I was face down on the mattress wasn’t I? Yes.

I can hear him moving about the room and wonder what exactly is happening. My mind still half on the job and half on my next fix. Maybe I should have taken a bigger hit before work tonight, I remember thinking this several times before the night was out. I can feel the bed shift next to me and he is guiding my head up, holding an apple- he places it before my mouth. I’m not hungry, I tell him which makes him laugh again, he pushes it againts my mouth again and tells me that It is to keep me quiet. A gag of sorts. I am hesitant when I bite into the apple just enough to keep it there, but I do it anyway. Despite the abuse and despite the drugs, I do very much enjoy sex and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t being turned on.

I tilt my head to the side and watch him pull out his dressing gown from his over night bag and remove the tie. He comes up behind me again and I feel him wrapping it around my wrists, crossing it over as many times as he can before tieing it off. My heart is beating a million miles a minute as I realise I am completely at his mercy and that I don’t mind. Every night you work the streets is a death wish, why not go out in the kinkiest way possible?

He tugs at my ponytail and I move my head back. He tells me that if I am a good girl he will fuck me, but if I am bad he will just leave me to lay there bound and gagged. I can feel how much he wants this by his cock digging into my leg. I hope he remembers to wear protection!

He returns to his bag and I wonder what other goodies are in there, when he pulls out a hair brush, now I am confused. I feel the cold plastic as he places the brush on my back and tells me not to move, then he stands in a way that I can see him rolling on the condom. Relief floods me and I can’t help but laugh to myself that I was more worried about catching an STD than I was about anything else. I feel him behind me again and the hairbrush disappears, reappearing against me arse. He gives me a swift slap with it causing me to bite a chunk from the apple, at the same time he buries himself in me.

He slams into me, holding my wrists in one hand and my ponytail in the other. It is painful at first and it is over before I can really get into it. He remains inside me for a few minutes, as he pulls out he unties my hands and pats my behind. Thanking me he moves away, allowing me to move to my side, I stare at this strange client. I had never been tied up like that before- nor had I ever really appreciated pain like that.

He joins me on the bed, taking off the pegs I had completely forgotten. I stare at them in his hand, they really are just two household pegs being held together by a simple silver necklace. He explains to me that his wife isn’t really into this stuff and that when he goes away he needs to be able to explain everything. Simple enough.

We sit on the bed together as he explains that there is so much more to the entire scene and that if I was availble he could take me to a dungeon- after some more time teaching me the ropes- and of course he would pay me for my time. I ask him about the money and he asks me if I would of considered doing anything like that for my normal rate. He has a point. He pats my knee and thanks me, telling me that he would shower and than return me to where ever I needed to go. I watch him walk to the shower and shake my head. Well that was different!

Well readers, that was my introduction to this wonderful world of BDSM! Looking back on it now, as introductions go- It was gentle and short. Trust me when I say things got more intense- I do intend on writing about them to. Unfortunately I have to get ready for my day job and run some rather boring errands.

Until next time.

-F