Chapter 6: BDSM
April 10, 2017
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Chapter 6: BDSM

I’ve become so numb

Can’t you see that you’re smothering me

Holding too tightly, afraid to lose control?

Linking Park - Numb

SoundTrack: Linkin Park - Numb


Sunday, March 20, 2016.

Later this evening, I matched with a cute Anya who asked me up front: “What are you looking for on Tinder?”.
“Wow, I did not expect that question,” I said. “I was told that guys ask this when they are looking for sex!”
“But, I am not a guy ;)” she answered.
“Indeed. I want to meet interesting people. But, if things go well, I cannot deny my desire in taking things to the next level.”
“Let’s meet then!”

Monday, March 21.

We met at the Buddha bar which was half an hour away from my place. Despite the cold, I walked listening to music. I felt something different towards her, so I decided I wasn’t going to get laid with her. We’ll just be friends.

The conversation was smooth because her English was excellent. She was shorter than me, with B cup breasts, and she wore sexy school teacher glasses. She wanted to start her own business. Since I had about three years of experience in startups, I spent a lot of time talking to her about that area. But of course, the conversation had to get back to dating.

“When was your last boyfriend?” I asked her.
“About a year and a half ago.”
“That’s a long time.”
“I actually haven’t seen anyone since.”
“You must be a hermit! So, you never got laid since?”
“Wow! Why not?”
“I need to feel a connection with the person.”

At 11 p.m. I walked her to a bus stop which was 10 minutes away. When the bus arrived, I wanted to hug her. Somehow, our lips met and we exchanged what was the shortest but cutest of kisses I ever had. She swiftly broke it, and I watched her short body running towards the bus. Just before she hopped in, she turned around and looked back at me with a beautiful smile on her face.

Fuck the cold! This kiss warmed my heart and gave me the energy I needed to walk home.

Tuesday, March 22.

Chat with Masha

Masha: What are you doing today?
Me: Working.
Masha: How about I pass by?
Me: I dunno, I don’t feel like it. Maybe Friday?
Masha: Okay.

Wednesday, March 23.

Anya and I had dinner at a sushi restaurant. Then, we went for a walk around the cold city. My feet were frozen, but we stopped at a bridge and kissed which hardened my cock and warmed my body. We walked into a park and I wanted to kiss her again, but she stopped me.

“What’s the matter?” I asked, “You don’t want to kiss?”
“I do, but I’m wearing a skirt, and… kissing makes me wet. So, I’m cold!”
Holy shit!
“Is, that a bad thing?” I asked.
“No it is not, but you need to be patient,” she winked.

I walked her to her metro, but I really wanted to spend more time with her! I waited at the station entrance until she disappeared inside.

Chat with Anya

Me: I’m wondering, do you think I can take you out of your year and a half hermitage?
Anya: You can try ;)
Me: How about we have dinner on Friday at my place?
Anya: That would be awesome :)
Me: I’m a bad cook, maybe you can teach me something?
Anya: Ok, buy the food, and then I’ll teach you how to cook.
Me: How about we got buy them together?
Anya: Oh you lazy boy… fine!

Friday, March 25.

Chat with Masha

Masha: Are we meeting today?
Me: No.
Masha: But, you said we’ll meet on Friday!
Me: I said, ‘maybe.’
Masha: You really are an asshole! I thought we were going to meet tonight!
Me: I did not say yes for sure.
Masha: Seriously!
Me: Yes.

I never saw her again.

Arbat Metro Station. 7 p.m.

I eagerly waited for Anya at the exit of the metro station. We bought food then headed home. She taught me how to slice onion, and prepare chicken. She was the first girl I enjoyed kissing, and sex with her was amazing. I particularly loved that she was shorter. And for some reason, she awakened a strong foot fetish in me which I couldn’t resist sharing with her.

“What other kinks would you like to try with me?” she probed.
“Oh, God… Saying this freaks me out but… I’d love to call you mistress and have you completely dominate me.” This was the first time I was explicit about the way I wanted the girl to call me.
“Hmmm, I never tried it.”
“You could give it a shot.”
“What should I do?” she asked.
“You could start with a basic spank.”
“Alright, I’ll do this on one condition: I want you to count… in French!”
“Oh, you…”

She said it with such a confident and kinky voice that made me immediately hard. But, she did lack experience in kink and because of my impatience, I soon took back charge and fucked her doggy style while spanking her. Then, an alarm interrupted us.

“It is time for me to go!” she said.
“Why? Stay here for the night!” I pleaded.
“I live with my parents, and I can’t stay out of the home.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, very.”

I don’t recall if I came this night or not, but it was the first time I enjoyed sex time with a woman.

Chat with Anya

Me: I feel like writing an erotica story for you. Would you want to read it?
Anya: I would love to :)
Me: I’ll send it to you when I’m done.
Anya: Don’t.
Me: Why not?
Anya: Because I want you to read it for me out loud next time we meet.
Me: Oh!

Sunday, March 27.

I matched with Lera and had coffee with her in the afternoon. We went out for a walk, and on the way, we bought water at the grocery store nearby. I wondered if the cashiers ever wondered what the deal with with “this guy coming in every day with another girl…

“What are you looking for on tinder?” I asked Lera.
“I am collecting a list of people who stand out as being different than others.”
“Bigger cocks?”
“No,” she giggled, “bigger brains.”
“How many people do you have on this list?”
“So far, nobody. But, I might add you!”

We walked and talked, and talked and walked for like two hours. We finally rested our tired asses on a bench.

“I would have wanted to be a princess,” she said, “with a castle and lots of slaves.”
“Slaves?” The word alone gave me a hard-on. I imagined her treating me like her sex slave…
“Of course! They take care of everything in the castle. But, they can’t touch me.”
“Why would they touch you?”
“I don’t know, but they just can’t.”

Half an hour later, I dropped her at the metro station and went home. But something felt fishy. Did I fuck up? She made it clear that she did not want to get laid. But, was it a trick? Was I supposed to invite her over?

Chat with Lera

Me: I was in a dilemma. Part of me wanted to invite you over. But, another was afraid that by doing so, you would reject me because you only want me to be on your list.
Lera: You shouldn’t have been afraid ;)

Monday, March 28.

Anya and I cooked dinner again.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” she said after we ate. “In the meantime, go to the living room and get ready to read the story. Oh, and… you are not allowed to look at me until I tell you. Understood?”
“Yes, mis…tress.”

I am used to having the girl call me ‘sir,’ and not the other away around. But, I was excited to see what she had planned.

“Go ahead, read,” she said coming out of the bathroom.

I crouched on the floor in front of a table where my laptop was, and I read the story I wrote her while she slowly undressed me. The text was unedited, so whenever I fixed a mistake, she would pinch my skin and say, “just read.” I’d moan, and she’d pinch me again driving my me nuts. When I was done with the story, she sat on the couch and said, “You can look at me now.”

She wore long black tights, black panties, and a black bra. “Do you like what you see?” She asked.
“Fuck…” I whispered, swallowing.
“Open your mouth, boy,” she said then dug her right foot in it. I never experienced something remotely close to this.
“Now,” she proceeded, “take off my tights… with your mouth.”

I only recall seeing this in porn videos. Doing this in real life was a completely different story, and a huge turn on. But somehow, after I removed her tights, the power flipped back in my hands. I lifted her and dropped her on the bed. I locked her hands with mine and fucked her hard. But, no matter how horny I felt, I still couldn’t cum. She came three times, then she sat on the bed, lifted her leg, and said, “Cum while sucking my toes.” I came, then she left home, and…

I never saw her again.

Wednesday, March 30.

I was wrong about Lera. She did not want to own slaves. Quite on the contrary, she wanted to be owned as one.

“Put your hands behind your back,” I said while pinching her nipples and lifting them up.
“Ouch, that hurts,” she nagged.
I silently let go of her nipples and roughly slapped her small breasts.
“Are you arguing with me?” I said firmly then pinched her nipples.
“N… No…”
“No, who?” I said.
“No… sir…”
I released her breasts, grabbed her neck and whispered in her ear, “good girl.”

I pulled her hair and dragged her to the bed where I tied her up, and ball gagged her. Then, I fucked her for what felt like an eternity. On the bright side, the 7-minute workout was proving its worth because I noticed that I had a much better endurance in bed. No matter how hard I pounded her, neither of us ever came. An hour later, I gave up, and I came on her face. Then we slept.

Continue to Chapter 7: The Jew.

Piotr Yordanov

I am passionate about telling stories by using words, technology, and music.

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