Leather whips, blindfolds, shackles … all of this went through my head when I got my first request for a BDSM-themed date. Admittedly, the thought made me a little queasy – but my curiosity was far too great. I always wanted to take a look into this completely different, possibly even more wicked world and now I had the ideal opportunity to do so. It couldn’t be an embarrassing experience that you quickly try to sweep under the rug if it didn’t go the way you imagined it would. Rather, I had the opportunity to surrender myself to a complete stranger, to gather these experiences with him – no matter what kind – and then everyone would go their own way. It was the ideal framework.

The client’s request was quite detailed, for which I am always grateful for more specific requests. This makes it much easier for me to adjust to my future counterpart in advance. He is dominant and would like me to “be guided” by him. There should be an interplay of pleasure and pain. In my repertoire there was already a set of leather cuffs, a leather whip, ropes and a gag. I would take it with me, in addition to my usual equipment. I was free to choose my outfit. After a few considerations, I decide on a light, playful summer dress, high heels and lace lingerie in delicate tones. My hair was braided into a long braid so it wouldn’t disturb. Even if I thought of varnish, leather and latex when thinking of BDSM, it seemed a bit inappropriate in this case, especially since no explicit questions were asked about it. I felt comfortable in the clothes I had chosen, they were sexy and I had the feeling of looking submissive – at least as if I was being told something. With a pounding heart, I made my way to the hotel.

It wasn’t an ordinary hotel, but one that is specially booked for such occasions. At least I wouldn’t be exposed to any awkward questions here. I knew he was waiting for me in the room. The light in the hallway was dim and I felt a little like in a movie. I knocked and a tall, elegant man answered me. He was remarkably accommodating, helped me out of my jacket and offered me a drink. We had small talk, joked and really hit it off right away. How could this man beat me up? I was just as excited as I was skeptical. Finally, two hours were booked and experience has shown that they quickly passed. Our conversation quickly took a turn when he broached his expectations for our date. He told me that he has already had extensive and intensive experience in the BDSM area. There is always something new – one experience more exciting than the other. And I can be sure that I will be pushed to my limits. But he wanted to start slowly with me. My impatience was evident as his hand had been on my thigh for a long time and was now starting to work its way up. I got goose bumps and felt electrified. Hesitantly, I reached out my arm, trying to touch him too, but he definitely grabbed my wrist and just held it tight. I shouldn’t touch it yet.

He wanted to examine me first. To do this, he pulled my two thighs wide apart, stroked my thighs up with his fingers, over the edge of my panties to my stomach and down again. Pushed up my dress. I wanted to touch him so badly, to do something – how should I be passive? But I wasn’t allowed to. And that was just the beginning.

He pulled the dress over my head, stroked my breasts, gently, circling. Then he took my nipples between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed tightly. And again. I watched my nipples harden and stand up. “Good girl …” he muttered. He had nipple clamps with him, which he put on me with skillful grips. It was uncomfortable, but bearable. His hands continued to feel my body, stroking my panties again. Now he put his hand completely in. Oh God. This combination of what I felt from this touch and the increasing pain in my nipples was hard to describe. He seemed visibly amused by my reaction, but continued undeterred. I felt myself getting wetter and wetter.

Then he stopped abruptly. He undid his pants, pushed my head down and made a clear gesture to indicate what to do. No man has ever taken what he wanted from me so directly and it really turned me on. I liked the way he used me like his toy.

He was in control as I tried to get him out of my mind. He pulled me up by my braid, literally threw me on the bed and tied me up. I was lying there with my arms and legs stretched far from me, completely worn out and overly excited. I saw him holding a small piece of black cloth in his hands. Heaven, now he blindfolded me too. Shortly afterwards I heard a buzz. A vibrator. He really wanted to push me to my limits on all levels. I felt the vigorously rotating vibrator that he slowly inserted into me. I squirmed, groaned. The vibration was so strong, hitting just the right places, that the orgasm wasn’t far. He seemed to notice that. He stopped and I failed to move on. But instead I felt the hard welts from the whip hit my body. So it went on and on: first pleasure – followed by pain. I was about to go nuts! I finally wanted to come, but he wouldn’t let me. Not yet.

He ordered me to insert a butt plug as he slowly entered me. Slowly, not because he was considerate, but because he wanted to drive me crazy. And he succeeded. I felt like I was intoxicated. His right hand cupped my neck, with the left he supported himself. That’s how he fucked me, ruthless, dominant and unpredictable. I came within seconds.

This experience is one of the most intensive of my escort job. I learned that BDSM begins and ends in the mind. It does not depend on which practices are carried out when, how and where, but on the mental attitude of the partners, devotion but also a certain trust. So I came into pleasures that I would never have dreamed of.