Girl on the Net

I’m a fucking sucker for a love story. Especially if that story throbs with lust as well, and pulls you in to the floaty-sexy-romantic headspace of the people who are falling for each other. Be aware that if you’re squeamish about blood or age play it might not be for you, but if you – like me – are a lustful romantic, you’ll probably adore this like I did. Please welcome LM, who’s here to tell you a BDSM love story.

Letting go – a BDSM love story

“Take a lover who looks at you like you are magic.” – Frida Kahlo

He was my first. Not my first partner, but my first sexual awakening. He was also my second.

I’d just come out of a long sexless spell and had completely lost myself in it. I didn’t know who I was – I’d lost my spark, my fire, my passion, my joy. He changed all of that.

There was always an unspoken level of trust between us, there had to be. I wanted to experiment with BDSM and he just wanted to experiment – it turns out you can teach an old dog new tricks!

We “played” for a few years, never once defining what we were to each other – I’m not sure we knew to be honest – but he was my Sir and I his slut, both jokingly and seriously.

Towards the end we started experimenting with him owning me – we already knew he did so really it was just a simple extension, except it wasn’t so simple. He’d be on top of me and he’d ask me who owned me, who I belonged to. Soon, somehow, he’d ask who I loved. It was sweet, hot, somehow taboo and then we broke up. Or parted ways. Whatever it is when two people start something casual and then carry on a not particularly casual thing for years. We did that. I guess you could say I lost myself in him. Or sex. I think it was a bit of both. Somehow it was too much and not enough.

A few months later, both a little broken, we found our way back together – this time a little more serious, more honest.

The second coming

He was sat down on the sofa and he pulled me across his lap. He spanked me hard, harder than normal, a number of times. He picked up the knife from beside him and carefully cut his initials into my arse. I’d gone. I was in my place, a place that is full of fog and so very clear at the same time. At some point I felt him pull me up and I slipped and slid down his body until I was on my knees seeking comfort from his skin as he stroked my hair until I came back to him.

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He took one leg and slowly tied it to the bottom of the bed, spread the other and tied that too. I knew what he was doing, what we were doing but I couldn’t quite believe it – I was excited and nervous, scared and calm all at the same time. He checked I was okay and then he tied my arms to the top of the bed. He unceremoniously shoved a dildo in my cunt and arse and then looked at me with a mixture of concern and arousal, telling me that he’d put a knife by my hand in case I needed to escape and that he’d be back soon. After about 20 minutes I heard the door unlock and he came upstairs to untie me. He checked I was okay, I grabbed my blanket and we went downstairs to eat the food he’d brought home.

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I told him I wanted the vibrator on my clit and his fingers inside of me. I squirted on him, at him, all over him. He found it fucking hot. I was on another planet. I felt his fingers, not just as one entity but each individual finger. I felt each finger move. I felt their purpose. I felt the walls of my cunt. I felt them tighten and tighten. I felt them pulse and throb. My clit became the centre – my heartbeat, my lifeline. I felt the wetness – inside my cunt, dripping out of me, on me, on him. My skin tingled. My body sung, danced. I was alive. I was so aware of everything yet I was completely gone.

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I don’t necessarily mean to gloss over the first part of our story, it is our history after all, but we’ve created a new version of ourselves, a new version of us.

We’ve become intimate. We make love as well as fuck. He calls me princess and baby girl and I call him Daddy; Sir and slut are long gone for us. We use our names. We say ‘I love you’ with ease. We talk on the phone and we have date days.

He’s brought the joy back into my life.

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