thatstheway
Posts: 24
Joined: 9/25/2007 Status: offline
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I was lucky enough to be at Club Exit one night to meet the woman who would introduce me to the world of BDSM and what I found to be the greatest experience I have ever had in my life. I was in the club and she flogged me. I have never been flogged before but the amount of pain and discomfort she brought was just the beginning of this mighty adventure. She told me to take my shirt off so she could hit me harder, I was scared but I knew what I had to do to please her and I did. The flogging became harder and I became more nervous. It was amazing. I never felt so close to someone in my life like this. I knew this woman was going to change me, and my feeling for pain, love, and more things that I cant stop thanking her for. We chatted more on the site, and she allowed me to meet her one night and take her to dinner. The waiter was a little wierd, but I really connected to her and enjoyed my meal with this beautiful goddess. Following the meal she allowed me to join her in the dungeon, and experience what I was waiting for since the day I met her. She tied me to the cross, and tears went down my cheek as she brushed her nails down my back and made me shiver. Then she allowed me to lay on my back and take a beating, I knew this woman was amazing. Following the dungeon she invited me back to her lovely home, where she let me enjoy my fantasty of being tied and bound hard and tight. She beat me, and hurt me in ways unimaginable. Then the best thing that ever happened to me happened. Her lips met mine and to this day I cant find a better feeling than it. Her soft breasts in my face gave me feelings that I couldnt stop enjoying. We continued to meet at her house once more and that night was amazing, she even finished it off with making me some delicious meatballs. Soon afterwards I was an idiot and sent some mean texts and calls that I regret. I disrespected her in ways i regret more than the world. I am an asshole. I treated her like a piece of shit. If i had a time machine i would take back my words. I would paint her house, clean for her, drive her around, carry her on my back if i had to. Anything to get back in her world. Anything to hear her sweet forgiving voice again.
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