BDSM | FIRST TIME | DISCIPLINE
I Agreed To Be His Sex Slave
My first experience as his pet is unforgettable.
“You’re mine now.”
Those are the first words he’s spoken since I arrived at his door, and they send a shiver down my spine. I’m really doing it, like in 50 Shades of Grey. I’ve agreed to be David’s submissive. I filled out the checklist, signed the contract, and agreed to show up at the designated time.
If I’m being honest, there’s more than a little shiver in my groin as well.
He led me to this room by the hand, and pulled me down on the floor before leaving. I only had a chance to glimpse the room briefly then, because I know from the contract I’m to look down at all times unless instructed. The room is not red like in the book, just a regular room, except for the rack of whips and floggers and another rack with ropes hanging over the bar. There’s a bed, a bench, and a dresser. I suspect that’s where the handcuffs and dildos and vibrators and butt plugs are. I had a bit of a longer look as I undressed — also part of the contract, naked at all times — but I stripped in a hurry and got back into position.
I didn’t know when he’d be back.
