My journey of exploring my sexuality and into discovering BDSM has been my most fun journey yet. My journey, this journey has opened my eyes to so many new things, new people, and new experiences. Not only was I discovering my sexuality, I was discovering myself too. For me, BDSM was an outlet, an escape, a place where I could have fun and truly be myself.
The BDSM community is a very close knit community. We have to be. Our lifestyle is not something that is readily accepted by society. There are so many presumptions and prejudices against people like me. This is why I want to tell my story. To show people how I view the world, what BDSM is to me. I want to show that BDSM isn't just a place for freaks, and messed up people, but a place for anyone. I want people to see my personal journey and hopefully help others understand, why I like the things I like, why I'm empowered by things that are not conventional, and how I fully embrace my sluttiness! I have learned so much over my years of exploration, sex and pleasure of course, but also about myself. My strength. My endurance. My ability to trust someone completely and how to allow myself to be vulnerable in the presence of another.
I was fortunate, I had someone I cared about and trusted, who shared the same interests as me. Better yet, I had someone who wanted to explore them with me. I have heard horrible stories of people abusing the nature of a Dominant/submissive relationship, taking things too far or using it as an excuse to beat their partner. I've heard of the 'not really kinky people' just using the BDSM community as a place to 'get laid', assuming all people who like kinky things are easy or slutty. What a lot of people outside of the kinky community do not know, is that only a small portion of the BDSM community are like that. Just like in every community there are always bad people.
To start my story I want going to give you some back story. My name is Emily. I am 21 years old. I am biracial, my mother is white, my father black, so my skin is a dark, caramel colour. I have dark brown eyes, that look black most of the time, but in the sunlight you can see their true colour, which is a muddy, silky chestnut. My hair is long, almost down to my waist, curly, and a dark chocolate brown. I'm 5'5 , I have nice full breasts and a nice ass, that is perfect for grabbing and holding on to. I identify as bisexual, and through my years I have been with both men and women, I could never choose, and I identify as a submissive.
My story starts with my high school boyfriend. His name was Jason, I call him Jace. I went to junior high and high school with him. He was gorgeous, tall, dark raven coloured hair, he had a permanent five o'clock shadow, and dark mysterious eyes. He was so muscular, broad shoulders, and a beautifully sculpted chest. With him I really developed my sexuality. Together, we discovered the world of kink. Some people do not have a defining moment of when they realized they liked something. For my interest in BDSM, I do. Of course, I had definitely heard about that type of lifestyle, knew somethings about it, but never really gave it much thought until one night with Jace a few years ago.
We were in our last year of high school, both recently turning 18. Every Friday night I went to his house and slept over. I had to lie to my mom, say I was sleeping at a friends, but she always believed me. To her, I was her perfect straight-A student, who aspired to be a lawyer, was in the school band, volunteered, and didn't even think about boys. That's how she still sees me, and I like that. I like being her perfect innocent daughter she never has to worry about. One Friday night everything changed. It started off just as any day, we did our homework, had supper, watched a movie, went to his room had sex. Now me and Jase have really good sex, for two teenagers, we really knew our way around the bedroom, of course I did not know what I was missing until one night.
We were in bed, lying next to each other, breathing hard. "I'm really sorry Em." Jace said this and looked at me. I could see the anxiety in his eyes, and for the life of me could not figure out why. We just had, well, what I consider the best sex we have ever had.
"For what?" I asked with honest curiosity.
"For spanking you as hard as I did, I guess I just got a little carried away in the heat of the moment! I'm so sorry!" He threw his arm to cover his eyes, facing away from me, ashamed. I did not respond at first, thinking back to a few moments ago. I was on all fours, his giant cock felt like he was splitting me open. I was loving every single second, and then he spanked my ass. Oh! Now I remembered, yes, he did spank me pretty hard. It hurt, I think, either way I kind of liked that pain, I mean it was only for a second either way.
I reached up to his arm and pulled it away from his face and gave him a soft kiss on his warm, soft lips, "Jace...I liked it." He turned to look at me, surprised. "I honestly did. It was kinda hot, it really turned me on."
His eyes were searching mine, trying to see if I was bluffing, just to make him feel less guilty. "But Em I know how hard—"
"I'm telling you I liked it!" More confident in my response now, "I really did! I'll admit it did hurt a bit, but in a good way. I know it doesn't make a lot of sense, liking the pain, but at that moment I didn't really notice it, all I know is I liked it."
"And you're not just saying that to make me feel better?" He was a bit less anxious now. "Let me see your butt." He sat up in bed, leaning back against the mahogany headboard, and he patted his lap. I crawled out from under the blankets, still naked from earlier and laid across his lap. After a pause, I felt him drag a finger over one of my ass cheeks, tracing patterns.
"That feels nice." I smiled to myself, content.
"I left my handprint..." He seemed upset. Sad that he hurt me.
