Lately, I have been fascinated with BDSM sex stories, especially after reading all the novels of 50 shades of grey. I am a 47-year-old, single woman. I was married for a while but then he found someone bouncier and chirpier than me. He quoted this when he left me, “Darleene, she is way more experimental than you”. I wondered what experimental really meant. I was always open for impromptu sex. I would spend a fortune on lingerie. And we would even watch his favourite threesome porn together, even though I hated it.
I am a simple person in bed. I would get stumped when he would try to lick me. He would use cuffs and tickle me with feathers, but I would get annoyed by the 5th second. He would even grab my ass in public which really embarrassed me. Maybe she allowed him to do all these things and that’s why they are still together for over 2 years. And here I am, like a dead leaf in monsoon.
Now a days, my weekend ritual consists of heading to the local coffee shop and read my favourite book. Little did I know that this Saturday, a harmless cup of coffee with a Stranger, would unleash of my suppressed sexual desires. I met Rehman at the coffee shop. He was my colleague a couple of years ago. He was a tall man with a dessert’s glittering complexion. He had a strong built with hands of a masseuse. He always dressed sharp and killed with his one dimpled smile. He walked up to me while I was absorbed in my dirty day dreaming amidst pages of 50 shades of Grey. He said, “I appreciate what you read but do you actually follow them?”. My response, “Excuse me? I would never dare to do this”. He flashed a knowing smile and said, “I know, you are a category A-Domina”. I was shocked to hear that I was a Domina…me?
Over a few weeks, we got closer. We already had regular sex and now was the time to turn the notch up. I opened about my reservations in bed with my ex. Upon hearing this, he revealed the most astonishing fact about me that I was a Domina and that’s why I don’t like being taken care of in bed. The game would have been different if I was in control. And there, he laid the opportunity to help me take control of my desires that night at his apartment. Oh BDSM sex stories were now on the real role! Moreover, the sissy training I learnt might be of use now.
He requested me to dress up for me, a pair of spandexes, heels, red lipstick and no bra. I entered his bedroom. It looked like a scene from 50 shades, red satin sheets, dingy dim lights and neon billboard flashing outside his window. He walked up to me, dressed in pink thong and a leather choker, handling me a leather whip. He said, “Do whatever you wish to, Domina”. He got on the bed and turned around lifting his butt. He whispered, “Darleene, she is smarter than you”. I was pissed. I raised my hand and spanked him hard. He moaned. I kept hitting him with the whip for a while till I couldn’t control myself. I removed my pants and turned him over.
I tied his hands with my pants on the pillars of the bed. I kissed him hard till he bleed. I bit him everywhere from his neck to his toes. I scratched him when I raised his butt towards my mouth to suck his dick. I gobbled on his manhood. I was thirsty for more. He had unleashed a demon in me. I sat on him and rode him hard. My tits flying in the air till they hurt. I was panting yet clenching my teeth. He came but I didn’t. I was still riding him till he requested me to stop. I unlocked his wrists from the bed and he asked me to stand. I was standing tall in my heels when he went down on me. I held his hair tight, trying to pull them from their roots. I finally gave in to the flickering neon lights hoarding.
He hugged me tight before I left his apartment and said, “I think you should really stop reading these BDSM sex stories”.