Cling film

Well that was a lot of pretentious wank yesterday, eh? I'll tell you though, it sounded better in my head. I guess that's an advantage of having an anonymous blog - you can do all that and not bother deleting it.

But enough of that.

My first proper BDSM experience was an interesting one. She was a domme for sure - all high boots, black stockings and leather. We had chatted a few times online and we planned on meeting in a hotel one Saturday night. The difference was she was a transexual domme - a woman that used to be a man. Needs must when the devil drives.

I met her in the street and we walked to the hotel, her handing me a large suitcase to carry which she said was full of toys. She was very feminine and her voice was feminine too, which was a relief because it sounded just plain weird over a phone line.

We got to the hotel and went up to the room. She ordered me to strip naked and then inspected me. She sat down and asked me to empty the luggage. There were a lot of toys and interesting things in there. When that was done, she placed a collar around my neck with the word 'bitch' studded onto the front, and clipped clamps onto my nipples.

She put a dog bowl on the floor and told me to pour us a drink. I poured her one, and myself one into the dog bowl, and started lapping it up. She soon lifted my head out of the bowl and made it clear she wanted me to lick her boots, which I did. I licked them all over, soles to thighs for quite some time and she seemed to enjoy it.

Eventually she ordered me to lie down on the bed, face down. She pulled out a bottle of poppers and ordered me to take a deep sniff. I did and immediately felt woozy. She started to whip my rear with a riding crop and I enjoyed it - the poppers making things feel strange and other-worldly. The poppers were put under my nose regularly after that and I obediently took deep sniffs.

She then took a dildo and started to fuck me with it from behind. It wasn't too bad, and I remember being impressed with myself when I saw the dildo afterwards and she told me that I'd taken all of it.

After whipping me some more, she ordered me to stand, and she started to wrap me in cling film. It was wrapped tightly from feet to neck and I was laid prone and unable to move on the bed, where I was tortured some more and whipped.

During all of this, there were breaks where I would be ordered to take more drink from the dog bowl, so I was getting quite drunk.

Then a lighter moment. I was told to get dressed in the female clothes she'd brought. I wore stockings, heels, a short skirt, a nice clingy top with a gel bra underneath. She drew lipstick on my lips and we kissed for a while. Afterwards she tought me how to walk on heels, or at least tried to. I didn't do very well.

I lay on my back while she put on the strap-on. She lifted my legs over my head and started to fuck my rear face-to-face, which I hadn't considered possible. I kinda enjoyed it which surprised me. She kept putting poppers under my nose and I was getting quite worried because by this stage my heart was racing and I could hear it pounding in my head, so I refused any more until I calmed down.

Afterwards I took off my own nipple clamps because they were getting uncomfortable, not realising that the pain of nipple clamps comes when they are removed. The pain was stunning, and I screamed 'fuck' quite a lot and quite loudly, for which I got spanked some more.

Then we just lay there for a while. I felt her breasts and they seemed convincing to touch, if a little on the round side. We kissed and it was nice for a while.

She packed up her things, leaving me in my stockings, asked for the taxi money home, which luckily I had with me, and she departed.

The bruises on my bum lasted for a while, and my wife wondered what they were.

"I slipped and fell at the shops on the ice."

My wife laughed at me, thinking it was hilarious.

We met only once again after that, the second experience being less enjoyable.