u/babystrawberry6

I’ve always been the quiet, good-girl type on the outside — 22, college senior, polite smiles. But for the last six months I’ve been secretly seeing a 34-year-old Dom who has completely ruined me for vanilla sex. Last weekend he pushed me further than ever, and I came harder than I thought possible while sobbing.

He texted me Friday night: “My place. 9pm. Wear a dress with nothing underneath. Bring your collar.” My pussy was already wet on the drive over.

The second I walked in he didn’t speak. He just locked the door, pushed me to my knees, and buckled the thick leather collar around my neck. Then he blindfolded me and led me to his playroom. I was shaking with anticipation.

He tied me in a tight chest harness with my arms bound behind my back, then bent me over the spanking bench and secured my ankles wide apart. The rope bit into my skin perfectly. I was dripping down my thighs before he even touched me.

“Safe word?” he asked.

“Red, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

He started with his hand hard, stinging spanks that made me yelp and squirm. Then the wooden paddle. By the time he switched to the heavy leather flogger my ass and thighs were burning and I was moaning like a whore. Every strike sent jolts straight to my clit.

He shoved two fingers into my soaked cunt and laughed. “Pathetic. You’re making a mess on my floor.”

Then came the nipple clamps the clover ones that get tighter the more you pull. He chained them to my collar so every time I moved my head it tugged painfully on my swollen nipples. I was crying and begging by the time he finally pushed his thick cock into me.

He fucked me mercilessly while pulling my hair and slapping my already bruised ass. Every thrust slammed the clamps and made the ropes dig deeper. I came so hard I squirted all over his thighs, but he didn’t stop.

He flipped me onto my back, legs spread and tied to the ceiling, and used the riding crop on my inner thighs and pussy lips while he fucked my throat. I gagged and drooled everywhere, mascara running down my face. When he finally pulled out and asked if I wanted his cum, I was so far gone I begged like a desperate slut.

He unloaded deep in my pussy, then plugged me with a thick silicone plug so his cum stayed inside me all night.

After untying me he made me crawl to the mirror and look at myself rope marks, bright red ass, tear-streaked face, nipples bruised, cum leaking around the plug. He made me repeat “I’m a pain slut who needs to be used” ten times while he played with the plug.

I slept that night collared, plugged, and curled up at the foot of his bed like a satisfied pet.

I’ve never felt more alive. The bruises are still there and every time I sit down I get wet again remembering it. I think I’m addicted to being broken.