Hello, my name is Helen, and I love to play with BDSM—or bondage-domination and sado-masochism for those of you who are lily white and/or living in a cloister. As a hospital administrator, I am very strait-laced and proper. It would be difficult to imagine me as someone who appreciates a good hard fuck, with spanking, nipple clips, bound, and begging for more.
Trying to explain that I have a kinky side that needs fulfilling is not something that I put on my LinkedIn page. However, on my Lush page (Kinkyhelen), I like to advertise my needs that veer off the vanilla path. Dealing with patient issues would be extremely easy and more pleasurable if I was allowed to use a martinet on both doctors and patients.
I don’t know when I became infatuated with BDSM. When I was at university, I had a boyfriend who was a bit that way. He liked to hold me down and blindfold me. But I think it was when I was close to 30 that I developed a real desire to practice on both sides. My boyfriend at that time used to spank me and had me in a submissive role, needing to heed his commands. But it was only once or twice. However, those experiences led me to strong orgasms that made me want to explore that dimension of my sexuality more.
As an introduction, you need to know a little about me physically and see why people might think twice about me in a submissive role. I am six feet tall and could be intimidating to many men. My medium build is complemented by 36D breasts that have small nipples and areolae that are easily excited. I have short blond hair just above shoulder length, with blue eyes to bring you to your knees (but that is usually my starting position, not yours). I am always ready, and if you check my lubrication, you will find it almost frictionless. As a dominatrix, I can be formidable, but I prefer being dominated by men and women.
To begin, let me tell you about not my first, but one of my first true BDSM scenes, and you will begin to understand my infatuation with that kink. It was the first time I submitted to control by a man. As an administrator, I am often the person directing the situation. I always maintain a professional distance from patients, but sometimes a situation makes me want to step over the line. This time I came close, but it was worth it. Luckily, he wasn’t a patient.
A man about 35 years old came to my office and wanted to discuss his mother, who was ill and needed to see a cardiac surgeon with some urgency. I took him to a doctor’s office; he discussed the matter with the surgeon and obtained an appointment. Normally, that would be the end of it.
However, this young man was a specimen who was well-apportioned, well-mannered, well-spoken, and well, well, well. His green eyes with short brown hair made me want to see a little more of him in the form-fitted shirt and the bespoke tailor pants that hinted that his generous apportionment was not just his arms and chest. On his way out, he stopped by my office to thank me.
With all those attributes, I would not let this man walk out of my life, so I gave it a try: “If you would like to thank me properly, you could call me, and we could discuss a meeting.”
“Why discuss when we could just meet and have dinner?” he proposed.
“I don’t even know your name,” I returned.
“It’s James, but you can call me Jim. Are we on for tomorrow evening?” he asked.
He put my number into his phone, and in a few seconds, I had a message on my phone. I had an invitation to dinner at John’s House Restaurant for Friday, the next evening—but dinner starts early. He stared into my eyes, waiting for an answer.
“Thank you, I would love to,” I responded.
“I hope that you don’t think I was being too rough, asking you out like that?” he probed.
Trying to give him a hint, “Oh, no. No worries. In what I do, I am quite fond of rough.”
“Okay,” he replied, a little puzzled.
In preparation for Friday evening, I took a shower, making sure that my pubic hair left a landing strip that stopped just before the control tower for my pleasure. I perfumed my body and added flavored strawberry body butter on my nipples and the outside of my pussy. If this went anywhere, then I would be ready. I had a gorgeous red thong that fit so nicely into my ass and just covered my pussy in front. I brushed my blond hair, put on a red silk dress cut up the side with a low V cut in front to show some cleavage. A bra would ruin the effect. I put on some knee-length black leather boots with high heels, and I was ready to go for dinner or more.
At half-past five, Jim manifested himself in a form-fitting suit that made him even more attractive. Surprisingly, he brought a small bouquet of pink, purple, blue, and yellow flowers, all arranged with baby’s breath. I was thinking about dessert, and not at the restaurant. He suggested that we take a taxi to make it more relaxed.
We arrived around six, just at the start of the service. As a Michelin-starred restaurant, everything was perfectly arranged. The food-sorry, cuisine, was beautiful and so pleasing to the palate. I was amazed at the presentation. Normally, I cringe when people take photos of their food, but this was art. Every course had the plates perfectly posed, and the food was so delicious. We had a wine pairing that allowed us to appreciate each course.
During dinner, we discussed the cuisine, but I couldn’t stop looking into Jim’s eyes and smiling. My thighs were excited, just watching him. We engaged in a conversation about our backgrounds, education, hobbies, and discovered that we grew up near each other and shared interests in hiking, films, and reading similar genres.
With my taste buds enraptured, I was captivated by him and slowly removed the shoe on my right foot to slide up his leg, showing my interest in continuing our conversation. With the dessert in the restaurant, a Yorkshire Rhubarb, finished, we ordered a digestive. With the wine and a little more alcohol following dinner, I was thinking of exploring more with Jim, hoping that we had more in common than walking around the countryside.
The taxi brought us back to my house, and I asked Jim if he would like to come in and talk for a while, knowing that the kind of talk would not be constrained to polite conversation. He agreed, and I was hoping he would like my menu more than that of the restaurant.
“You have great taste,” he complimented me on my home’s decoration.
“Thank you. Some people find it a little too exotic,” I responded.
“No, I think it is beautiful, in agreement with the owner,” he flirted.
“You are making me blush,” I added with extending a leg outside of the slit running up my leg.
Moving close to give him a peck on the cheek, he placed his arms around me and held me tightly, squeezing me, pushing my breasts against his chest. He was only slightly taller than me, but he was forceful and offered me his lips. An initial kiss was followed by offering me his tongue with the sense that his meal had awakened another ravenous appetite.
My thong was no longer dry. Jim was holding me tight and pulling me to him, exposing my left breast against his silk suit. My nipple was hard, and now he controlled my whole body. He held the back of my head, caressing my neck. I melted and wanted him to take me.
We continued to kiss and his hand found my breast poking out from my low cut dress. My nipple was erect, and I needed Jim to do more.
Between his tongue electrifying my nerves, I managed to interject, “Jim, I really like some things you may find odd.”
“Helen, what could be that strange?” he questioned.
“I like it when someone dominates me. If you follow me to my bedroom, I will show you,” I told him.
“Is this a surprise?” he asked.
“Everything in life is a surprise,” I philosophized.
Moving to my bedroom, I showed him what I wanted him to do. I showed him the restraints that would spread me out on the bed and some of the little “tools” he could use. His eyes widened.
“Helen, I wouldn’t have thought that you would appreciate a little BDSM,” Jim said.
Continuing, he stated, “You know, I have always wanted to try to subjugate a woman.”
“Then take me, Jim, make me yours. I want to feel you grind me and know that I am unable to resist you,” I begged him.
“Okay Helen, take off your dress. Do you have any sexy lingerie?” he asked.
I readily complied, and my breasts proudly showed their erect nipples as I stood in my thong, now with a large wet spot in the front.
“I have a leather corset that laces up front,” I responded.
“Okay, put it on and leave your thong on,” he commanded.
Before starting, he cautioned, “From my previous experiences, a safe word is prudent because you could have a malaise or cramp that would require you to be released to relax. How is ‘apple’?”
“Okay,” I replied, now in my corset with a space leaving my abdomen open.
I have an apparatus that restrains me, holding my arms and legs open, spread-eagled, that attaches with Velcro. Not the most secure and tight, but tight enough and hard to escape from, but I had only tried it once or twice before. I wanted Jim to test me and the restraints, so I could see if the pain of being unable to move while being dominated would bring me more pleasure than just the normal fuck that I found more and more mundane now.
“Helen, lie down on your back and put out your hands and feet, now,” Jim commanded.
At that point, he attached the restraints to my hands and feet. I was spread-eagled out on the bed. It didn’t feel too bad, but I didn’t know Jim that well, and he had some of my tools ready to be used. That didn’t make me too nervous, but I was wondering what to expect.
“Let’s see how you like to be teased,” Jim started.
He took a feather duster for that purpose and gently moved it across my neck and outstretched arms. It tickled a little, but I felt my love button perk up and my nipples harden even more. Jim continued to tempt my libido.
“Now you need to learn that giving control to someone can lead to a little pain,” Jim stated.
Rolling down the top of my corset, taking the nipple clamps, he placed one on each of my nipples and it hurt a little, but then the hurt gave way to my pussy. The clamps had energized me.
I started to moan and say how much I liked my tits being pinched. My pussy was leaking my juice at a rate that I couldn’t believe. Jim was watching the wet patch on my thong grow. He started massaging my sides, but the corset did not let him give me strong sensations, so he started to unlace it. Once he removed the corset, my tits were out in the open all together. He lifted my body slightly and slid the corset, which had rapidly outlived its usefulness, out from underneath me. He leaned over and slapped one of my breasts. The clamp moved a little, and I involuntarily groaned.
Jim moved up to just in front of my face and took off his suit. All that remained was his boxers that barely covered that hunk of man meat in front of my face. He was only partly hard, but I was ready to help him reach full length if he told me to.
“Okay Helen, suck my cock! I will let you get me hard, but I will make you beg me to fuck you,” he ordered.
He took off his boxers, and a smooth member with his shaven pubic area presented itself as Jim rubbed his precum on my cheeks and then lips. He put his cockhead on my lips as I inhaled all the juicy liquid that was leaking out. He passed his shaft along my lips like he would do with my pussy. He was hard now, and he turned my head sideways. Passing his rod between my lips, he held my head with one hand while he kneaded my tits with the other.
His cock was thick and long, so only half fit into my mouth. My thong was wet up to the top of the front. Jim told me to put as much of my saliva onto his cock as possible.
“Get my cock wet with your spit. Make your pussy horny for me,” he instructed.
“Yes, master. I love soaking your cock with all my juices,” I moaned with his cock still stabbing at my mouth.
With that, he slapped my breasts, and I couldn’t believe how drenched I was. Afterwards he slapped my thighs, but when he slapped my pussy, and then rubbed his hand on it, he could feel how hard my clit was through my thong. It was all I could do to hold back. I wanted him to fuck me, but I was at his mercy.
His precum was mixed with my saliva. The feeling of my clit engorged but still with a thong excited me. He had taken his cock out of my mouth. Taking my martinet from selected tools, he gave me a few strokes to heighten the feeling. My body tensed, and I arched as much as possible. I could see the red marks on my legs.
“Oh, please fuck me,” I pleaded.
“Not yet time, you are wet, still partially clothed,” he stated and continued, “but you aren’t yet begging enough.”
“I only fuck naked women. You can’t be fucked because you have your pussy covered,” he continued. Pulling on the nipple clamps, my body followed, the sensation making me want him more, followed by a clack with the martinet hitting the side of my leg.
I was now working up to a frenzy with him rubbing my cunt and slipping his hand inside with my juice all over his hand and him circling my nub with his finger, before sliding one into my pussy hole. The other hand came down with a whap of the martinet on my thigh. My whole body clenched, but it was just what I wanted.
“Tear it off,” I screamed, “give me your cock!”
He reached down with both hands, and the thin material on my left side broke. He reached the other side and tore the other side. My pussy was fully exposed, and he grabbed the front. As I lifted my ass, he pulled it out.
“You still have a way to go. You are not so excited, Helen. I want your whole being to squirm and you need to beg for my cum,” he stated, controlling me completely.
Now Jim was on top of me in a sixty-nine position. I saw him reach for the lube and an intermediate-size dildo.
“Helen, eat my taint and suck my balls,” he directed as he sat upright.
Unable to move, I did as I was told. He stopped when I sensed he was close to cumming. Bending over, he had me put his shaft in my mouth, and then I felt him lick my inner thighs, resting on my pearl. The pressure was building in me when the lubricated dildo pierced my pussy.
“Fuck, that is heaven,” I told him as his cock moved out of my mouth briefly.
Jim pulled his rod out of my mouth, and I sucked on his perineum, feeling the twitches with each gentle nibble and suck. He moved up with one of his balls filling my mouth and I sucked it hungrily, licking at the same time.
As the base of his cock was receiving my attention, the dildo was fucking me, his lips and tongue wrapped around my clit. He was eating and fucking me at the same time, and I had lost control of myself. Unable to move much, I thrust upwards, and his mouth and lips found my labia. His saliva and my nectar mixed, in what was the first time someone had done that. My body needed relief.
“Let me cum, Jim. Please,” I supplicated.
“Empty your cunt,” he ordered.
Simultaneously with his demand, he received a deluge of my special sauce. My groin sensed his swallowing motion, and I knew he was loving all of it as the dildo kept pumping in and out.
“Helen, no more plastic cock for that sopping wet cunt of yours. Tell me what you want,” he stated.
“Jim, fuck me hard! I want all your cum,” I managed to say with my body thrashing back and forth at the limit of movement.
Jim raised and moved between my legs with his cock. I could see his face covered in my love cream. He was ready and placed his cock between my labia and slowly glided that beautiful shaft over my clit gently to make sure I hadn’t lost any of my stimulation. I was constantly pleading with him at that moment to fuck me.
After a few minutes, he pulled away and then, with a single thrust, his whole length penetrated me. I was breathless, without much motion. He pumped me hard and fast. His breathing quickened; my pussy was ready for a second cumming, and then I felt that first wetness painting my pussy hole.
Jim pulled out, holding his cock tightly and brought it to my mouth. I tasted our juice as he reached back and fingered me, tugging on my nipple clamps. I squirted a second time, exhausted, falling back onto the bed.
“Apple, Jim,” I said.
He released me, and we fell into each other. Long, languid kisses and our tongues tangoed to the lovemaking that we had just experienced. We hugged each other for a long time, and finally, we were both tired and fell asleep holding each other.
My first time submission to a man was memorable. Until Jim restrained me and kept me under his control, I had not had an orgasm as earth-shattering as that night. The pathway to BDSM was now wide-open, just as I had been for Jim that night. My adventure had only started.
