How I Got Into Kink - My First "Session"

This is a great memory that I have.

After we had been playing long distance, I had the chance to visit my boyfriend for the first time in three months.  Of course, I was excited to see him, but I had a plan to make his fantasies come true. That made me even more excited!

The first day I was with him, he had to go into work. This was perfect! I had plenty of time to prepare. I outfitted myself in my purple corset, black rumba panties, black thigh-high fishnets, and black pumps that I had bought from Payless for a job interview. I did my hair up in a top knot and smeared make-up over my face (at least, that's what it feels like now. I spent a lot of time on my make-up, but it was before I learned anything about it so I'm sure I looked ridiculous!).

I set everything up. Fruit cut on the cutting board and covered with a towel so he wouldn't see it. Two handcuffs, one for each hand, set up on a chair from his dining set that I had dragged into the bedroom. Blindfold, rope, ruler, and cheap bondage tape laid out on the bed.

And... I waited.

I had been so nervous that things wouldn't be ready that I had gotten ready too early. So there I was, sitting in my boyfriend's half-furnished apartment dressed like someone from a porno. I walked back and forth, checking to make sure everything was in place.  I paced, listening to the clicking of my heels. I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror and practiced a bitchy face. I sat on the couch with one leg crossed over the other, running through what I had planned.

After what seemed like hours, I hear his car pull up.  I raced through the door and locked it. My heart pounded. When he got to the top of the stairs and asked to be let in, I would have to be a different person. I would be a dominatrix.

He did get to the door, and when he found it was locked he knocked.

"Who is it?" I called with mock-sweetness.

"It's your boyfriend?" I could tell he was confused.

I tsked. "I'm sorry." I said, flinging the door open. "I was expecting a slave."

He was frozen. His eyes locked onto mine, then traveled down to my neck, my breasts, my corset, my stockings...

"Get inside." I said sternly, stepping aside so he could enter. He did, and I closed the door and locked it as he stared at me.

"Take off your shoes. And your shirt. Just take it all off." I said. He stumbled around the narrow entryway, dropping his laptop bag and fumbling off his work boots. As he hurried to pull his clothes off, I pulled a blindfold from the counter. When he had stripped, I put it over his eyes. I pressed my body into his and pushed him against the wall, kissing him forcefully. He melted, slouching over to kiss me back and letting out a moan. After his dick had gotten hard, I grabbed it and pulled him into the bedroom.

He followed, in obvious pain. I loosened up, leading him to the chair and pushing him down into it. When I cuffed his hands and tied his feet with the bondage tape (I couldn't figure out the rope) I stood before him, showing myself off to a blindfolded sub.

"Now, slut... we're going to play a game."

"Game?" He said back, a little uneasy. I worried that this was going too quick, but I didn't give up. That's why we had a safe word. I explained the rules - I would feed him a piece of fruit, and he would have to guess what it was. If he guessed right, I would play with his cock. If he guessed wrong, I would beat him with a ruler.

The fruits were: Orange, grape, persimmon, starfruit, physalis, blowfish fruit, and mangosteen.

He guessed two out of seven.

I remember the desperation in his voice. "I don't know - OW! - I don't know, Miss!" I remember the winces and moans when I hit him on the inside of his thighs. I remember the mischievous, evil feeling that I got when I fed him another fruit I knew he had never even heard of. I remember the nervousness, the hesitation when I first beat him. The red marks the edge of the ruler made on his skin. I worried. I enjoyed it.

Then the overwhelming feeling of love as he cried from the pain of the ruler and the humiliation of losing my challenge. I pulled the blindfold off him, kissed him, and pushed the chair back. As it leaned against the bed, half-tipped and falling over, I fucked him. It was excellent.