and then moved over to chatting on Whatsapp. The couple were married and the wife was the dominant partner while her husband was the submissive. Her name was Vanessa, although when in her dominant role she was known as The Goddess, while his name was Armand. I explained to them that in the past I had only ever watched others play at several parties that I had attended, but that I could provide some assistance in their sessions provided that my boundaries were respected. This was acceptable to them and the Goddess explained that even in their play there were always limits and the use of a safe word if things ever got a little carried away in the heat of the moment.

We arranged to meet in person for a drink and as the time approached I became more apprehensive but also more excited. I arrived a little early at the venue, a Bohemian pub with a rather eclectic group of patrons. A lot of tattoos in evidence, piercings galore and some very interesting outfits. My nerves didn't allow me to completely appreciate everything around me, however, but the music was good which helped me to relax a little as did the two shots of tequila which I ordered and downed right away. I then took my beer and found a table where I could watch the door. A little while later a couple entered the room and I immediately knew it was Vanessa and Armand. There was nothing particularly unusual about the way they were dressed , however, the giveaway was the collar and leash he was fitted with, although few of the patrons paid any attention to the new arrivals as if such sights were commonplace. They quite possibly were at such a venue. In fact, if anything, the Goddess and Armand appeared far more "normal" than several of the other patrons as there was a lot of leather and skin on display all around us. She was perhaps slightly shorter than average, dark-haired and attractive, but in an unusual way and was wearing a tight black skirt, about knee length, a black leather jacket, fishnet stockings and heeled ankle boots, while Armand who was about my height and handsome in a Richard Geer-like way was wearing black denims and t-shirt. I stood up to indicate my presence and they headed to my table with the Goddess leading the way. I was a bundle of nerves as I held out my hand to her and introduced myself. She then said "sit" in a commanding voice and both Armand and I immediately did so. We chatted for some time and the Goddess explained that they generally did not go out like this in public other than to venues where they were unlikely to be recognised as they both had to maintain "normal" appearances in public due to their respective professional careers. I was told that they had started in the BDSM scene a few years back and that her natural dominance and her husband's submissive fantasies had evolved into their current arrangement and that over time kinky had replaced vanilla slowly and progressively in their private lives. After perhaps an hour or so and a couple more drinks the Goddess said, "We find you acceptable and have chosen you, you may come home with us."

We left the bar and headed to our respective cars, theirs a much newer and flashier model than mine and I drove behind them until we came to their home, a large property with high walls and imposing gates. The garden was well lit and was immaculate, while the house was beautiful Georgian-styled mansion. With a pounding heart I followed the couple into their home, which as I had expected from the exterior appearance was beautifully decorated. Like something out of a magazine, but otherwise fairly normal, with nothing to suggest the private lifestyle of the owners. My roaming eyes however, alit on a number of interesting artworks on display - a couple of nudes and a few rather graphic carvings set among other, more conventional pieces. Nothing around me, however, was indicative that the owners were anything more than collectors of art. I followed them, my heart pounding almost audibly until we entered their playroom or what others might refer to as a dungeon. Like the rest of the house, the playroom oozed opulence, but in a darker, more gothic way. Immediately striking were the red walls contrasting with the wood panelled floor and dark furniture. I am sure many a professional domme or dominatrix would have been green with envy, although there was of course nothing cheap or seedy about Vannesa and Armand's playroom. A king-sized, wooden, four-poster bed dominated the centre of the room, while around the periphery a number of other pieces of furniture were evident, many of which I could not identify, but which were no doubt designed for bondage and the administration of pleasure. And pain.

The Goddess now removed her leather jacket beneath which was a tight leather corset. The skirt followed revealing suspenders and tight black leather shorts in the style of French knickers. "What are you waiting for?" the Goddess demanded and Armand picked up her discarded items of clothing and hung them in a closet. He then removed his t-shirt and jeans, and again as with the Goddess, black leather underwear was revealed.

"I'm thirsty", she said and then turning to me she said, "Are you comfortable?" I said that I was and she responded that if at any stage I felt I was overdressed for the occasion, that Armand would lend me something in leather as we were similar in build and height. By this stage, Armand walked up with a silver tray bearing a single pink gin and tonic. "Armand you have forgotten your manners," said the Goddess, "what about our guest?" I said something like it's OK, but she said "It most certainly is not. Boys with no manners must be punished. Now fetch Dan a Windhoek. That's what you were drinking at Bohemia, unless you'd like something else?" I responded that another beer would be fine. Once I had my drink she said "Now it's time to punish the boy who doesn't remember how to treat guests". "Assume the flogging position". She walked over to one of the walls where a selection of floggers, paddles and canes were displayed and returned with a black handled leather flogger with black and red tails. I simply stood watching while Armand spead-eagled himself against the Saint Andrew's Cross, facing towards it. "Dan, secure Armand's hands and feet," she commanded. There were leather buckles attached to the cross where Armand had placed his hands and feet and I somewhat hesitantly walked over and put the first strap around Armand's right wrist. "Don't take all night", she said, "and make sure it's nice and tight". I did as instructed, pulling the buckle tighter and then proceeding to do the same with his other hand and feet. I stood back and the Goddess raised the flogger and struck Armand across the back. I flinched at the sound and Armand's muscles taughtened slightly as red marks appeared on his back. Another several lashes followed after which I was instructed to release the naughty boy. Armand turned to face the Goddess and she said, "I hope you have learned your lesson?" "Yes Goddess," he responded, "thank you. You know that when you're around I have eyes only for you and tend to forget about all others."

She walked up to him and kissed him deeply and passionately on the mouth for several seconds with one hand firmly gripping his obviously engorged member inside his black leather bikini after which she said, "I know you worship me, and for that you now get to pleasure me". She moved over to the bed and lay down in the middle, propped up by the pile of pillows. Armand followed her and positioned himself beside her. He pulled down the leather knickers revealing the Goddess's neatly trimmed bush, and then she drew her legs upwards and opened them. He positioned himself between her legs and lowered his face into position. I could not see everything that was happening, but some interesting and rather arousing licking and sucking noises were being made and the Goddess started to squirm in pleasure. "My nipples require attention," she said breathlessly, "Dan join us!" I moved closer and climbed onto the bed, kicking off my shoes as I did so. "Unlace me," she said and again I did as instructed, untying and removing the ribbon which laced the two from halves of the corset together. Her breasts were now exposed - small, but perfect with small, pink nipples standing proudly. I started to fondle gently, but she demanded more and so I began to squeeze and tweak and then I moved my mouth closer and closed my lips over the one of the delectable items, while using my hand on the other. I began by sucking the nipple and then as her frenzy increased she told me to bite which I did, clamping it between my teeth while applying similar pressure to the other using my thumb and index finger. The Goddess cried out and orgasmed continuously for what seemed to be an age. She lay there breathing hard for some time with me beside her and Armand recovering his breath still between her legs.


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