My first contact with Bdsm and my first meeting with a masochist

My first contact with Bdsm and my first meeting with a masochist

This month marks the 22nd anniversary of the meeting with the woman who changed my life, made me open my mind and broaden my horizons in terms of my erotic culture and the path I will follow.  - throughout my life in terms of the development of my sexuality.  Thanks to her, I realized that sex is not limited to the bottom line, it doesn't just mean, undress and fuck, get dressed and go, that sex doesn't just mean satisfying physiological needs, it's not a selfish act but something  involves intense experiences with the contribution of both partners.  At that time, for me, sex meant only quantity, my personal satisfaction and as many conquests as possible on the list.  I started reading to improve my erotic culture, I started to study more and more about eroticism, about Bdsm, Swing, arriving in time to put into practice and experience everything I read.  I can honestly say that, at least for me, sex has become an art.

 I met her after a marriage announcement given by her in one of the profile publications of the time, maybe many of you remember newspapers like, Tutti Frutti, Infractoarea…

 The announcement sounds simple: Nymphomaniac from Bacau, looking for sex partners from all over the country.

 Knowing that I was going to be sent to the delegation in the area, I wrote to her and to my surprise after about 3 weeks I received an answer from her.  The letter contained only a landline number.  I called, he answered me and we decided to meet in the center of Bacau.  I left the delegation, I solved my problems and I left for Bacau.

 We met in the center of the city as we had established.  He had a gorgeous body, 1.70m tall, long legs, slender, maximum 50kg, long red hair and a strange look, which at the moment I did not give any importance.  I was much too excited about what I was seeing and I couldn't wait to get to the hotel room so I could enjoy the kindness of the woman who had risen in front of me.  I had everything available after dinner and all night.  Scenes of total ecstasy were already looming in my mind.  He took me to a boarding house that looked new, wooden construction, nice but simplistic.

 We stayed quickly and after the necessary shower, she was already waiting for me naked in bed.  With full balls and a furious desire to possess her, I threw myself on her, beginning to taste and lick every millimeter of her bestial body.  She had a beautiful complexion, fine skin and young flesh, medium but round breasts and strong concrete.  He responded to me with the same passion, giving himself to all my unbridled desires.  I licked her everywhere, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes, I played freely with her breasts and her wonderful and wet pussy, with big lips and prominent clitoris managing to give her in a short time.  a few shocking clitoral orgasms.  In turn, he took my cock in his mouth and began to suck with a desire and skill that I have rarely encountered over the years.  Deep throat like a book.  I let her play with my wonder for a few minutes and then I rode her.  Her tight pussy was extremely wet and very hot.  At one point while I was pumping and licking her, she asked me to pull her ears.  I complied more with the desire not to interrupt those bestial sensations I was experiencing.  Bite me, squeeze my nipples, give me a slap, he didn't seem to want to stop, he suddenly asked me to brutalize her.  For me, the man who never slapped a woman in my life until that day was a shock.  Hit me in the face, slap my pussy, harder and harder.  The sensual woman next to me had suddenly changed.  My breathing had become jerky, my body was starting to shake and convulsing, I was living and feeling the pain with an intensity never seen by me.  Things had taken a strange turn for me.  I had never seen anything like it before.  I hit her unconsciously as she asked me, everywhere, on my face, on my breasts, squeezing my nipples, biting and hitting again and as the intensity of my blows increased uncontrollably, especially when I hit her over her pussy and clitoris, my mind began to  go crazy.  I was already thinking about a staging, I was watching her body to leave no traces, I expected that from moment to moment someone would enter the door and accuse me of rape, that I might be blackmailed or I don't know what else.  All these thoughts were swirling in my mind, but I couldn't stop myself.  I fucked her and I hit her, I hit her and I fucked her until the moment she let go in a multiple orgasm like I had never seen or lived in my life before.  Words cannot express the sensations I experienced in those moments.  I let go too, but I was scared, I didn't know what happened, what this episode meant.  I had a shock, a revelation, I couldn't recover, I was always looking at the door, waiting for it to open.  She confessed to me that for her the pain during intercourse is the greatest and purest Pleasure.  He went into the shower, and in the meantime I got dressed quickly, I mumbled something unintelligible that I had to leave and I ran, I just ran.  I got in the car and left.

 I only recovered after a few hours trying to realize what had happened.  I had no idea what it was, what all this meant, what pleasure through pain meant.  It wasn't until I got home that I began to search and read to finally realize that I had met a masochist and to discover for the first time in my life terms such as bondage, sado, maso, domination, obedience, submissiveness,  in a word: Bdsm.

 And this was the beginning of the long process of my preparation and completion as a Dominator, Master and practitioner of Bdsm.

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