First BDSM.

First BDSM

One touch and feelings will explode with a whole swarm of emotions, sit under your skin. The state of the weakly deep-pooled. Only instincts skip in the head, how to take this beautiful young body, how to drink it before the last drop, just like a glass of sparkling wine.


Her hands are tied and fastened over her head so that she has to stand on her socks, her eyes are tied with her own scarf, with sewn-in flowers. She is still not naga. Holmiky breasts and the most sacred are covered by a white bodice and panties as if emphasizing her innocence. She bends her back, creating the ideal curves of the female body. And I feel the power, but together with power and responsibility. It’s somehow hard for me to continue this game, I’m ready to break free and enter it, rudely, strongly, without unnecessary delusions, but this is not what we want, this is not what we need.


I will go to her lips, glass, champagne sparkles strangely in the moonlight, penetrating into my window. She drinks, greedily, traces of sweat remain on the glass, bright red, I myself make a few large sips from the bottle, the champagne quickly hits the head. And I remember how we came to this.


The ordinary couple - unusual people. I am quite a successful civil servant, she is a good photo. Goodbyes in spring evenings, delays in normal relations, all this is good and right, but if in your head something doesn’t come around, it’s all right You can't pretend to be like everyone else if you are not. Of course, it happened, but not with me, but with her, somewhere, after half a year.


It was an ordinary evening, I returned from work a little tired, and then it was almost all week without orders and wasted at home. We watched the movie, at some point, she stopped the movie and pulled off her T-shirt. Leaned and gently kissed me on the lips. I hugged her at the waist with one hand, and with the second, I touched the spine line, from the bottom of the back to the neck, followed by the rest of the hand, and she pressed


There is always a moment in non-standard sexual relations when you are making yourself out of yourself. For example, on the first evening, I was happy, tightening her hands with my belt, and tying them to the back of the bed, but I looked like I didn't understand why she needed it. Then there was the first powder, light. She made a scandal, and in the heat of the moment, suddenly stopped, apologized, and asked me to be instructed, I asked, how did I get it off, and she left


Now, I put the empty bottle of champagne to the side, I pick up her luxurious black hair, and with a light movement, so as not to give extra pain, With the second hand, I move the strip of fabric to her bosom, and I enter a finger, the movements are smooth, she breathes quickly, the caress changes to roughness when I move too far away. I go away, I take a thin twig, cut out 

She and I lead her along the inner surface of the thigh, very slowly, letting to overcome the storm of emotions, expectations of easy fear, desire. I turn it a little, it bends in response, giving its pop. A few blows, not strong, but not weak.


The real practice of looking at attitudes in the modern world is the golden mean between the edges of the roots of BDSM relationships that make BDSM films, and in the windows, our couple never had a "word stop", this is correct and not necessary if you are completely adequate and understand partner, the gestures speak for themselves. Excessive pain, unnecessary movement - all this affects the feelings of the partner and will not give him or you the most pleasant sensations from the game.


I stop the blows, throw a twig to the side, take off her panties, moisture protrudes on the hips, but this is not the end of the game, I lean and wipe her whole forehead, pick out She shakes, the muscles of her legs contract right under my fingers, gently grasping them. I get up, a whole belly, I unbutton my bra with my hands, well, now, now she is absolutely naga, not counting the cloth tied on my eyes. Prikasayus to ee soskam and szhimayu them silno, ee telo daet svoy otvet, ona napryazhena and vozbuzhdena, legkaya bol Excellent stimulyator, naschupyvayu rukoy spetsialnye zazhimy and pomeschayu their ey nA soski, they not razdavlivayut HOW teski, skorey dayut oschuscheniya nekogo napryazheniya. Slightly pulling the chain, with the other hand I run over her lips, she gently wraps her mouth around my finger.


I take her hands off the hook on the wall, she moves them over to me, and I hastily unfasten the fly and pull her off the floor, on top of it. One movement and I'm already in it. This is the very first feeling when you find yourself something tight, humid, and warm, it cannot be compared to anything, now it is my turn to publish.


At such moments, I understand that all the same we do not fuck, but we are engaged in love. Although my lips have already wrapped around the chain that binds the nipple clamps, and I gently pulled her breasts to myself, my hands wrapped around her elastic bottom, and squeeze the halves, which is urine. The tempo builds up, she rubs strongly against the hard floor with her coils, but in the aggregate of the feeling of discomfort and the pain only increases her excitement, I feel as if the muscles inside me. She doesn’t stop, she doesn’t scream, after a few minutes, I take off the clamps, she gradually lowers the tempo, until it doesn’t stop completely.


She gets up with trembling legs and begins to take me on the knee, in a neat movement, I remove the bandage from her eyes, and untie her hands, take her gently before the crochet The evening goes on.


You know, not one pretty girl will like when she is called a whore, a thing, a slave, and so on. Between partners who have reached a certain degree of confidence to start a BDSM relationship, there should always be a lot of respect. 

And moments of humiliation can skip only during sessions or games.


"My lord", I put her on the bed, she looks with a little blurred gaze in my eyes, "I didn't stay too long." She again gets on her knees, and with her lips reaches for my member. Once again, the unforgettable feeling of the beginning of a

blow job

, when gentle lips clasp you. I gently glance at her head, but at a certain moment I stop it, lay it on my back, and I dream about it, now it’s strong and unimportant She had one hand under her neck, the other grabbed onto the back of the bed.


She moans, and then her lips sticks into my neck, I feel the touch of teeth on my skin, and then I catch the beginning of the strongest orgasm for today, she trembles all over, I do not slow down the rhythm, and now I myself shudder, knuckles holding the bed turns white, I try to restrain myself, but a groan or a growl escapes from my throat, another moment and I relaxed hanging over her, tightly wrapping her arms around me. In my temples, I distinctly hear the pulsation, the world is slowly becoming real again, gently leave her, just as gently pick her up in my arms, and take her to the side of the shower. She tilts her head over my ear, nibbling on it, and says, "I want more."