Talking with Davey today, I was reminded of one bdsm/fetish relationship that I would have forgotten to mention! I dated a cross-dresser several years ago. He was into bdsm too (again, a sub who I switched with a little) and owned a wonderful array of bdsm gear. There was the spreader bar, the face harness with the leather gag that could be snapped on, the pvc maid’s outfits (gotten for him, but the open breasted one looked far better on me), various things for impact play, etc. I can’t remember all the stuff anymore. I’m still friendly with this ex-boyfriend and one time while out with a group of friends (i.e., I was drunk) I cornered him and asked what I had been dying to ask - does his wife know about the cross-dressing and bdsm? “We don’t talk about that,” was his response. Made bold by the alcohol in my system I told him that if he was looking to unload any of this bdsm equipment, to please keep me in mind. So far he hasn’t contacted me about that. Damn.
My first trip to a bdsm club was my very first date with this guy. It certainly goes down as the most interesting first date I’ve ever had. We met at La Nouvelle Justine (is that even around any more?) a bdsm-themed restaurant in New York City. He was in drag and I have to admit his legs looked better than mine. *sigh* We ended up stopping by his apartment so he could change shoes, then we went to a TV bar and hung out with a bunch of other transvestites. Next, we went to Paddles, a bdsm club, my first ever trip to a bdsm club - on a first date! We only made out in the corner but it was fun all the same. He and I would visit Paddles various times through out our relationship (just under two years), pretty much always with him in drag. I was the first girlfriend of his to know about the cross-dressing. Despite times when he’s been a dick to me, I haven’t opened my mouth and told our mutual friends about it at all. I feel good having taken the high road. We played around with bondage and spanking. I remember one time he spanked me to the point where I had to invoke a safe word. The unfortunate thing is that he stopped everything after that. Meanwhile I was in a state where I would have LOVED to have been just taken and ravished right then and there. Somewhere on my computer is a photo of my red ass from that spanking.
After my relationship with him, again I dated a few guys and maybe there was some light bondage but nothing much. None of the relationships lasted all that long. In 2002, however, I met a couple on a herpes dating site. They were both into bdsm, she a sub, him a dom, and we chatted for a couple of months getting to know each other. Eventually I got to meet them and I went back to his place with them that very first night. (Yes, I’m a little crazy. I was terrified on the way over that they were psychos and I’d end up killed.) We would get together to do bdsm play every now and then. Often, I would drive over to his place, call them on my cell phone when I was nearly there, and they’d give me instructions for when I walked in. I was to get naked, put on the blindfold on the sofa, and the cuffs on my wrists and wait. Several minutes later they’d come out of the bedroom. They’d do different things to me - he of course enjoyed seeing me and her make out, they’d take turns spanking me, various experiences. I think he once had us drink champagne out of a bowl on the floor. It was a lot of fun but I often felt like the guest sex toy. I’d see them every few months off and on until last year. They’ve since broken up, and I’m not allowed bdsm play with anyone but MasterDoc now. (The last time I saw them, shortly after I had started seeing MasterDoc, they used a big dildo on me without warming me up at all, and it left me with soreness problems for weeks afterwards. After that MasterDoc was not so keen on letting me play with them. Actually, he was never keen on it, but he was letting me ‘grandfather’ in various people I was intimate with before I met him.)
I think I’ve covered all my bdsm experiences pre-MasterDoc at this point. I might have forgotten one or two, but the most memorable ones have been captured here. Too bad I didn’t keep a blog all along. The stories I’d have details for! My memory gets fuzzy all too quick. 2005 was the first time I went to a sex party - and I went as a single woman. I had become friendly with Audacia Ray through our blogs, and she had a friend who was also a blogger (and turned out to be a real dickhead, i.e., the guy who assaulted me) who hosted sex parties in his apartment. So only knowing Audacia from her blog and from meeting her once, I went to the party all by myself (knowing only her) and had a fantastic time. My sluttiness had finally found an outlet with casual sex parties. The number of lovers I have had since then is exponentially more than I had had before. I had always loved sex, but it took me a while to embrace being a slut.
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