A Gentleman’s Journey in BDSM

Follow the adventures of Mr Nice Guy, an average Aussie man venturing into the big bad world of BDSM and kink for the first time.

A Gentleman’s Journey in BDSM

I won’t lie; I was quite nervous going to my first real fetish event. But I was determined to make it past that hurdle and I thought that going to a foot worship event would be the easiest for a beginner like me to go to. I was a little early in getting to my destination, so I timidly paced up and down the street before eventually walking in. The event had a female Top, male bottom dynamic. I walked into the entrance to pay the fee at the front counter and walked upstairs and sat down with the host of the event along with other people that were also waiting for the festivities to begin.
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After an unpleasant experience with a Domme, I found myself diving in head first back into the relative safety that is the vanilla universe. For years I had went on dates, ventured into nightclubs, and did all the things a 20 something bachelor does when looking or sex and romance. I had met a few people and had a few relationships; however deep down I knew something was just not right. I knew it was because that although I could enjoy a vanilla relationship, I needed kink in my life. However I was nowhere near ready to meet anyone else or engage in the scene, so I decided that the only course of action was to see a professional Dominatrix. This would take a bit of dedication as a student, as professional Domination isn't cheap. But I was determined to scratch the itch that had been building for a long time.
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For many of us, there is delight in the taboo. There's something delicious in that which is naughty and unspeakable. For me, one of my ultimate fantasies has always to be anally penetrated by a Dominant woman. The mere thought of it makes my toes curl and my belly ache. My cock twitches and I want to groan out loud. Let me take you through one of my favourite versions of this fantasy. I'm hoping when my anal cherry is stolen, it looks something like this.
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I was a bully in primary school. A completely different human being to who I am today. I was bratty, rebelling against authority, and rarely received discipline at home. I had the makings of a child that would be on the path of reckless abandon, and I felt no one could stop me. Putting sand down girls’ pants, pushing people around, stapling books together, I was a terror. Then one day, in Grade 4, I decided it would be big of me to pick on a girl one grade below me. I had slapped a sandwich out of her hands, and smashed it into grass with my feet. As I get my kicks out of seeing a little girl about to burst in tears, I feel two hands push against my back, and I land face first in the dried up mud. After I get over the initial shock, and turn around in the intent of tackling the guy who did this act.
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