Just a few weeks ago, this chair was simply a beautiful old Bauhaus designer piece – simple, timeless and definitely not part of my erotic fantasies. Now it stands there and innocently invites me to sit down. But it no longer deceives me, I now know what it really has to offer… And I want you to know too. But allow me to take a brief look back at how it all began and took its course. In the beginning – as so often – there was an end.
In this case, the end of a seven-year relationship. A good four years with a marriage certificate and a good two years without sex. The official end and my husband moving out were actually a relief – it gave me another chance to finally realize myself sexually at the age of 42. I had been aware of my submissive streak for many years and had found a partner in my husband who liked it, but unfortunately wasn’t dominant enough to demand it.
In short, I took a very targeted approach this time and thanks to the internet, you can at least roughly pre-sort the frogs. But since there’s no guarantee of a prince here either, it took a few months and a few more or less good dates before the right one showed up on my doorstep. Even his profile on the WWW was, at least for me, very different from the others. Just reading it made my head click and my stomach tingle.
Somehow I sensed that this wasn’t just about good sex, but really about dominance – and that starts in my head. It’s been two months now and since then I’ve finally been educated to become a “servant of lust”. In the following part, I would like to share a little of my pleasure and my suffering with you – and that brings us back to the chair in my bedroom. When my master took the chair from the living room upstairs to the bedroom one evening after dinner, I was surprised but didn’t think anything of it.
My bedroom is a large room with a dark wooden floor, elegant baroque wallpaper and a collection of beautiful old furniture. The atmosphere is reminiscent of a high-class brothel, just the thing for long, lustful evenings. First, my master made himself comfortable on the chair. I was allowed to undress for him and show him my body. I always like to do that, because I’m a little proud of my slim, well-rounded 167 centimetres.
Just undressing made me horny and when he blindfolded me, I was full of anticipation. The blindfold was followed by an elaborate arrangement of ropes around my breasts and neck. The light but constant pressure of the ropes made me even hornier. His invitation to sit on the chair was almost a disappointment. My body wanted sex. But the possibilities of being fucked sitting on a chair are not particularly good.
He led me the two steps to the chair, but instead of turning me around so I could sit down, he took my hands and then I felt something wet and cold. Lube. He made me lean forward and brought my palms together until I felt a thick dildo sticking up from the seat of the chair. While I softened the dildo with the lube from my hands, my bottom went cold. My master generously spread another portion of cream on my hot asshole.
I started to feel a little queasy and my fears were immediately confirmed. “And now…” he said, “turn around, pull your ass cheeks apart and make yourself comfortable on the artificial cock. ” His friendly “You can take your time” didn’t make it any easier for me. I love being fucked in the ass. But this XXL dildo wanted to tear me apart. Somehow I managed to take it inside me in its entire length and thickness, although I tried to reduce the pressure inside me a little by resting my arms on the backrests.
As you can imagine, this didn’t really work with the drilling cock in my ass… Then came more ropes that secured my arms and legs to the backrests and chair legs. Finally, a rope around my stomach and the backrest so that I couldn’t escape from my fat tormentor. I was not at all prepared for what came next. My master had pulled a kind of hood over my head.
I got enough air through the holes in my nose and mouth, but every time I breathed in, the material stuck more to my face. In addition, my hearing was impaired – and after a few minutes I found it increasingly difficult to tell where my master was. My tension increased… Suddenly there was a light touch on my arm, almost like a caress. The stroking switched from one arm to the other, moving down to my open thighs.
I was just starting to relax and enjoy the touch when I was hit on the upper arm. That hurt! My body tensed up and I tried to control the pain by breathing. But then the next blow came and more followed down my arms and along my legs. My body twitched with every stroke – and with every twitch it drove the dildo a little deeper into my backside.
As I tried to breathe the pain in and out of me, I quickly developed another problem: I was getting short of air! The accelerated breathing made the mask stick more and more to my face. When I no longer knew whether I should concentrate on the pain or the breathing, it was suddenly over. Relief spread and the tension in my body gradually eased… But suddenly an insane pain shot through my pierced nipples.
