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A man is shocked to learn his new girlfriend is a dominatrix.
A tale of total control - Bewitched.
Meeting my Dom online for the first time.
A dominatrix's client turns out to be her female friend.
Jack moves in with Karen, and meets her big sister.
Swingers weekend at beach condo introduces her to BDSM.
Shani and Frank get to know each other over dinner.
Biracial woman indulges her BDSM fantasy for the first time.
Office friends discover their darkest secrets are compatible.
My first experience with a dominant man.
I am seduced and enslaved at a nightclub.
Claire submerges herself into a world of kink.
A young woman has B&D fantasies and then makes them real.
How I wondered in the world of a FemDom.
Her introduction to a whole new world.
My journey into BDSM- from innocence to corruption.
My first time having a session with my Master.
Lovers reunite for first time master/sub role play.
I hire a daddy and his pet to give me what I need.
Joshua gives Cassie a taste of her deepest secret.
Report from a first-time sub to her master
Lydia dreams of her teacher, never imagining she may be his.
A woman finds something unexpected, deep within herself.
A story of a girl's first time with her Master.
My introduction into the BDSM lifestyle.
Helen learns the joys of submission.
An interested beginner's first venture into a slave roll
I visit my sub friend and the fetish shop closes early.
A tango class leads to self discovery.
Janet is brought into a world she never knew existed.
An offer she can't refuse, but more than she bargained for.
A young man's confusing adventures.
A scholar learns of dom and sub in a sylvan setting.
A submissive enjoys her first experience.
She is finally old enough to submit to her Dominant.
Becoming the Master she always fantasized.
Lucy meets her Master for the first time.
She's introduced to BDSM by a neighbor.
The story of a woman's realization of her submissive nature.
She faces her fear of submission while he faces his of pain.
Introducing a high school teacher to BDSM.
First time meeting between dom/sub friends.
Submissive's first-time happens to her surprise.
Beautiful young widow tries something new & exotic.
How a nice young man becomes a cruel, rapacious dom.
Innocent woman attends dungeon for first BDSM experience.
Man is dominated by his ex with a handjob.
Woman comes to terms with her own sexuality.
They dip their toes into the world of BDSM.
Even a sub can get revenge on her dom if she knows the game.
18-year-old girl tries cottaging and finds herself.
Her life boring, Gwen seeks a new one.
Experience meets inexperience, a BDSM taster.
Couple's foray into BDSM goes a bit wrong.
A couple's first attempt at bondage.
Coming of age in a world of Bondage and lust.
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I always knew I preferred to be submissive; there was something about being dominated by a man that I found deeply exhilarating. My upbringing, peers and career made women of my generation very
defensive about our equality so I always felt the need to assert myself – to dominate – even though that was at odds with my sexual need to submit.

I always found BDSM alluring but strange. I enjoyed a playful smack during the heat of the moment but the whole leather and whips thing just seemed so alien and so strange. I enjoyed the thought of
it but didn’t know where (or how) to start.

The internet revealed that BDSM is Bondage (tie me up!) and Discipline (I’ve been a bad girl!) Dominance (who’s the boss!) and Submission (You’re the boss!) and Sadism (smack that!) and Masochism
(oooh I’m getting spanked!).

I had (and have) a partner who seemed uninterested in the idea. I didn’t want to cheat per se but had a fantasy and didn’t want to die wondering. A single friend told me about an interesting
experience with a BDSM “Master” (male version of a Dominatrix) who called himself the “Marquis de Sud”.

I toyed with the idea for weeks before I sent the Marquis de Sud a very sheepish email. He replied by calling me a slave! To be honest this was somewhat offensive initially but I quite liked the
idea of being dominated, of being a slave to this strange man. He was very helpful and seemed to have helped other beginners before so this put me at ease. But how could I meet this strange man?

A window of opportunity soon presented (my partner went away for boys weekend). I sent an email asking the Marquis de Sud to visit. We agreed that I might change my mind at any time and we also
agreed on “safe words”. Safe words are used so the dominant can know how the submissive feels (“Green” = Keep going! “Orange” = It’s ok but I’m reaching my limit! and “Red” = Stop). This is so a
slave can scream in the heat of the moment “No Master, please don’t do that!” when they really mean “Don’t stop this is just getting good!”.

The big night arrived. I changed my mind about a thousand times before the doorbell rang at the agreed time. I was an absolute mess. My heart was racing; I looked ridiculous in the best BDSM style
outfit I could muster (as if I was going to a fancy dress party) and sex was the farthest thing from my mind.

I opened the door and saw him: six feet tall, strong looking, dressed in black and wearing a mask. Yes a mask. I nearly fainted. All I could see was this mask that was straight out of the movie
“Eyes Wide Shut”. Without saying a word he handed me a mask too, similar to the Catwoman mask. I put it on. I realise now that to see him as a human would have triggered my conscious mind into
making the same judgements I use on people I meet every day. Not knowing who he was made him more than human and placing a mask on myself separated my daily life from this adventure. This was my
first exposure to the mental aspect of BDSM and as I discovered BDSM is in many ways much more mental than physical.

I invited him in and he asked that I show him around. As I gave him a tour I noticed that he was more interested in watching me. I realise now that he was seeing where I felt comfortable with him
and seeing where I was not. He was not interested in comfort zones; I had called him to take me out of mine.

We finished in the bedroom. He gently placed a collar around my neck. I was told to get on my knees and he walked me through the house. He was my master and I did as I was told. He was calm, spoke
softly but firmly. When he held me I felt secure. When he ordered me I obeyed. I wanted to obey. I wanted a master and I wanted it to be him. It was strange and I still cannot work it out, as if
something came over me, as if there is a part of our brains that are hard wired to obey a master. I felt powerless but I never felt more alive, more in control.

You see in my daily life I choose to be strong. I fight to be strong. I am strong. The Marquis de Sud showed me that it takes strength to choose to submit. It takes strength to obey and a great
BDSM Master can help a woman explore the deepest and most rewarding parts of her inner sexuality.

I was tied up in an endless amount of ways. I was spanked, whipped and slapped. I was dominated like never before. I felt like a woman and I felt like a whore. I felt pleasure and I felt pain. I
said things I still cannot believe I said and he called me things nobody else has. I was broken down and built back up again.
I loved every second. I lusted every second.

It was the most intense and rewarding experience of my life. I have never felt so sexually aroused or satisfied before, which is strange considering a large percentage of the activities did not
actually involve intercourse. It was as if he had sex with my mind and I guess this is what domination and BDSM is about. It’s not about costumes, whips and chains but about our own human nature,
desires and vulnerabilities.

The Marquis de Sud is a BDSM Master. He is a master at dominating your body, mind and soul. I felt exposed and I thank him for exposing me. I know more about my sexuality now and feel somehow more
complete. He taught me that sexuality is something we hide and never see. We experience it but never explore it. I feel that the Marquis de Sud placed me face to face with a long lost friend and I
will forever be his “Sub”. For the record I have never seen his face or learned his name and think I prefer it that way.

To other women on this journey I wish you the best of luck. If you are in Sydney then I grudgingly recommend the Sydney bondage master the Marquis de Sud (grudgingly because he is my master!).

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My First Time In Bondage
My first time was even better than I imagined it could be. No, not ‘ *that*’ first time, but my first real-life encounter with my Master.
I met Master Whip through a personal ad I submitted online. My ad stated that I am a happily married woman, looking for a Dom who would be willing to teach me the ways of being a sub. I made it clear that I did not want a real life relationship, just one in cyberspace: A few days later Master Whip responded. We made arrangements to meet online, where we asked each other several questions. We hit it off right from the beginning and I was fast to develop a significant respect for the gentleman. He answered my questions honestly and fully, requesting only the same courtesy in return.
Over the months that followed we continued to chat, sharing many incredible times together. This man had a knack for bringing out my submissive side, teaching me things about myself I didn’t know previously; things that, once they were brought out, I liked. Who knows, I may have even taught him a thing or two about himself. We also had several satisfying ‘cyber’ sessions, when we would vividly describe to each other the things we would like to do if we were together. Master Whip could make me cum with his words alone – I could only dream about how he could make me feel in person. Dream, that is, until I was given the chance to make it a reality.
As I said, I am happily married. My husband, though a very caring, satisfying lover, does not share my interest in BDSM or D/s activities. He knew there was a small ‘something’ lacking in my life that he could not fulfill. He also knew this need had absolutely nothing to do with my love for him. I accepted the fact that I would not live out this experience because of my love for him: He decided that it was because of my love for him, and his mutual love for me, that I *should* experience it at least once in my life. It took him some time to convince me that I should make this fantasy come true for myself, but once I was convinced I would do it I knew immediately who I should go to to help me accomplish it – Master Whip.
When I told Master of our plan he was pleased. He said he knew this day would come, but he had never tried to pressure me into anything I might regret. Before he agreed to help me, however, he asked if I was sure I could give myself up to his total control, to obey his every command no matter how foreign it may seem to me. I agreed. We discussed the use of “safe words”, limits, and the like. When he was convinced that this was what I truly wanted, he agreed. I was ecstatic!
Wheels were set in motion for what would truly be the experience of a lifetime. We decided that because he possessed all of the necessary equipment, I would fly to Boston where he lives. He made the necessary travel arrangements for me. He also instructed me on what (little) clothing to bring, along with a few of my favorite sex toys. My husband was fully aware of where I would be staying, how to get in touch with me at the hotel and how to contact Master at his home. It was important to all three of us that he was comfortable about my safety.
After my arrival at Logan Airport I was to proceed to the specified rental counter for the car Master had reserved for me, then follow his directions directly to my hotel. Once checked in and settled into my room I was to phone him and my husband to let them know I had arrived. Master thought it was wise that our first physical encounter be a somewhat tame one, so we arranged to meet in my hotel room rather than at his home. After this night, if I was still sure I wanted to proceed, I would spend the nights that followed in his dungeon.
His first command to me over the phone was to prepare myself for our meeting. I was to tie myself to the bedposts with the rope he told me to bring, spread-eagle, facedown, naked except for a blindfold. He knew I would not be able to tie one of my hands, so he would do that for me when he got there. Before doing this, however, I was to go to the front desk and authorize them to give him a key to my room when he arrived so he could let himself in. I followed his orders to the letter, my pussy dampening in anticipation the whole time.
I had been lying there on the bed for at least twenty minutes when I heard a key in the door, indicating that Master had arrived. My heart raced! Silently he walked across the room. When he was standing by my side he said, “Good for you my slave. It appears that you did as you were told,” in his deep, commanding voice. “I will give you one more chance to reconsider,” he continued, as he slowly walked around the bed. I could sense his eyes upon my naked, helpless body as he talked. “If you have any doubts about what you are getting yourself into, speak now.”
“No, Master. I have no doubts, only desires,” I replied quietly.
“That’s a good little slut. Shall we proceed then?” he asked as he grasped my unbound hand.
“Yes, Master. Please, teach me Sir.”
“Very well then.” He secured my free hand to the fourth bedpost then sat on the bed by my hip. “Let me see if you have followed all of my instructions so far,” as he placed his finger to my gaping pussy. “You are wet,” he said sternly. “I gave you explicit instructions not to allow yourself to get wet until I said you could!” he exclaimed as he slapped my bare ass.
My body jerked, surprised. “I’m sorry Master, but I…”
Smack! “Did I tell you to speak?” he barked, spanking me again.
“From this point on you are not to speak unless instructed to do so.”
Smack! I jumped as his hand fell hard again, this time on my pussy. “I did not tell you to speak. This is new to you so I will allow you this error. Do not disobey me again and we will get on just fine My Dear. Do you understand?”
“You may answer me Little One,” he softly said as he gently rubbed my heated bottom, soothing it.
“Yes, Master Whip. I understand Sir.”
“Good. I knew you would. Now let us begin your fantasy.” I felt the bed move as he stood. He said nothing more, but soon I heard him open the closet, then I heard the clanking of hangers; I deduced he must be undressing and hanging up his clothes. Before too long I felt him on the bed again. He slipped one of his strong arms underneath my belly, lifting me slightly. While holding me up he pushed a pillow under me. “This holds you up off the bed, allowing me easier access to whichever orifice I choose to use.” He stood again, admiring his handy work I imagine. “What a beautiful sight. There is nothing more exciting than seeing a helpless wench waiting to be taken advantage of.” He laughed, somewhat maniacally, sending shivers down my spine. “Ahh! I almost forgot…open your mouth wide Little One.” I opened, as he commanded and he placed a ball gag in my mouth, fastening it securely behind my head. “We don’t want to alert our new neighbors to our activities with your yelling or screaming, now do we?”
With his preparations completed to his satisfaction he said, “Let us begin.” I felt the bed between my legs move as he perched there, then suddenly I flinched as he forcefully inserted a long, thick, cold object into my wet pussy. With one of his hands grasping my buttock in order to hold me still, the other hand rammed the rod, which I assumed was a dildo of some sort, in and out of my cunt. Each time he shoved it in, it slammed against the walls of my womb, sending shock waves of pain and pleasure through my body. He obviously had no desire to start me out gently. “Do you like this Slut?” he asked as he impaled me over and over again. I could only moan. “I know you do. Sluts always do, even if they don’t admit it. Their wetness gives them away, just as yours gives you away.” In and out, faster and harder, the object and Master assaulted my box. His grip on my ass tightened. “No matter how much you are enjoying this, you are not allowed to cum until I give you permission to do so. That is one of the greatest signs of obedience a sub can offer her Master.”
As frightened as I was by the unexpected force he was utilizing, I soon felt my body tense, then let loose with a riveting orgasm. My velvety sheath contracted and released, time and time again. I moaned louder. He continued his assault even harder. “How dare you! You have disobeyed me again! You don’t think I’m giving up yet, do you, just because you’ve had your first orgasm? Think again! You will be punished,” he laughed, still moving the object in and out of me. “Maybe you would prefer me to release my pent-up frustrations on your lovely ass.” With no more warning than that he plunged the tool into my virgin asshole, using the same forceful rhythm he had been using on my pussy. I let out a muffled scream and tears flowing form my eyes as I cried out. I had no way to stop him from the brutal raping. He had given me the chance to back out earlier and I declined, not knowing he would be so violent. He knew, however, that deep down this is what I really wanted from him.
“I need to cum! Prepare yourself to be filled!” With that he rammed his cock into my still-dripping pussy, all the while continuing to plunge the dildo in and out of my ass. He thrust home f
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