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Experience Report of a Sub in the SubWelt
My first time as a Sub – being tied up and whipped brought me to multiple orgasms. Three sessions in one afternoon.
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I arrived far too early. Fifteen minutes before the agreed time, I was still sitting in my car, hands sweaty, heart pounding in my throat. I seriously considered just driving away. Then his message came: “If you’re already here, come on in.”
I read it twice. My stomach tingled – there was no turning back now.
There was no reason to wait any longer. I got out, walked to the entrance, and took a deep breath. At the door I already felt that strange mix of nervousness and anticipation. He opened, greeted me calmly, and showed me first the terrace, then the large playroom. Everywhere there were ropes, whips, clamps – neatly laid out, as if a ritual was about to begin. I felt small, unsure, and almost automatically asked if I should take off my shoes. He just nodded and smiled.
On the terrace, with a glass of wine in my hand, I tried to make small talk, but my mind was already elsewhere. I knew: soon I would be standing naked in front of him. The thought made me shiver and wet at the same time.
When he said it out loud, it was as if he had read my mind: I should undress outside, completely. My hands trembled as I removed my clothes. Naked, with a blindfold on, I felt exposed – and at the same time free. As his hands explored my body, I realized that this was exactly the thrill: I had no control anymore. And I felt that he was acutely aware of each and every one of my reactions.
The first session was a play of contrasts. The sting of the whip, the soft touch of feathers, his warm hand between my thighs. At first I wanted to hold back, but at some point I simply couldn’t: a moan escaped me, unbidden. In that moment, a barrier inside me broke. I was no longer the woman from everyday life who always keeps control. I was Sub.
The pause afterwards felt almost unreal. Cheese, pickles, bread – completely ordinary food, and yet I was sitting naked on the terrace, full of endorphins. It felt as if he was nourishing me not only with food, but with normality itself.
The second session, tied to the beam outside, was the moment I completely let go. My arms pulled high, my body fixed, the wind on my skin – I was nothing but body. The strikes blended with the birdsong, the air, the creak of the wood. I stopped thinking. I was only feeling. When his hand suddenly slid between my thighs, it hit me like lightning. I cried out, unable to hold anything back, and suddenly I came without warning, in a trembling orgasm. He didn’t stop, but pushed two fingers deep inside me. With just a few thrusts he brought me to squirting – strong, uncontrolled, liberating. Tears ran down my face, not from pain but from lust, relief, surrender. It felt like pure happiness.
The pause afterwards was almost surreal. Chocolate and strawberries on the terrace, while my skin was still glowing and my body vibrating. I tasted everything more intensely than ever before, as if my whole body was tuned to sensuality. It was as if all my senses had been recharged. I only wanted to continue.
The third session in the playroom was raw and intense. No gentle introduction this time – he put me straight into bondage. Strikes, pulling, pressing – I moaned, I fought inside myself for a moment, and yet I wanted it all. My nipples were hard and burning, my skin on fire. When his fingers slid between my legs again, there was no stopping it. I climaxed once more, harder, wilder. My whole body cramped, I screamed, and then another powerful gush erupted from me. I hung trembling, wet and exhausted in the ropes.
When he finally released me, he held me in his arms. Outside it had grown quiet, the air cooler. I sat naked next to him on the terrace, completely drained and at the same time so full it overwhelmed me.
I knew: this experience had changed me. I had crossed boundaries I never even knew I had.
And I wanted more.
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