Freaky

We started chatting casually, and then I introduced him to some friends that had gone with me to the pool. I knew instantly that we had chemistry. My friends liked him, so it was a nice match.

Afterwards, we just exchanged phone numbers and kept in contact. He was a bit shy at first, but then he began to open up. Fast forward a few months, and we are an official couple. This was a bit over a year ago. And in that short time, I have learned many things about my boyfriend and about myself that I never imagined I would like.

My family also loves him. At first sight, we’re like a normal, lovey dovey couple, but in private we’re far from that. It turns out that my boyfriend loves BDSM and he got me into it. Although I was afraid of it at first, he knew exactly how to slowly but surely get me into it. He started with soft stuff, handcuffing my hands and fucking me. It was good, it felt like I had little control over the situation and I liked the feeling of being dominated.

Then he brought in a bit of pain into the mix, and started to use candle wax over me. He spilt it hot over my tits, with my hands tied and my mouth taped, there was little I could do. Eventually, I turned the pain into pleasure. Now, he fucks my asshole hard while letting the candle wax fall slowly over my breast and abdomen, letting it cool off there.

We began to explore other things as our relationship moved forward, each new one becoming more and more exciting. I remember when, on Christmas Eve, I asked him to come have dinner at my house and that night we had amazing sex, while my family was sleeping. It was one of the riskiest and most exciting sexual encounters we have had yet, painful yet very pleasurable.

Dinner went on normally. Of course, we were asked stuff most normal couples get asked, and also some joke questions. I love how my family and my boyfriend get along so well. After everything was done, after such a long night, all I could think of was sex. After my family went to bed, my boyfriend and I got into my bedroom and locked the door.

We sat on my bed and he began to finger me after taking my dress off, while making out. We looked like a teenage couple for a few moments, until he took out the handcuffs from my desk’s drawer and put them on me. Then he undressed, got a pinecone from the Christmas tree and began to fuck my pussy with it. It was a weird texture but felt good nonetheless. He left the pinecone in my pussy, then began to fuck me in the ass while spanking me hard. My butt was red from the spanking and the thrusting, but I buried my face on the pillow so my moaning would not be heard.

He turned me over the bed, took the pinecone out of my pussy and put it on my mouth, then bent down to eat my pussy. Then he grabbed a big dildo I kept hidden in my closet and began to fuck me with it. I just let him do as he pleased, while my hands were tied and I could do nothing to stop him. It was wonderful. By now I could not bury my face in the pillow, so he had put the pinecone there so my moaning would not be so loud. He stood up and began to penetrate my pussy hard with his cock, then took the pinecone out of my mouth and inserted his fingers into it.

We fucked like this for a good while until he came, he let out a big load over me then I picked up the semen with my fingers and began to suck it off them. He took photos of me, a mess on my bed, with his phone that he still has saved. When I am not around to please him, he likes to get off to pics of me he takes after we have sex, after he leaves me being a wet, fucked mess.

We just slept together that night after fucking, and the following morning was a normal Christmas morning. I think his gift for me was that amazing sex and that was enough. I wonder what will he bring for this year’s Christmas? I know that by then, taking in consideration all that we have learned together, will be much better.

The latest thing we have tried is whipping, something he tried to get me into a while ago. When I finally agreed to, he taped my mouth and got my hands tied together, then, from across the room, he stood naked calling for me, stroking his dick as I looked at him from afar with puppy eyes. He told me to crawl to him, and so I began to. While crawling, slowly, feeling my pussy get wet with just the thought of being fucked by him, he began to whip me with a black leather whip he had bought.

The whipped me on my back and kept walking backwards, to make my trajectory longer as I crawled to him, to get that dick to satisfy my wet vagina. My back was red and had marks already, but the pain was starting to feel pleasurable. I think it even made me get wetter, because I was leaving a track of vaginal juices as I slowly crawled to him. When I finally got to him, he held me up and kissed me, then began to fuck me while carrying me.

He sat me down on a kitchen counter, then took a big cucumber and began to fuck my pussy with it while putting his fingers deep into my throat, almost making me choke. I began to squirt like crazy after he took out the cucumber, so he just put his dick into my pussy as if he was trying to calm my squirting. I got his dick soaked wet, and my legs felt like gelatin at the moment. He began to slap me as he fucked me, telling me to continue squirting. Then, he pulled out and I let a big gush over him.

He pulled me by my hair down to my knees, then made me suck on his dick without being able to grab it. He slapped my face with his cock, then began to fuck my face forcefully, then slowly stroking his dick and letting out a large load over my face, his semen dripping down to my tits. He then, of course, took pics of me like that. I love my boyfriend.

This is just a brief summary of how our relationship is and what we have done. We have done much more, of course, but I want to leave that to imagination.