As a submissive, Sarah had at all times been fascinated by the world of BDSM. She loved the feeling of giving up control to someone else, allowing them to explore her pleasure in methods she had never imagined. But there was one particular fantasy that called to her more than any other: the taboo temptation of exploring the boundaries of what was considered socially acceptable.
Sarah was hesitant to distribute her fantasy with anyone at first, afraid that they would judge her for her desires. But when she met Jack at a local kink party, something about him just felt right. He was dominant, but not in a way that made her feel uncomfortable. And when they started talking about their mutual love of taboo fantasies, she knew she had found someone who understood her on the deepest level.
Their first session started off slowly, with Jack tying her up and teasing her with gentle touches. Sarah could feel herself getting wetter and wetter as he whispered forbidden phrases in her ear, but he didn’t push her too far too fast. Instead, he waited until she was begging for more before he brought out the items that would fulfill her deepest desires.
First came the rope, a length of soft, silky fabric that Jack wound around her wrists and ankles in intricate patterns. The constriction made her feel helpless but safe, a gorgeous contradiction that sent shivers down her spine. Then came the blindfold, cutting off her vision and heightening her other senses to the point where every touch felt like fire. And finally, the feather.
Sarah had at all times been ticklish, which made her slightly nervous about the feather. But as Jack ran it over her bare skin, tracing the curves of her body and lingering in the most sensitive spots, she realized that the sensation wasn’t just ticklish. It was sensual, almost like a form of lovemaking in itself. She moaned and writhed, unable to contain the pleasure that was building inside her.
It was at that moment that Jack surprised her, leaning in and kissing her deeply. Sarah couldn’t help but respond, her body arching up to meet his. But as soon as it began, it was over, Jack retreating and leaving her gasping for air.
“Did you like that?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.
“Yes,” Sarah breathed. “What was that?”
“That was just the beginning,” Jack promised, picking up a flogger and running the strands over her chest and stomach. “Are you ready for more?”
Sarah didn’t hesitate. She knew that with Jack, anything was efficient. And as the flogger landed on her skin with a stinging sensation that sent shockwaves through her body, she knew that she had found the ultimate taboo temptation.
