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My First Scene

Today is the day I will step outside my comfort zone, take a risk, try the taboo, deviant, forbidden. Sitting at my desk at work, trying to concentrate was proving to be quite a difficult task. My mind was playing over and over the possible scenarios. Would he tie me up? Would he spank me? Surely he would, but would it hurt or would I like it? I found myself getting excited, flushed, warm, my vagina slowly pulsing in a soft gentle almost orgasm. The anticipation was almost making me cum....wow, what a sensation. I was anxious, apprehensive, and yet I was eager. I desperately needed the excitement, something to jolt me into the world of the living again.

I went into the office bathroom and locked the door. I had on a skirt and panty hose, but no panties. I had cut the crotch out of the panty hose earlier that morning so I could feel the breeze on my smooth, shaved pussy. While looking at myself in the mirror, I slowly slid my right hand under my skirt and up my inner thigh. My left hand found its way under my shirt and started to tweak, pull and rub my nipples. My right hand went to the open place in my hose and found my warm wet pussy, aching to be touched. I inserted my index finger and slowly fingered my pussy. Then I added the middle finger. I was so wet...but I didn't want to cum yet, this was just a warm up. I continued to slowly pump my fingers in and out, I was breathing heavy and my heart was racing with excitement. I stopped before reaching orgasm, pulled my fingers out of my pussy and licked them, as I had been instructed. They tasted so sweet and tangy. I couldn't help but wonder if the other women in the office tasted as sweet. And had they ever tasted their own juices?

I washed my hands and tidied up my clothes. After a few minutes of regaining my composure I went back to my desk. I felt so sexy, slutty, and powerful. I tried my best to concentrate on my work.

Soon it was time to leave. I was so nervous as I walked; no ran, to my car. What if I got lost? What if I got in an accident? How would I explain it to my husband? What if I misjudged this man and he is not a the nice guy I believe him to be? I had told my husband that I was meeting Doug for a drink after work, and that we were going to get a Hotel room. My husband and I had an open marriage, but things were a little shaky as of late. I had the distinct feeling that he didn't want to be open anymore. That morning he had told me that he thought I was still trying to see other guys. (In addition to Doug). He said that he was OK with me still fucking Doug, but that is it. I had to lie right to his face and tell him I wasn't trying to see other guys. I knew that this date HAD to take place.

I started driving. The traffic was moving along well and I got to the city sooner than I had expected. Finding a place to park in Chicago, on the other hand, is never an easy task. I was very much out of my element. There was a moment where I nearly turned around and went home. I thought to myself, "What are you doing? Why are you taking this risk?" But I knew I would always wonder...what if. I had never driven into the city before. I had never cheated on my husband before. And I certainly had never...well, this was to be a night of many firsts.

Finally, after driving around the block several times, I found a spot only a couple of blocks from the bar. I parked the car, took off my panty hose and changed out of my sensible professional shoes. I tried to calm my furiously pumping heart. I took a deep breath and got out of the car. As I walked to the bar I tried not to think about what would happen if my husband caught me in this lie. This was a really big lie, with multiple layers of deceit.


I walked into the crowded bar and looked around for him. I couldn't see him anywhere, not at the bar, not in a booth, not at a table. I was very nervous. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as if it wanted to escape from what was about to transpire. I sent a text to him "where r u?" He replied, "be there in 5 minutes, have a seat". Crap, I thought and looked around again, feeling as though all eyes were on me. I am sure that some of the guys were eying me as I was dressed in a short black tight skirt with slits up each side and very high sexy heels. I wondered if they had any idea that I was not wearing any panties.

I text-ed him back, annoyed "seriously? This place is packed!" He replied, "oh. Hold on". A minute later a table opened up and I sat down. It made me wonder, did he somehow make that happen? I looked around, wondering if he was in the room but I just couldn't see him. I text-ed him "OK, I got a table". He responded "grab a drink". Damn, I thought to myself, he isn't going to come here. I text-ed him "do you plan on joining me?" and he replied "you know I like you to stew sometimes." I replied "yes, I know. Maybe I will just pick up one of the guys here." He text-ed back "LOL, you will pay for that crack". I smiled in spite of my aggravation. My hands were shaking, my heart was doing flips in my chest. I couldn't believe I was actually doing this! It was so unlike me to do something so...risky, so....dangerous!

I ordered a blue moon, one of my favorite beers. I looked around, at the table behind me there we're three attractive young men, probably in their late 20s. I wondered what they would think if they knew why I was here. The waitress brought my beer and a cold glass, I carefully poured the beer with my shaky hand. I took a sip, aaahhh, nice and cold. I was so thirsty.
Not much time had passed before I got another text from him, it said- "are you done with your drink? I want you to go outside." Dammit, I thought to myself, I have to pay for my drink, good thing I got cash before I left! he text-ed again "finish your drink and come outside". I text-ed, "not done yet", he said "down it". I did and text-ed "OK, just got to pay the check". I paid the bill and walked outside, wondering now if he was in one of the buildings, watching me.

"Now what" i said. He instructed "The small street is Price, go to 808". I had parked my car on Price street across the busy street, I crossed traffic and started walking. At this point I felt as if I was in an episode of the twilight zone. Everything was extra colorful, my senses were heightened by the adrenaline rushing through me. There was a chill to the air as I walked down the side street. I had walked past two doors, there were no numbers. He text-ed "you are searching for........ your core self". I text-ed back, "no, I am searching for 808, LOL!" I was surprised I could laugh with how anxious I was! He said, " LOL, small door a little way down from the bar". I realized then that Price street probably went across the busy street, alongside the bar, I text-ed " damn, I went across the street!" I crossed back over. He said "come in the door, fold your coat and place it on the floor" I text-ed "how do you know I wore a coat?" Again I looked at the windows of the buildings around me. "I don't" he said "I want you to crawl in".

I walked down the small street next to the bar, it could almost be called an alleyway. It was dusk, on a chilly May evening. It had rained earlier in the day and everything was still damp. As I walked down the alleyway I saw the doors with numbers....812, 810, 808....there it was. A plain white door. Average. Nondescript. I hesitated, but only for a moment. I was eager to see what lay beyond that normal looking door.


I opened the door and in front of me was a black wall. I took off my jacket and folded it and laid it on the floor as instructed along with my purse and bag. I noticed a slight scent of candles or insence and the lights were low, causing shadows to dance across the red walls of the room ahead of me. I got on all fours and turned to my right. In the corner was a (turning platform). In front of me was a chest of drawers, all in black lacquer. I crawled around the black wall and saw him standing, legs apart, arms crossed in front of his chest, ominously, about 15 feet away. It was Mr. X. He looked as if he was 7 feet tall, although I knew he was actually 6'2". Although with me being barely 5'2" what is the difference between 6'2" and 7' really?


He was wearing a white button down shirt, un-tucked, and dark jeans. He was clean shaven with dark hair, and dark commanding eyes. I would definitely call him tall dark and handsome. He pointed to the floor in front of him and ordered me to crawl to him. As I crawled toward him he said, "look at me" I obeyed. He barked "arch your back" with a voice that demanded attention. I arched my back, he walked toward me and ran his hand from my shoulder blades to my ass, with extra pressure on the center of my back and said "when you crawl you must always arch your back". Then he smacked my ass. The sensation was unbelievably erotic. It sent shivers of electricity to my pussy. He gently offered his hand to help me up, I put my hand in his, giving him all of the power, leaving myself totally at his mercy. He gently helped me up, then quickly pushed my head forward and seemingly all in one motion pushed the hair off my neck and attached a collar to me. He grabbed the back of my hair and yanked my head back till I was looking him in the eye. Then he kissed me. It was slow and deep, it made my insides melt like butter. He then put one hand down my shirt and gently squeezed my breast, then he went to the other. By now I knew, I would do anything he instructed me to do. From here on out he was to be my Dom, and I his Sub.

Next he attached the leash. It was metal and cold. He led me around the room, showing me all of the various objects of "torture". He described each, one by one and what they were used for. He told me there were rules in this room. First, I must always call him "Sir". I knew that would be a tough one for me, I am a very independent strong woman, the thought of calling a boyfriend "Sir" was a vile prospect. Next he grabbed my pussy and asked me "whose cunt is this?" and I said "mine". He smacked me on the cheek, not too hard, just enough to make me gasp in shock. He said "when we are in this room that cunt belongs to me, do you understand?" "Yes", I said. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back and said "Yes what?" How quickly my pride disappeared at the prospect of being hit again, "Yes Sir" I responded. "Better" he said and kissed me slowly and deeply. MMMM, my knees were getting weak.


Next he took the leash off of me and instructed me to go into the bathroom and come out only in my corset, and leave the shoes on. I took my corset and went to the bathroom. I could not believe I was doing this, I was scared as hell and loving every fucking minute of it. I had never been hit in the face before. Actually I had never really been hit before at all. It was scary, exhilarating and intoxicating at once. I quickly adjusted the corset till it was tight enough to nip my waist but still allow me to breathe. I looked at myself in the mirror, I was confident even though I knew I could stand to loose a few pounds. And I am sure he has done this with much more beautiful women before, he sent me pictures which proved that. But right now this night wasn't about him, it was about me. About what I needed. What I wanted. How far I could be pushed. The woman I saw in the reflection would forever be changed from this moment on and I wanted to remember this feeling. I checked my hair and makeup one final time and took a deep breath. I walked out slowly wearing only the corset and high heels, showing him my smooth, hairless pussy, milky white skin, beautiful long blonde hair, and my blue bedroom eyes. I could tell he was pleased with what he saw, but that he was trying to hide it with his toughness.


He put the collar back on me and said "now I have to teach you how to be a good sub." He pulled shackles from a large trunk full of toys. He put them on my ankles and wrists. He instructed me to keep my hands behind my back while standing at all times. He then told me that when I stand, I need to keep my legs apart, they should always be open as far as possible. It should be almost uncomfortable. He used the riding crop to tap my inner thighs as he said this. I obliged. He then put his hand on my cunt and told me to grind. I ground my cunt onto his hand and he inserted his middle finger into my pussy. I could tell that I was wet with anticipation. He pulled out his finger and put it in my mouth. I hungrily sucked the juices off of him.


"Now" he said, "I need to show you the proper way to suck cock. As a sub you always will suck cock on your knees, with your legs spread apart." He had me get on my knees and I spread them apart, sitting on my heels. "When you are ready to suck cock you will grab your hair behind your head and offer it to me to hold, only then are you ready to take my cock in your mouth." I did as he asked, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his rigid cock. It was dark, clean shaven and large. He grabbed my hair and allowed me to put my mouth on his cock. He slowly guided my head back and forth as his cock moved gently to the back of my throat. He said, "look at me, you always look at me when you suck my cock" I looked him in the eyes. I could tell he was pleased with my technique. He only allowed me to suck him for a very short time, then he put his cock back in his pants and zipped up.


He led me over to a very scary looking contraption,sat on a stool. He took out some gel and put it in my hair. He said, "Your hair is the one thing that you have control over, but in here I can control even that." He covered the top of my head in the goop, I could tell that it was meant to make me uncomfortable, maybe even self conscious. But it didn't really bother me, except I wondered how I would explain it when I got home later that night.

Next he led me to the restraining system against the wall. He put out his hand and helped my up while holding the leash. He attached my wrist shackles to the top restraints till my arms were suspended as on a cross. Next he attached my ankle shackles to a spreader bar to keep them apart.


He brought out a Hitachi massager, which I had seen before on BDSM videos. I knew it would be very powerful. He explained that it had several speeds of intensity and put it on low and ran it across my arm. I was ready to feel it on my clit, I wanted it there so badly. Mr. X then took a rope and tied the vibe so it was positioned to just hit my clit. Once he had it secured he turned it on low. It felt so nice, I felt the beginning of an orgasm building and started to moan. He pulled the vibrator away and told me that I could only cum with his permission and that I had to ask to cum. He turned up the vibe slightly and put it against my clit again, I was so close to cumming now, I said " can I cum now?" and he said "what?" in that powerful and forceful way. I quickly corrected myself and said " can I please cum, sir?" and he kissed me and then held the vibe to my clit even harder and said "cum for me slut!" and I screamed out in ecstacy as I came. It was a powerful orgasm. He left the vibrator hanging just at my clit and turned it down to low. I could feel it just brushing up against my clit and I wanted more....so much more!! I was grinding to get it to touch me more as my hands and feet were tethered away. He said "do you want more slut?" and I said "yes, please". With that he slapped me on the face and said "yes please what?" It didn't hurt, but shocked me, I gasped and recoiled a bit, I said "yes please, sir". He smiled sweetly and grabbed my hair. He put the vibe to my clit again and I felt the orgasm growing fast and furious. I said " ooooh I am going to cum" and he said "I will tell you when to cum!" I was having a hard time stopping at this point but I managed to eke out " can I cum please sir?" and he pulled my hair back farther and demanded "cum now". MMMM the orgasm was intense and I felt it to my feet. I screamed out "OOOOH FUCK YES!!!"

He unhooked my arms and legs from the restraints and explained that I might feel a little out of sorts after a scene. I didn't really understand what he meant at the time. I said I felt fine. I told him I wanted him to fuck me. He said, "Oh, you couldn't get me off in the 15 minutes you have left before you leave." At the time I thought he meant that it would take longer for him, but I thought later that it was a mind fuck game, to get me to want his cock even more. It worked! But he was right that I had to leave. I didn't want my husband to get suspicious so I had to be home at a decent time. And I had over an hours drive home. I changed and he walked me to the street. I thanked him and kissed him goodnight. As I walked to my car I felt very strange, not like I was high, but something very similar.

I started to drive home and got turned around with all of the one way streets in the city. A one hour drive turned into a 2 hour drive. I got home very late. My husband was very suspicious.

A few nights later my husband confronted me. He knew that I had not spent that evening with my other boyfriend and he said if I didn't tell him everything that he wouldn't be able to trust me, and we would end up getting a divorce. I could tell that he was serious, and since I didn't know how much he already knew, I figured the best thing would be to come totally clean. I told him that I went to the city to meet Mr. X. I told him what we did, where I went, how much I loved it. To my surprise he said I could continue to see Mr. X, as long as it didn't take away from family time. Wow, what a great husband!! I sent an email to Mr. X right away to let him know. I was so excited to share this experience with my husband finally!!



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