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 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”.