Emma worked the graveyard shift in the emergency room at St. Vincent’s hospital. She was a gregarious lady pushing her fiftieth birthday. You would never know it by her looks. She could have passed for a forty year old, and a hot forty year old at that. She had a way about her that immediately put the patients at ease. She was one of those rare people who could fit in well no matter where she went. From all outward appearances she was just a normal lady, but Emma had a wild side that she kept hidden from the rest of the world. She rarely met anyone who she was comfortable enough around to let that side of her out of its cage. Emma had always been fascinated by BDSM. She wanted to get into that lifestyle, but never knew anyone who could, show her the ropes, so to speak.
She had no problem getting dates but could never find anyone who shared her dark interests.
One afternoon before work, she decided that she would put a personal ad on one of the internet personal sites. Within a week her profile had generated over a thousand hits. Most of the guys who responded to her ad were typical professionals. She had no problems with that type of guy but she was looking for someone different. She had been out with enough yuppies already. She finally figured if she was going to find someone different she would have to look for them.
On her next night off she sat down at her computer and started searching through the men’s profiles. There really weren’t many guys that even caught her interest much less her eye. Finally she came across an ad from a guy with long hair wearing a leather jacket. She clicked on his profile to get his details. He looked like he could be the dangerous type she thought, a real bad boy. This excited her. She studied his picture intently. She could see a sort of childlike innocence in his deep green eyes. She decided that maybe he was worth an e-mail at least. She would lose nothing even if he turned out to be a jerk or some sort of maniac. She wrote out a short letter and hit the send button. All she could do now was to wait.
David was surprised when he found an email from the personals site. He had almost forgotten he had even placed the ad. He had never had very much luck with dating sites. He found the women to be a bit too mainstream to be interested in someone like him. David was a strange mixture of traditional values, left field philosophies, nonconformity and BDSM kink. He had always felt that finding a female who was like him would be impossible. He clicked open the message and read the short letter from Emma. Hmmmm... She looks like she could be just different enough to be interesting, he thought. He composed a quick response describing some of the more unusual things about himself. About ninety-eight percent of the time, his eccentricities were enough to send women running. He always thought that being up front about his quirks was the best way to go. It saved a lot of time that would have been wasted on dates with women who would just end up thinking he was just a freak. He sent the message not really expecting to hear back from her.
Later that afternoon he received a reply from her. She seemed to be cool with his quirks. He wrote her back with a bit more information about himself. Again she seemed to take it all in stride. He found it refreshing to find someone who was as nonjudgmental as Emma seemed to be. They exchanged a few more e-mails and finally agreed to meet.
David arrived at the bar half an hour early and found Emma already sitting at the bar. That was a good sign, he thought. If she was interested enough to show up early then she must have been pretty serious about him. She smiled as he sat down beside her at the bar.
“I’m Emma,” she said as she extended her hand.
“It’s very nice to meet you. I’m David but most of my friends just call me Dave. “
“Nice to finally meet you, too, Dave.”
They sat, talked, laughed and drank a few beers. Before they knew it, they had been there for four hours. It was almost midnight and they both were starving. At that time of night they knew it would be almost impossible to find a restaurant that was still serving dinner. Neither of them felt like eating drive through fast food.
“I know we haven’t know each other very long, but what would you say to me cooking you dinner?” Dave asked.
Emma thought that he was a nice enough guy. She had absolutely no misgivings about going back to his place. She thought it would be nice for someone else to cook dinner for her for a change.
“I would really like that. Dave. I can just follow you back to your place so you won’t have to drive me all the way back here.”
“That sounds like a plan to me.”
The two cars pulled up in front of David’s apartment building. He was really nervous about bringing someone back there on a first date but he felt like she would be able to handle his rather strange decor.
“You’ll have to excuse the place. I wasn’t expecting company this evening so I didn’t have time to put away my toys.”
“That’s fine, David. I’m really glad you liked me enough to bring me back here. Besides, a man who still plays with toys can’t be all bad.”
David laughed nervously as he answered. “Well, you haven’t seen my toy collection yet.”
The inside of the apartment was fairly sparse. He didn’t have a lot of furniture. Just a couch and chair, a TV, VCR, a large stereo, and a dining room table and chairs. His bed was on the floor in his bedroom and the only other things in the room were a St. Andrews cross and a huge rack of whips and chains. It had been a while since he’d had anyone he could play with. Even though she hadn’t mentioned it yet, he thought that just maybe, Emma would eventually warm up to the BDSM lifestyle.
“Welcome to my little corner of the universe,” he said as he opened the door and flipped on the light.
Emma walked in and looked around the room.
“This is great. It’s very minimalist. I hate really cluttered places.”
David took her coat and walked it to the bedroom.
“Thank you. I’m not really sure if it’s by choice or just out of necessity,” he commented as he laid her coat on the bed.
He turned around to find her standing in the bedroom doorway. His face turned a light pink.
“I’m sorry. Like I said earlier if I had known you were going to be coming back here, I would have packed away all my toys.”
Emma stood there without saying anything for what seemed like a couple of weeks before she spoke.
“That’s ok. Actually I have sort of confession of my own. I don’t really tell a lot of people about this but I’ve always been fascinated with BDSM. There aren’t a whole lot of people I know who would understand. It would all be way too weird for them. Maybe you could teach me about it all sometime.”
David grinned from ear to ear. “I would love to. Actually, I was going to bake some pork chops. It will take about forty five minutes for them to cook so I can show you a couple of things while they are in the oven, if you would like.”
“That would be great. I would love to get started tonight.”
“Well, feel free to look around while I start dinner.”
David threw a CD in the stereo and went to work on the food. Within fifteen minutes dinner was on its way.
He walked back to the bedroom. He was pleasantly surprised to find Emma sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the large wooden ‘X’. She was completely naked and ready to start her training.
“You don’t waste any time, do you?” he asked.
“Not at all. When I start something new, I like to dive right into it.”
“Well, I was only going to go through a couple of the basics tonight. But since you’re already undressed, I can get into it a bit further than I had originally thought.”
“I think you will find that I’m a quick study, “ Emma added with a big grin of her own.
David walked over and sat down on the bed next to her. Emma leaned over, wrapped her arms around his leg, rested her chin on his knee, and stared intently into his eyes.
“Ok... Let’s see...where to start? I guess I should tell you that BDSM isn’t really just all about sex. It’s more of a control thing for most people. There are three basic categories of people. You have Doms, Subs, and Switches. Doms are the one’s who like to be in control. Subs are the ones who like to turn control over to other people. And Switches are the people who will go either way depending on their mood or who they are with. I am personally a Dom. But there are those rare occasions when I will switch. I’m just guessing but I would say that you would be either a Sub or a Switch.”
“You would be right. I love strong decisive men. I love being with a man who can protect and control me. I would go through anything with a man like that. I love to make my man happy and fulfill his every desire. I’m not saying that I’m a total pushover or anything, but I definitely have submissive tendencies. I do get in moods sometimes where I want to be the one in charge so I guess I would be a Switch.”
“What sort of mood are you in right now, Emma?”
“Hmmmm... At this particular moment I think I would do anything that you say. I’ve only known you a short time but I would trust you with my life right now.”
David laughed. “I don’t think you have to worry about anything like that tonight. I’ll go easy on you since you’re a ‘virgin’.”
Emma burst out laughing. “It’s been a long time since anyone accused me of that.”
“I think I’ll get you started with a bit of light flogging and then maybe a little hot wax. But first we’re going to do a bit of leash training.”
He lit the candle on his dresser then took down a spiked dog collar from the toy rack and fastened it around her neck. He grabbed a long chain leash and fastened the end to the collar.
“If you’re a good sub, you get to walk on your legs. If you misbehave or I don’t think you have shown me the proper respect, then you will have to crawl on your hands and knees. I expect you to keep up with me at all times. If I stop, you stop. If I’m going to be in one spot for a while then you will sit or kneel at my feet. You know how a leash works.”
David grabbed the leash beside the collar and pulled Emma to her feet. He led her into the living room and ordered her down onto all fours. He walked her back into the bedroom and up to the St. Andrews cross. He lifted her wrists over her head and clipped the wrist cuffs to the eyebolts on either side. He strapped a pair of leather ankle cuffs on her and clipped them to the short chains at the foot of the cross. Emma pulled at the restraints but could not move. David lightly massaged her back and ass to stimulate her circulation. He didn’t want to leave any bruises on her first experience. He picked up a rabbit fur flogger and teased her. She could feel herself getting wet between her legs as he tickled her back with the ends of the fur strips. He worked the flogger in circles lightly grazing her back. She jerked and moaned softly as the fur tickled her bare skin.
He switched to a light suede flogger and lightly lashed her back and ass. Gradually he increased the force behind the blows. Emma’s muscles contracted and her body quivered as the ends of the suede strips thwacked against her skin. She could feel a warm glow starting to rise from her back when David switched to a heavier leather flogger. Her body lurched as it came down across her ass. She was loving it.
“Harder please harder!”
David drew back and flailed her harder. She moaned as he followed each blow with a tender caress from his free hand.
He put on a rabbit fur glove and softly ran it over her rosy back and bottom. While he was taking the heat from her tender skin, he discovered that she was ticklish. He picked up a large feather and began to tickle her mercilessly. Emma writhed and twisted as she tried in vain to escape. She laughed until tears were streaming down her cheeks. David listened to her gasping for air. He continued to tickle her until he thought that she might pass out. He swatted her back with the leather flogger to bring her back to reality.
He freed her hands and ankles and walked her over to the bed. He laid a large plastic sheet over the bedcover and pushed her down onto the bed. There were chains at each of the four corners of the mattress. He clipped the ends of the chains onto her wrists and ankles and again, Emma could not move.
David grabbed the candle off the dresser, walked over to the bed and sat down beside her. Slowly he tipped the candle sending drops of melted wax splattering onto her back. She winced and moaned loudly as he dripped the candle wax onto her ass. Soon her backside was covered in the hardening wax. Emma found the slight burning sensation on her back translated to heat and moisture between her legs. Her pussy was hot, wet, and ready to go.
“Oh God, I can’t believe that actually feels so good,” she said as she panted and moaned.
A buzzing sound from the kitchen let him know that the pork chops were done and the session was over. He placed the candle back on the dresser and walked to the kitchen leaving Emma tied and helpless.
By the time he returned, the wax on her body had completely cooled. He gently brushed it onto the plastic. When he had removed all the wax he sprayed a solution of tea tree oil and water onto the areas he had distressed. He massaged the mixture into her skin and brought out the rabbit fur glove. He gently brushed the ends of the fur over her blushing back and ass. When her skin had cooled down he unclipped her from the chains.
“I hope you enjoyed this enough to want to continue your training.”
“It was heavenly. I was always just a bit scared that I wouldn’t be able to take it. Now, I want more.”
“Very good. We can continue this anytime you wish. Right now I hope that you’re still hungry.”
“Oh you can put money on that. I’m hungry for a lot of things.”
David laughed and fastened the leash back onto her collar.
“Then let’s go eat.”
She had no problem getting dates but could never find anyone who shared her dark interests.
One afternoon before work, she decided that she would put a personal ad on one of the internet personal sites. Within a week her profile had generated over a thousand hits. Most of the guys who responded to her ad were typical professionals. She had no problems with that type of guy but she was looking for someone different. She had been out with enough yuppies already. She finally figured if she was going to find someone different she would have to look for them.
On her next night off she sat down at her computer and started searching through the men’s profiles. There really weren’t many guys that even caught her interest much less her eye. Finally she came across an ad from a guy with long hair wearing a leather jacket. She clicked on his profile to get his details. He looked like he could be the dangerous type she thought, a real bad boy. This excited her. She studied his picture intently. She could see a sort of childlike innocence in his deep green eyes. She decided that maybe he was worth an e-mail at least. She would lose nothing even if he turned out to be a jerk or some sort of maniac. She wrote out a short letter and hit the send button. All she could do now was to wait.
David was surprised when he found an email from the personals site. He had almost forgotten he had even placed the ad. He had never had very much luck with dating sites. He found the women to be a bit too mainstream to be interested in someone like him. David was a strange mixture of traditional values, left field philosophies, nonconformity and BDSM kink. He had always felt that finding a female who was like him would be impossible. He clicked open the message and read the short letter from Emma. Hmmmm... She looks like she could be just different enough to be interesting, he thought. He composed a quick response describing some of the more unusual things about himself. About ninety-eight percent of the time, his eccentricities were enough to send women running. He always thought that being up front about his quirks was the best way to go. It saved a lot of time that would have been wasted on dates with women who would just end up thinking he was just a freak. He sent the message not really expecting to hear back from her.
Later that afternoon he received a reply from her. She seemed to be cool with his quirks. He wrote her back with a bit more information about himself. Again she seemed to take it all in stride. He found it refreshing to find someone who was as nonjudgmental as Emma seemed to be. They exchanged a few more e-mails and finally agreed to meet.
David arrived at the bar half an hour early and found Emma already sitting at the bar. That was a good sign, he thought. If she was interested enough to show up early then she must have been pretty serious about him. She smiled as he sat down beside her at the bar.
“I’m Emma,” she said as she extended her hand.
“It’s very nice to meet you. I’m David but most of my friends just call me Dave. “
“Nice to finally meet you, too, Dave.”
They sat, talked, laughed and drank a few beers. Before they knew it, they had been there for four hours. It was almost midnight and they both were starving. At that time of night they knew it would be almost impossible to find a restaurant that was still serving dinner. Neither of them felt like eating drive through fast food.
“I know we haven’t know each other very long, but what would you say to me cooking you dinner?” Dave asked.
Emma thought that he was a nice enough guy. She had absolutely no misgivings about going back to his place. She thought it would be nice for someone else to cook dinner for her for a change.
“I would really like that. Dave. I can just follow you back to your place so you won’t have to drive me all the way back here.”
“That sounds like a plan to me.”
The two cars pulled up in front of David’s apartment building. He was really nervous about bringing someone back there on a first date but he felt like she would be able to handle his rather strange decor.
“You’ll have to excuse the place. I wasn’t expecting company this evening so I didn’t have time to put away my toys.”
“That’s fine, David. I’m really glad you liked me enough to bring me back here. Besides, a man who still plays with toys can’t be all bad.”
David laughed nervously as he answered. “Well, you haven’t seen my toy collection yet.”
The inside of the apartment was fairly sparse. He didn’t have a lot of furniture. Just a couch and chair, a TV, VCR, a large stereo, and a dining room table and chairs. His bed was on the floor in his bedroom and the only other things in the room were a St. Andrews cross and a huge rack of whips and chains. It had been a while since he’d had anyone he could play with. Even though she hadn’t mentioned it yet, he thought that just maybe, Emma would eventually warm up to the BDSM lifestyle.
“Welcome to my little corner of the universe,” he said as he opened the door and flipped on the light.
Emma walked in and looked around the room.
“This is great. It’s very minimalist. I hate really cluttered places.”
David took her coat and walked it to the bedroom.
“Thank you. I’m not really sure if it’s by choice or just out of necessity,” he commented as he laid her coat on the bed.
He turned around to find her standing in the bedroom doorway. His face turned a light pink.
“I’m sorry. Like I said earlier if I had known you were going to be coming back here, I would have packed away all my toys.”
Emma stood there without saying anything for what seemed like a couple of weeks before she spoke.
“That’s ok. Actually I have sort of confession of my own. I don’t really tell a lot of people about this but I’ve always been fascinated with BDSM. There aren’t a whole lot of people I know who would understand. It would all be way too weird for them. Maybe you could teach me about it all sometime.”
David grinned from ear to ear. “I would love to. Actually, I was going to bake some pork chops. It will take about forty five minutes for them to cook so I can show you a couple of things while they are in the oven, if you would like.”
“That would be great. I would love to get started tonight.”
“Well, feel free to look around while I start dinner.”
David threw a CD in the stereo and went to work on the food. Within fifteen minutes dinner was on its way.
He walked back to the bedroom. He was pleasantly surprised to find Emma sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the large wooden ‘X’. She was completely naked and ready to start her training.
“You don’t waste any time, do you?” he asked.
“Not at all. When I start something new, I like to dive right into it.”
“Well, I was only going to go through a couple of the basics tonight. But since you’re already undressed, I can get into it a bit further than I had originally thought.”
“I think you will find that I’m a quick study, “ Emma added with a big grin of her own.
David walked over and sat down on the bed next to her. Emma leaned over, wrapped her arms around his leg, rested her chin on his knee, and stared intently into his eyes.
“Ok... Let’s see...where to start? I guess I should tell you that BDSM isn’t really just all about sex. It’s more of a control thing for most people. There are three basic categories of people. You have Doms, Subs, and Switches. Doms are the one’s who like to be in control. Subs are the ones who like to turn control over to other people. And Switches are the people who will go either way depending on their mood or who they are with. I am personally a Dom. But there are those rare occasions when I will switch. I’m just guessing but I would say that you would be either a Sub or a Switch.”
“You would be right. I love strong decisive men. I love being with a man who can protect and control me. I would go through anything with a man like that. I love to make my man happy and fulfill his every desire. I’m not saying that I’m a total pushover or anything, but I definitely have submissive tendencies. I do get in moods sometimes where I want to be the one in charge so I guess I would be a Switch.”
“What sort of mood are you in right now, Emma?”
“Hmmmm... At this particular moment I think I would do anything that you say. I’ve only known you a short time but I would trust you with my life right now.”
David laughed. “I don’t think you have to worry about anything like that tonight. I’ll go easy on you since you’re a ‘virgin’.”
Emma burst out laughing. “It’s been a long time since anyone accused me of that.”
“I think I’ll get you started with a bit of light flogging and then maybe a little hot wax. But first we’re going to do a bit of leash training.”
He lit the candle on his dresser then took down a spiked dog collar from the toy rack and fastened it around her neck. He grabbed a long chain leash and fastened the end to the collar.
“If you’re a good sub, you get to walk on your legs. If you misbehave or I don’t think you have shown me the proper respect, then you will have to crawl on your hands and knees. I expect you to keep up with me at all times. If I stop, you stop. If I’m going to be in one spot for a while then you will sit or kneel at my feet. You know how a leash works.”
David grabbed the leash beside the collar and pulled Emma to her feet. He led her into the living room and ordered her down onto all fours. He walked her back into the bedroom and up to the St. Andrews cross. He lifted her wrists over her head and clipped the wrist cuffs to the eyebolts on either side. He strapped a pair of leather ankle cuffs on her and clipped them to the short chains at the foot of the cross. Emma pulled at the restraints but could not move. David lightly massaged her back and ass to stimulate her circulation. He didn’t want to leave any bruises on her first experience. He picked up a rabbit fur flogger and teased her. She could feel herself getting wet between her legs as he tickled her back with the ends of the fur strips. He worked the flogger in circles lightly grazing her back. She jerked and moaned softly as the fur tickled her bare skin.
He switched to a light suede flogger and lightly lashed her back and ass. Gradually he increased the force behind the blows. Emma’s muscles contracted and her body quivered as the ends of the suede strips thwacked against her skin. She could feel a warm glow starting to rise from her back when David switched to a heavier leather flogger. Her body lurched as it came down across her ass. She was loving it.
“Harder please harder!”
David drew back and flailed her harder. She moaned as he followed each blow with a tender caress from his free hand.
He put on a rabbit fur glove and softly ran it over her rosy back and bottom. While he was taking the heat from her tender skin, he discovered that she was ticklish. He picked up a large feather and began to tickle her mercilessly. Emma writhed and twisted as she tried in vain to escape. She laughed until tears were streaming down her cheeks. David listened to her gasping for air. He continued to tickle her until he thought that she might pass out. He swatted her back with the leather flogger to bring her back to reality.
He freed her hands and ankles and walked her over to the bed. He laid a large plastic sheet over the bedcover and pushed her down onto the bed. There were chains at each of the four corners of the mattress. He clipped the ends of the chains onto her wrists and ankles and again, Emma could not move.
David grabbed the candle off the dresser, walked over to the bed and sat down beside her. Slowly he tipped the candle sending drops of melted wax splattering onto her back. She winced and moaned loudly as he dripped the candle wax onto her ass. Soon her backside was covered in the hardening wax. Emma found the slight burning sensation on her back translated to heat and moisture between her legs. Her pussy was hot, wet, and ready to go.
“Oh God, I can’t believe that actually feels so good,” she said as she panted and moaned.
A buzzing sound from the kitchen let him know that the pork chops were done and the session was over. He placed the candle back on the dresser and walked to the kitchen leaving Emma tied and helpless.
By the time he returned, the wax on her body had completely cooled. He gently brushed it onto the plastic. When he had removed all the wax he sprayed a solution of tea tree oil and water onto the areas he had distressed. He massaged the mixture into her skin and brought out the rabbit fur glove. He gently brushed the ends of the fur over her blushing back and ass. When her skin had cooled down he unclipped her from the chains.
“I hope you enjoyed this enough to want to continue your training.”
“It was heavenly. I was always just a bit scared that I wouldn’t be able to take it. Now, I want more.”
“Very good. We can continue this anytime you wish. Right now I hope that you’re still hungry.”
“Oh you can put money on that. I’m hungry for a lot of things.”
David laughed and fastened the leash back onto her collar.
“Then let’s go eat.”
