As a young school student, I had all the time been drawn to older men. So when I met my professor, Dr. Scott, I couldn’t help but feel my heart racing every time I was around him. One day, as I was chatting with him after class, he asked me if I wanted to explore my kinky side. My heart leapt with excitement as I eagerly said yes.
He invited me over to his house that weekend and instructed me to bring a short dress and high heels. When I arrived, he sat me down on his couch and blindfolded me. I could feel him moving around me, whispering in my ear and gently touching my body. I was already getting wet with anticipation.
As he led me into his bedroom, I could feel my heartbeat quickening with excitement. He laid me down on the bed and tied my wrists to the bedposts, and slowly began exploring my body with his hands and mouth. He caressed every inch of my body, tormenting me with pleasure as I gasped for air.
Then he revealed his kink to me – he wanted to be the dominant partner in a BDSM relationship. Despite my initial trepidation, I was excited by the prospect of submitting to him completely. And so we began exploring his kinks together.
He started by teasing me with a feather tickler, tracing delicate lines down my arms and legs until I was quivering with pleasure. Then he brought out a paddle and spanked me gently, eliciting moans of both pleasure and pain from me.
As the night wore on, he revealed more of his kinks to me, introducing me to bondage, nipple clamps, and other toys. I had never felt so alive, so free to explore my own desires and to be fully present in the moment.
Although we knew that our relationship was forbidden, I couldn’t help but want more. And despite the risks, we continued to explore each other in the darkness, the forbidden thrill of our BDSM connection burning bright.
