Bound and used as a female slave in the desert

A woman's BDSM fantasy brought to life through the SubWelt: bound and whipped as a slave in the desert under the Gran Canaria sun.
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My fantasy always was: to be naked, bound, and completely exposed in nature. Available to anyone. This fantasy has the appeal of absolving me of any guilt: because I'm bound and defenseless. This way, I can feel free to indulge my fantasies without feeling guilty. I imagine myself tied up naked in the desert, sweating in the sun, filled with both fear and joyful anticipation that someone will come along and take me. To bring this fantasy to life, I found the websites of SubWelt. The offers there are very tempting. Should I contact them?

Contacting my dreams

I click the WhatsApp button on the website. "Hello SubWelt" is automatically inserted as the text for the first message. Should I send it like that? It's a greeting, sure, but it was pre-filled. What will the recipient think? A standard message. Will he even respond? Perhaps it's rude to simply reply with such a generic greeting? My thoughts are racing. My fantasies are pushing images into my mind. Here I am now. On the threshold, on the verge of connecting with my dreams. In this situation, where my dreams could suddenly become reality, one thing becomes clear: I first need to work on articulating my dreams. I delete the "Hello SubWelt" and close WhatsApp. I need some time for myself.

Do I really want to live my fantasy and be a female BDSM slave?

My heart is pounding, my thoughts are racing. I was just about to contact someone who would fulfill my deviant and absurd desires. I'm in shock. One simple click and my desired reality would have been real. I feel an inner panic that won't subside. Breathe. Just breathe in and out.
My thoughts are ping-ponging between "You can't do that" and "I want that." The next inner cry is simply "Yes!" Why not? I'm living now, I've carried thoughts of bondage and whippings within me for years. Why not? Deep down, that's exactly what I am. Nobody actually has the courage to live that, have they? Am I an exception, someone who never experiences what she dreams of until the end of my life? I don't want that. No, I want to live. I want to be the woman who fulfills her dreams. I usually always adhere to conventions, I hold back, I'm decent and "well-behaved." - Nobody needs to know that I'm flying to Gran Canaria to fulfill my sexual fantasies. Nobody.
And immediately an inner shudder is shaking me: "Nobody?" - I'm going there on my own, alone, getting enslaved, ending up in some Arab harem or cellar or, or - or? Help! And mypanic is back. "What am I doing here?"
Shutting down my laptop lid eliminates the possibility of indulging all my desires. Done. That's it. I am me. Perfectly normal.

Reality and my sexual desire

I simply go to work. My days unfold as they should, as they are. I'm friendly, I work conscientiously, and people like me. I feel secure in this normality. Everything is fine. This gives me stability and the foundation for my life. That's just how it is. Days go by when I successfully suppress thoughts of Gran Canaria. I avoid any self satification in the evening and in the morning. Coffee and my whole-wheat rolling in the morning give me the routine of experiencing another day without any particular incidents. Wonderful.
Wonderfully unfulfilling!
Suppression doesn't work. My body resists vehemently and vividly brings my desires back into my thoughts. My body remains permanently aroused. I feel like I'm constantly leaking. I keep checking my clothes. This moment of "Hello SubWelt" had a profound effect on my physical well-being. It was real for a brief moment. My dreams, fantasies, and absurd ideas were real, even if they weren't acted upon. I keep bringing this moment back to mind. "Oh, how wonderful!" How wonderful it is to bring these seconds from my memory into the present. I'm melting away. I can't even try to describe everything else that's going on inside me. Unspeakable thoughts, images, and desires are taking over contol. I've arrived in the reality of my imagined fantasies. All that's missing is the click of the little paper airplane that would send the message.
I want to prolong this feeling. My idea of ​​writing a text first inspires me. It brings reality closer to me again.
Since it's about something so private, I'll open up in my initial message. "Hello SubWelt" won't do it. I ponder a suitable text. After some back and forth, I've written a text that I hope is appropriate:

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Hello SubWelt! My name is C, I'm 28 and I live in London. I'm very interested in a BDSM vacation as a submissive slave. Could I get the password for the pricing page? Kind regards, C.

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I quickly decided to send the text by clicking "Submit." I didn't think about it anymore. I just sent it. Did I really do that? Let's see what happens now.

Closeness and Trust

I reread my sent message and I see the activity indicator in the bottom left corner. The recipient is typing. These blinking dots seem so real. There's someone. There's someone replying to me right now. I stare at the screen. I'm nervous. He types for a long time. Those seconds stretch into what feels like minutes. My body freezes in the same way my gaze is fixed on the screen.

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Hi C., I'm happy to meet you and read about your desire to book a BDSM vacation. Absolutely! Could you tell me more about your fantasies and whether you have any BDSM experience?

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The chat with SubWelt is very informative and at the same time very direct. I learn the access to the pricing page (spain). We write about sex-related topics as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Without taboos, without inhibition. I really like that, and it immediately turns me on. For the first time, I can talk openly about my fantasies. And I'm simply understood. The operator of SubWelt quickly becomes very familiar and approachable. Perhaps also because I opened up so quickly and deeply. When the barriers of morality fall away, when you can simply talk about sex without taboos, a complete opening happens almost by itself. I enjoy that. I feel seen and can express my otherwise hidden thoughts. He suggests we have a WhatsApp call. This brings back a feeling of anxiety. Typing offers a certain distance. But speaking is already a big step into being bound. I'm intrigued and say yes.

Bondage and whip marks in the sun

I liked his voice from the start. He has a depth in the sound of his words that captivates me. I feel comfortable. My fear is gone. I hear his Swiss accent and of course I ask. I learn a lot about him. He is very open. This all feels good. This familiarity allows me to speak openly about my imagination.
I want to be tied up naked in the sun. Whoever comes over can look at me, touch me, play with my body and take me. I would like to be blindfolded while doing this. Although I would like to see who is there. There are these dunes near Maspalomas. You read a lot about sexual activities there. Is that possible? He denies this. This is not permitted, even though it is being done. There would be resorts because this is better and, above all, legally feasible. These are swinger resorts. During the conversation he also sent me links to these places. He can tie me up there and, depending on how much they like each other, you can also ask the people you get to know there if they would play with me.
That makes everything a little more realistic. In the end I get what I really want. Just the way is a little different. I continue to ask if he will take care, that nothing unwanted happens and if he will do the aftercare. You never know who has something in mind. He calms me down. He's always there and explains to me what happens in the swinger scene. This scene follows rules that I get along with very well. I didn't expect the way this is going. It all feels very nice.
In addition to visiting resorts and clubs, I live in his house. If I want, completely as his slave or only with agreed play times. He will tie me up and spread myself in the living room, play with my body with lots of toys and he will whip me. All these influences we discuss in advance.We will find my boundaries between pleasure pain and real pain. That really appeals to me because I have no idea if I could even tolerate it.
In addition to the BDSM games, excursions are also possible. We can go to the nudist beach for seamless tanning, eat in restaurants in the towns and take tours of Gran Canaria. He is my companion all the time when I want him to be. Of course I can also go alone by a rental car. But I don't intend to do that at all.
I ask about the slave training he offers on his website. I realize, that in addition to slave positions, emotional attitudes are also an issue. Feeling like a slave, always ready and available. In addition to technical skills such as cock knowledge, I am whipped every day, tied up and the most important thing: I can give him my body as a present, especially my sexuality. I belong to him at this time. Totally.
This all excites me incredibly.
I want that.

The story continues: The BDSM plane