I was one of those who thought you should abstain from premarital sex. So did my boyfriend in high school. We dated for three years before graduation, and married six months later. Our first night together was one to remember.
I was dressed in a sexy white lace nighty with lacy panties. I came out of the bathroom at the hotel and he was sitting on the end of the bed in a pair of boxers, plaid boxers, staring at the TV.
He turned, looked at me and turned the TV off. He came over, kissed me, and picked me up. I am not a heavy lady, but he about dropped me half way to the bed.
He stood up and stared at me for a bit. He then lifted up my nighty so my sexy panties were in plain view. He reached down to remove them, but had no idea how. I undid the small clasp on each side and they came right off. He took off his boxers and did I ever get a sight.
I did not know it then, but that was the smallest dick in the world. It was smaller than a hotdog.
He crawled on the bed, came up between my legs and with massive easy slid it into me. I could hardly tell it was there, but he was already at work.
"Oh Baby" he said on his first push in. "Oh yes!" he said on his second. "OH GOD, baby," he said as two small spurts oozed from his wiener. He then rolled over and said "Oh baby, you are so good."
I thought this was sex. For six years, this is what I got every Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday nights. Then he divorced me. He said I was just not exciting him enough. He would not let me move during sex. He would not let me touch his minuscule wiener, and the guy kissed like a wet fish. And he divorced me, because I did not excite him anymore.
Well, one week after the divorce was finalized I had a date. It was a reasonably nice date. The man I was with, I knew had the hots for me. He had played with my ass all night. I think he touched my ass more that night than my husband had done during our entire marriage. So I decided to take a chance and go to his house after dancing.
If I had not been so stinking innocent, I should have noticed the handcuffs on the inside of the door, or the rings sticking out of the wall in the hallway. But I was clueless. I had had a good night even though I had started out in a really bad mood.
We were making out and he was slowly undressing me and I him. It was not easy because I had never really done this before. So he would tell me what to do and I followed along. I thought he had just gotten a clue about how clueless I was and was helping politely.
It felt great when he ran his hands up my body and grabbed my tits and rolled my nipples between his figures. I was in heaven.
He asked, "What can I do?"
So I told him anything he wanted.
"You will tell me when to stop, right?" he asked
"Oh yes," I replied.
He stood me up and we headed for the bedroom.
He had a whip on one wall and a few other things hanging around. He popped me once on the ass with a small paddle, and then moved me to the center of the bed. I knew this routine...I thought. Once lying completely naked in the center of the bed, he got some ice out of a small refrigerator he had next to his bed. He ran the ice on my skin.
"Kinky," I muttered, as he brought it up my body and began to circle my breasts.
My nipples were hard, and I felt the warmth between my legs, warmth of anticipation.
"You will tell me when to stop, right," he questioned me again.
And I again told him yes.
"I want to tie you to the bed," he said questioningly, and I nodded. He pulled out some leather cuffs, lined with fur and put them on my wrists, and ankles. He ran more ice on my nipples and areola. He tied ropes to the small rings on the cuffs and pulled the ropes tight. As he kissed my left breast, his hot breath painfully warming my frozen nipple, he told me he wanted to pierce my breasts. I thought he was going to pierce my nipples so I agreed being almost willing to do anything now.
He pulled out a fish hook and pushed it into my nipple. The ice had dulled the pain a lot, but it hurt and I wanted to scream out, but I held back. He put the hook straight in and then turned it to face my other breast. He iced the second seeing that I was still game and did the same. The exquisite pain burned through me knowing what he was doing. He tied a string tightly between my two breasts pulling them closer together.
It hurt and felt so good. I felt very much alive as he moved his head down between my legs. His tongue flicked out hitting my clit. It felt better than any time my own hand had touched it.
"I want to pierce you here as well," he declared. He had not iced my clit when I felt the cold steel hook enter the center of my clit. He went in a short ways and turned the hook into my flesh and brought it out the side of my clit. I was clenching my teeth as hard as I could not to scream.
He then tied two strings to it and pulled them tight, one to each breast. It hurt so good. I wondered why my lame ex-husband had never done this to me. He fingered my pussy lips until I began to squirm. As I did the strings pulled hard on my tits tearing deeper into the flesh. This was definitely a bitter sweet. The pain burned through me as the ecstasy of his touch did as well.
"Are you ready for some more," he asked and I nodded yes. He inserted another hook into my now warming nipples. These faced out. He tied strings to then as well and ran it out to the rings on my cuff, then to the tip of my middle finger. I could not move my hand without pulling the string and thus pulling the hook in my breast.
