I didn’t know he had this side to him.
When I brought up the idea of my boyfriend being a bit more dominant in bed I figured that maybe he would pull my hair, but this was beyond anything I could have imagined.
He took me through his house, to a room I didn’t know was there. He brought me in and showed me something unbelievable.
Whips, chains, restraints. A world I never imagined.
He’s so powerful. So strong. So dominant.
I love it.
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“You,” I clarified, “I want you to be more dominant in bed.”
“Oh,” he replied, sitting back as his eyes went a bit wide.
“It’s okay,” I said, pushing forward to him and sensing immediately that his hesitation was fear. Oh hell was I going to screw all this up with the most perfect guy ever, “We don’t have to.”
“No,” he said quickly, “No it’s not that.”
His voice trailed off and we sat there in silence for a moment, both of us struggling to find the next thing to say. Finally he squeezed my hand and pulled me to my feet.
“Come with me,” he said, pulling me down the hall, “I think this will be easier if I just show you something.”
We walked down the hall, past his bedroom to the door at the end of the hall. His office door which was always closed and always locked. He produced the key from his pocket and quickly and quietly unlocked and opened the door.
Pulling me inside the first thing I noticed was that it was completely dark. This space was supposed to be a storage room, basically a gigantic closet inside of his apartment. It was designed for that but he had said that he converted it for work instead.
Flicking on the lights I saw exactly what it was that he considered ‘work’.
The room was white and black, exclusively white and black. It wasn’t big, but it was functional, with storage along the opposite wall and the wall shared with the door. A large mirror on one of the other walls gave the space the feeling it was bigger than it was. The last wall had a series of hooks, loops, and various other attachments to it, their purpose obvious and clear once I saw the tools laid out on the shelves.
Crops, Rope, Blindfolds, Gags, Whips, Chains.
A series of restraints and implements used for pleasure, pain, and restrain.
I wasn’t unfamiliar with BDSM. I’d watched a few videos and read up a bit on it but I’d never experienced it, not anything beyond some fuzzy pink handcuffs I’d bought as a joke in college and nothing outside of some light spanking in the bedroom.
But I knew what this was. I knew what this place was.
“So when I said,” I spoke carefully, “I was more thinking of maybe pulling my hair and some light spanking.”