What I Experienced During My First Bondage Session

When I was a teenager, my curiosity about sex was at an all-time high. If a woman walked by wearing a low-cut shirt, my mind would explode. When I’d go to the beach, half-naked women would flood the area, and I’d spend most of my time trying to calm myself. I was young, shy, and full of fresh testosterone, spending my days learning how to control it. But my self-discipline soon ended after accidentally coming across some bondage videos.

 

My nights were usually the same, one after the other. After my parents would go to bed, I would grab my phone and slide under the covers to explore the world of porn. While my friends were busy masturbating to music videos of Katy Perry or Nicki Minaj, I was one step ahead of them. I did this every night; however, I usually stuck with my standard porn videos. I’d warm up with some girl-on-girl action, work my way through a couple of squirting videos, and end with anal play. With every video, my eyes became bigger, and my imagination wilder. I didn’t want to change the routine, why would I? I slept like a baby every night and woke up feeling revived and excited about what the next night held. I found my sexual outlet and wasn’t about to change it for anything or anyone.

 

One night, I was doing my usual routine when I accidentally pressed the screen of my phone, leading me onto a section of the website I never saw before. At the top of the page, it wrote, “Bondage.” Underneath were videos of women and men being handcuffed, tied up, and gagged. At the time, I had no idea what this was.

At first, I was terrified and quickly turned off my phone. What the hell was that? I thought to myself. The most scandalous thing I saw online was squirting or facial cum shots, and for me, it was a big deal. But within seconds, the fear subsided, and I was back online, scrolling through bondage clips like it was my last day on earth. I was consumed, obsessed, and I knew it wouldn’t stop there.

 

Though my obsession with bondage continued, it wasn’t until a couple of years later when I decided to make my fantasy a reality. I was tired of watching other men fisting and eating out women who were tied to their beds or chairs. I wanted that guy to be me. After careful research, I discovered a BDSM community in my city, and I knew I had to join. But could a shy guy like me be able to handle a bondage session? I wasn’t so sure. I figured only alpha-type of guys were able to take on that role.

 

Online, I ended up chatting with a girl named Katie who was somewhat of an expert in bondage. I told her my experience with bondage, and she replied, “don’t worry, come over, and I’ll teach you everything you need to know.” Well, with an offer like that, refusing would have been rude.

 

I went over to her place for my first-ever bondage experience. And though I thought she was going to greet me in latex and tell me to do whatever I wanted, that’s not how it went. She sat me down on her couch and explained the rules I had to follow. Our safe word was goat. “We’re not going to go wild this time,” she said as she undressed. “You’re going to learn the basics and then next time, we can take it up a notch. Okay?” Was this what I wanted? No. I wanted what I saw in porn videos, but I knew I couldn’t rush the process.

 

She handed me a dog collar and leash, “let’s start with this.” I went behind her, locking it around her neck, while whispering, “you dirty, dirty slut.” She smiled mischievously. “Kneel on the edge of the bed,” I directed. She slowly moved to the bed, “faster!” I said, spanking her ass. For a split second, I was shocked at what I had done. Was that me? Did I just spank her ass as punishment? But my self-doubts quickly subsided; I felt liberated.

 

She was on all fours on the bed, with her ass fully exposed in front of me. With one hand grasping the leash, I pull it back, as I ate her ass. I could hear moaning from pleasure, “did I say you could moan?” She shook her head as her voice trembled, “ n-n-no you didn’t.” I pulled the leash a little harder, “turn around and suck my dick.” She quickly flipped around, grabbed my hard cock, and jammed it into her mouth. I wasn’t going to last much longer; in fact, I knew this session was going to be over faster than I wanted it to be. I couldn’t control myself, and after a couple of minutes, I came right into her mouth.

 

I was huffing as if I had just finished a marathon. “Fuck,” I said out of breath, “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry? It’s your first time, don’t worry about it.”

With my hands on my hips, I took a deep sigh.

“Did you like it?”

“Katie, it was amazing.” I wasn’t lying. Though it wasn’t what I had imagined, it opened something inside of me that had been locked away until that very moment.

“Just wait until next time,” she said as she winked at me.

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