My first venture into BDSM

My first venture into BDSMAs a topic or subject it is something I never really gave much thought to, but the first time it had been raised, it was my older male cousin, who suggested I accompany him to watch some BDSM.I was intrigued, as he had been instrumental in my growing-up, on matters concerning sex, and we worked closely with each other, providing an outlet for each other, regarding pleasure, now pain was his forte, and he wanted me to get involved, and help broaden my lack of perceived understanding, on converting pain into pleasure, and as I approached my orgasm I looked back at him and said yes, then exploded in both pleasure and anticipation of what lay in store.Even though I had agreed to accompany him, I had not agreed to participate, just watch, but when he came to pick me up, he wanted me to change into stockings and garter belt, with string knickers and halve cut brassiere.In the car driving into the farm house, where the show was to go on to a select few men, he explained he wanted me dressed like that, so I would feel the horniness that was going to be very evident, as some men were going to be wanking themselves, and I would be privy to seeing them.I was intrigued by his choice of words, but picked-up the vibes that were emanating from him, he was clearly in a state of sexual arousal, and having me along with him dressed as I was, made for another female to amuse the men, especially those nursing hard-ons.Driving into the farmhouse entrance there were a group of cars and some men milling around, it was getting dark as the Winter sun had set some hours earlier, and my short black skirt did nothing to keep out the cold, or hide my stocking tops, and the goose-pimpled flesh, open to their view.As walked slightly behind my cousin the men stared to close in around us, nodding and shaking his hand, while leering at me and making no effort to hide their appreciation at my presence.I entered the main room of the farmhouse, which belonged to the ‘Master’, the experienced man who would dominate his willing slave, while the voyeurs pleasured themselves, in the darkness of the surrounding areas where we would sit.He had a bar in one of the corners so everyone including myself were free to help ourselves to a drink, and I downed a couple of stiff Gin and Tonics, as some of the men gathered around me asking if I was one of the slaves and complimenting izmit escort me on my lack of dress.So far I was the only female in the room, outnumbered by 19 to 1, 19 fucking horny men and one scantily dressed teenager, I did not fancy my odds if things got out of control.I downed my second drink and went to the toilet, and as I walked in there was a women in her 30’s making her face-up as I made my way to the toilet seat. ‘Do you mind if I piss’, I asked her as my bladder was bursting due to the cold and alcohol, ‘No girl’, she replied, ‘Be my guest’ and she continued with her eye-liner. ‘You here for some action?’, she continued, still applying the liner, ‘Just here to watch you, I guess’, I replied as she looked at me as I stood up and pulled my string into my ass and over my hips.’Not much there, honey’, she added, nodding to my crotch and lack of covering on my genitals, I did not reply.’So what is it exactly that you do here’, I enquired, ‘Pain love, some pain, and some sex, one is the same as the other, and the guys enjoy and some join-in’ she continued in a matter-of-fact way.I looked her up and down, and liked what I saw of here, she was in good shape, had an easy going attitude, but determined and submissive all rolled into a woman who knows what she wants, and as she walked towards the door, she patted her pussy and winked, ‘Time for fun’ and walked out, leaving me liking her and looking forward to watch her in action, and as I walked out, I patted my own pussy, and I liked what I felt and walked into a room full of men.It was a shade darker now and the air was heavy, as were the guts of some of the men a pushed between. There was a wide range from young to old, ignorant to intelligent, and sleazy to sleazier.As I moved between them it was pointless objecting as hands were sliding across my exposed bottom and in between my thighs, it was dark and I was actually enjoying the groping but pushing through to my place, guarded by my cousin, who had a broad smile on his face, noting the number of men sliding in to feel me as I passed them, finally reaching my seat I sat down, a tad agitated, now the touching had stopped, and wanting to make the return journey back through the throng, just to have my string ripped-off and used as a trophy for some desperate wanker.My cousin gave me another double to which I took a long drag, noting izmit anal yapan escort the number of pairs of eyes on me, I was still the only fuck meat in the room and I was wet with the sense of desire, fermenting in the men surrounding me.A call went out for everyone to place their order for a drink as the show was about to begin and as people jostled for the best view I somehow had a clear opening and unobstructed vista, as if the men in the room wanted me to see everything happening to the other girl, needless to say, I was also surrounded by men, very close and within touching distance, instinct told me I was fast becoming part of the fun for the men around me.Strange to say when she came out she looked incredibly feminine, there was an intake of breath from all around as her beauty was reinforced by the fact she was not wearing knickers, and this was so rudely exposed when she was forced across a waist level bar and her wrists were tied to her ankles, which in turn were tied to the opposite ends of the bar, so her cunt opened like a flower, to the salivating men, glued to the vision.Her brassiere was ripped from her upper body so her heavy breasts swung in a pendulous motion, jiggling and reverberating to her every squirm, as she was manhandled roughly, during her immobilisation, trussed and fixed, as some men started removing their clothes in readiness to use her.I was not counting how many men were now in the room, I was drinking and I knew I was the only female in the audience, not as naked as the woman on the stage, but not wearing enough to them fucking me.One rough looking man cleared the area and took a thick heavy leather belt from his pants, stood at arms length and brought it hard across her buttocks, with a thunderous crack. She let out a gasp as the red welt rose clearly across her naked ass, alabaster white skin in contrast to sharp reddening welts.The beating continued across her buttocks and the flesh exposed above her stocking tops, then down the back of her thighs and on a couple of occasions, he callously brought the leather tip onto her labia, making her scream in pain, as her genitalia started swelling and tears ran down her face.There was sadism in the belting and after a number lashes the cruel man disrobed and stood facing his helpless victim sweating and breathless, listing izmit yabancı escort to the cheering men around the room.He raised his hand and silence fell, he stepped forward and lunged into her, and started fucking her, transferring her blood, flowing freely from the severe beating he had just administered, into his pubic hair and it dripped from his balls as they flopped and banged against her, much to the cheering of the men around me.Men were masturbating next to me, feet from where I sat, but inches from behind me as their penises were becoming entangled in my long hair and as if on cue I had my first load down my neck, then a second shot into my left ear, filling the cavity and causing deafness.I knew I had to sit and let it happen, it was inevitable, and men moved in and out to dispense their semen onto my body, or as one man did, pumped his entire ejaculation into my drink, followed by another, then silence except for the humping on stage, I sat with this tall glass half filled with drink and two loads of semen, so I raised it to my mouth and swallowed everything, thrilling myself at my bravado, and screaming more, come on guys I am thirsty.I was pulled from my seat and had all my clothes removed. I stood naked in front of one old man who was fucking the girl tied to the beam.I was unsteady on my feet and looking down only realised I was holding a thick bamboo cane, ‘Give it too him’ came the cry from around the room, and I looked at the contorted pleasure written across this old mans face, ‘Yes baby’, he said, ‘Whack my fucking ass’ he hissed through clenched dentures, so I whacked his bare ass as he fucked and I was very turned-on by what I was doing.Then I realised I was being fitted with a strap-on and guided into him, soon with a little practice I was fucking him as he fucked her, what a blast, then it was my turn.The cane was brought down hard on my ass, so I screamed and before the pain subsided there was another and so on and all I did was bite the old man I was connected too in his back, but soon the pain melted into pleasure as I realised someone was inside my pussy fucking me, then another and so on until I lost count.I felt very sick and threw up over the couple under me, but the fucking continued, each thrust into me causing another eruption the cascade out of my mouth, until I was retching and heaving.I later found out all my drinks were spiced so the minute I walked into the room there was no way out for me.I walked around for two weeks bearing scars from my caning and looking very closely today there are faint scars to show the day my soft flesh came into contact with bamboo and a host of cocks.