My First Experience with SM Training

My First Experience with SM Training
I stumbled upon SM by chance and became madly in love with it. I often fantasized about having a very domineering master, and being his obedient slave, bitch, and slut. To realize my fantasy, I spent my days browsing SM websites, and finally one day I decided to post a thread seeking a master. I immediately received many replies, and I chatted with a few people who seemed nice.
Later, a man gradually attracted me. His conversation, his knowledge, his understanding of SM, and his thoughtfulness and care all made me feel that he was the one who could help me realize my fantasy. Later, we video chatted, talked on the phone, and had several online and telephone training sessions. Finally, we decided to meet and turn our illusory passion into a real experience. He specified
what I should wear, required me to shave my pubic hair, and insisted that I arrive at the meeting place on time.
Despite having already communicated and gotten to know each other a lot, I was still very nervous, but I had to go because I wanted to know the real feeling of SM.
When I arrived at the agreed location, it was a not-so-luxurious chain hotel, and he was already waiting for me in the room.
He knocked on the door and simply greeted me, his tone cold and confident. Once inside, he closed the door and, instead of inviting me to sit, ordered me to take off my pants. He wanted to check if I had shaved my pubic hair as he had instructed.
Seeing that my vulva was no longer the hairy mess he had seen in the video, he smiled with satisfaction.
He asked me to sit down and told me that if I didn't obey his orders, he would immediately kick me out of the room. Then, he brought me a cup of steaming hot tea. I took the cup, hesitated, and looked at him, not wanting to drink it, because I had heard too many stories of being drugged and raped.
He noticed my hesitation and knew what I was thinking, so he told me he would give me a drink that was absolutely free of any drugs. Saying this, he ordered me to undress, then grabbed my hair and dragged me to the bathroom, ordering me to kneel in the bathtub. He unzipped his pants and started urinating on me, saying, "Drink this, it'll be fine."
The clear, warm liquid poured over my hair and cheeks, mingling with my tears of humiliation, but I felt excited. I knew I had truly met a cool master. Although I didn't open my mouth, some of the fishy liquid still flowed into it.
After being gently cleaned by my master, I was taken back to the room. He took out a thick brown rope and bound my naked body tightly. I felt my hands, which were held high behind my back, immediately go numb. The fine fibers of the brown rope pricked my delicate skin, and even the slightest movement caused a needle-like pain. Then, my nipples were clamped between large metal folders, and the piercing pain made me groan.
He made me half-lie against the headboard, raising my legs and spreading them out in an M-shape, then he leaned in and examined my lower body closely. "Tell me, how many men have you been with before and after your marriage?"
He played with my labia with his fingers, then inserted two fingers into my vagina, thrusting them in and out as he asked.
"Two."
"Impossible."
He flicked my clitoris with his fingers, and my body involuntarily curled up. "Your labia are so large and dark, how could you have only been with two men? Tell the truth, or you'll be punished." "
Oh, I really don't remember. Except for a few special ones, I don't remember exactly how many men I've been with."
Knowing he was an experienced man, I had no choice but to answer honestly.
"Let's talk about the special ones. First, tell me about your first man, you definitely remember that."
"My first man was a neighbor, an old man in his fifties, who seduced me when I was 13. Then there was my first love, my college classmate, and then my husband."
"Oh, all of that was before marriage, right? What about after marriage?"
"I only remember cheating on my best man with me on our wedding night, then having sex with two of my husband's friends, and then swapping partners with my husband."
"Ha, you're incredibly slutty! You've been with so many men!"
Saying that, he slapped my vulva hard, making my juices splatter and causing me to scream. I thought to myself, if I wasn't slutty, how could I be tied up here and played with like this?
"In that case, I'm going to teach you a lesson. Turn over and lie face down!"
Saying that, he took out a leather whip from his bag and stood behind me. "Tell me, how many men have you been with?"
"Let's say 20."
"Fine, then I'll whip you 20 times. You can count them yourself."
The whip lashed repeatedly against my upturned buttocks, and it really hurt. I didn't know why I had come here to endure this stranger's toying, whipping, and verbal humiliation, and tears welled up in my eyes again. But my lower body was also uncooperatively wet, and vaginal fluids flowed down my thighs.
"Alright, now you can serve me."
He threw away the whip, untied the ropes binding my hands, and removed the clamps from my nipples. My arms, now freed, felt a tingling, needle-like pain from the return of blood, and it took a while for me to adjust. I looked at the deep marks on my arms and the skin pierced by the fibers of the rope, and felt a pang of sadness.
Just as I was kneeling before him, trying to give him oral sex, my phone rang. I knew it was my husband calling because before I came to see him, I was worried something might happen, so I called him and told him I was going to meet someone I met online and asked him to call me in two hours. My husband understood what I meant and didn't ask any more questions.
Just as I got up to answer the phone, he was about to climax, so he held my head tightly to prevent me from getting up until he ejaculated all his semen into my mouth before letting go.
I hurriedly swallowed the slippery liquid, not even bothering to wipe the semen from the corner of my mouth. Just as I picked up my phone, I heard my husband's anxious voice on the other end: "Hello, what's wrong? Where are you? Why did it take you so long to answer the phone? Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, don't worry, it's nothing. I just didn't hear the phone ring. I was eating, it's too noisy here. It's okay, it's okay."
"It's past 10 pm, why are you eating so late? Where are you? I'll come pick you up right away, it's getting late, we should go home." "
Oh, no need, no need, I'll be right back."
"No, I have to come pick you up. Tell me where you are?"
I know my husband's temper; his mind is not to be changed. I had no choice but to tell him the name of the hotel. After hanging up, I apologized to him, saying that I could only go this far today, and my husband was coming to pick me up.
He seemed a little nervous after hearing my words, saying that it was indeed getting late and he also had to go home, and quickly got up and tidied his clothes. Seeing that he didn't seem satisfied, I felt a little apologetic, so I took the initiative to kiss him, saying that I would definitely make him enjoy himself properly next time. But I knew in my heart that maybe there wouldn't be a next time.
Back home, I lay in my husband's arms, letting his warm hands caress my skin. He looked at the marks from the binding on my arms, the several lacerations, the whip marks on my buttocks, and the chafed nipples, and said with heartache, "How can you not care about yourself at all? Look at what he's done to you! It makes me so angry!"
My head rested on my husband's chest, my hand tightly gripping his hard penis, stroking it up and down, and I sighed as I replied, "I'm just cheap!"

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