The Ecstasy of BDSM - Chapter 1 - Discovering Bondage

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The Ecstasy of BDSM – Chapter 2 - The Dungeon

The Ecstasy of BDSM – Chapter 2 -  The Dungeon

This is a fictional autobiographical story. Names, places and events have all been changed and the time line is greatly accelerated. All this is to make the story interesting and move faster. None of the photos are of me or my friends; they are all from the public domain. BDSM is a wonderful life style. No one should enter it without carefully considering all aspects especially the psychological and physical harm that could happen if you are not informed.

Chapter 2   The Dungeon 

After work we drove to Lil’s house in a nice town in NJ.. We had dinner in a local restaurant and then went to the BDSM store. Lil introduced me to the owners, Kev and Lilith.  They were a very nice couple – just a few years older than us.  Lil asked them if it would be ok if I came with her to the party tomorrow night. Lilith said “of course”.

Then Lilith asked us if we had ever been to a public dungeon before. I shook my head and said that we were both new to the D/s life. She said “then let me give you some first timer instructions”. She went on to tell us about etiquette in the dungeon, what not to say or do. She told us about safe words. She was careful to tell us that there was an intimacy and a strong bond between the dominant and the submissive and that while we may observe from a distance we were not to disturb them in any way.

 She then told us that we should not feel any pressure at all to accept an invitation to a scene – and as new comers it was OK to just watch. When we were comfortable and ready –we would know it. She said the important thing in BDSM is to enjoy ourselves.

Lilth then invited us to tour  the dungeon. We are welcome to visit and observe any scenes going on. She took us downstairs. The stairway opened into the café / social room. I could hear the muffled sound of flesh being struck and slight cries of the prey receiving her reward.

There were several rooms. In each there were different types of instruments and equipment such as cages and benches and chairs …..  On the walls hung all kinds of whips, floggers, canes and paddles. There were hooks in the beams of the ceilings and on the columns. I could see pulley’s and bars. This was a well equipped dungeon and I felt a sense of excitement in me.  She reminded us that it was important to clean any thing before and after we use it. 

She then took us to another room which had a large wooden St. Andrew’s cross. I was immediately attracted to the cross, and I asked her if I could touch it. As I touched the lacquered wood I felt a charge of excitement caress me. I felt the leather restrains for the wrists, waist and feet. The cross was made of heavy wooden beams and it was attached to both the ceiling and to the floor it looked and felt very strong. I felt an immediate fondness for this instrument. I longed to embrace it with my body. I imagined that a Dom, by power of his will and pleasure, would command the floggers and whips to enwrap my body with there tentacles. These thoughts enveloped my whole being and I lusted to feel the thrust of the master hand …..

This was my first visit to a dungeon and I longed for it’s sweet rewards.

Saturday Night

Lil and I slept late on Saturday.  As the hours ticked away before the 10PM start of the party I started getting apprehensive.

I questioned myself, can I really do this? I knew I wanted to try!  Of course that doesn't mean that I am not a little scared!  But even this bit of fear itself is a turn on.

Lil and I drove to the store where the dungeon was located. Kev and Lilith were there to greet us as we entered. The store was busy with people wearing all kinds of fetish and Goth clothes. We dressed in simple tank dresses. Lilith remembered us and said she was happy that we came. She invited us to go down stairs, my heart was racing, but I was determined to do this – Lil touched my hand as we walked down the stairs as she was seeking some reassurance herself.

When we got to the social area I was surprised by how many people were there – at least 30!.  Some were wearing leathers corsets, one man had a leather hood on and a few were totally nude.  The people were friendly and many seemed to know each other.

As I looked around I saw a girl walk around in cuffs and thinking to myself I want to do that, to feel the leather binding me. Lil leaned over to me and said; “let’s put our cuffs and collars on”.  She asked one of the mangers if there was a place for us to change and he pointed to a room where there were lockers.

We were both very excited. I told Lil that we should just loose the dresses – it just seemed the right thing to do and even if we did not want to do anything that night it would be ok. So we undressed but left our thongs on. We then helped each other buckle our collars and cuffs. I took hold of Lil’s face and kissed her gently on her lips and whispered “this is going to be awesome ---. lets go!”

Getting The “Feel” Of The Dungeon

We walked around the dungeon and watched a few scenes ---it was thrilling….. Although we were told that no sexual acts were allowed it seemed like a loosely enforced rule!

Lillith came over to us and smiled as she looked and said “you ladies look ready for some action”. She pointed out some of the more experienced Dominants.

As we walked around, I found myself looking at all the implements laid out in the rooms. 

On a table I saw a small length of chain -- it was a leash. The leash seemed to call me. I imagined it attached to my collar and  being led around the dungeon, with my hands secured behind my back, and all my attention focused on the Dominant holding the other end.

Lil and I discreetly watched the others in scenes around the dungeon. . We observed the Dom’s using different gear, like the floggers, paddles, whips and hearing the cry's and moans of the subs. It was all very sensual.   I wonder what it would be like to be bound to the pommel horse and especially the St. Andrews cross that I caressed the night before.  I remembered how beautiful the Cross was; sturdy black painted wood and hard to the touch. I visualized myself bound securely upon it and how escape would be impossible. Not that I would try, that is after all what I wanted; to be secured with no chance of escape.

I watched as different people climb upon the horse their heads down, eyes closed. They grip the handles as another reddens their ass with hand or some other device. I wonder how each "toy" would feel on my skin, the flogger especially.

I see that a Dominant is chatting with Lil. They talk briefly as she goes off with him. She turns quickly smiling and winks at me pursing her lips in a kiss. I smile at her and give her an air kiss.

The Invitation To A Scene

A Dominant approaches closely and startles me out of my day dreaming. As I turn he says:  "Would you like to play?" I see that He has in his hand the leash that I had been looking at before.

Thoughts flood my head:

• I want to, -- but I am scared.
• I want to, -- but we are in a very public place.
• I want to, --but what if I disappoint him.

Lilith had pointed out this Dom earlier and our eyes had met. . I was attracted to him and felt that I can trust him. I was a little reluctant and scared,  -- but what if no one else asks me?

While these things flow through my head he attaches the leash to my collar and I blurt out “Yes!”.

He whispers in my ear, "then ask me!".  Quietly I respond "Master, please play with me." I am not looking at him, not from embarrassment but because it does not seem right.  He leans in even closer and wraps his arm around me, the top of my head reaching his shoulders. He holds me with one arm as the other pulls on the leash.

Then we start, discussing how we are going to play. Since I have never done this before this discussion of what is to happen is new to me. How much do I tell him? What do I say?

He motions to the table with floggers, whips, canes, and more and asks, "Is there anything you do not want used?" Funny, because eventually I want to try everything and I tell him so.

He asks, "How much experience do you have?",  I hold my fingers together with just a small space in between, and say "just a small amount."

He says, "When I play I like to touch and fondle…. are you ok with that?". I notice a small smile on his face. I smile and tell him, "Yes”.

"Do you have a preference on which furniture we use?" I look at the cross as I am thinking about being bound to its hard straight surface sends fire racing down my spine. He smiles and nods in agreement.

"Is there anything I need to know?" He asks. I don't know what to say, I hadn't really thought this far, I really didn't think playing was a possibility for me tonight or even this soon. I shake my head no.

He checks my cuffs to see how they are secured and he asked me if they feel comfortable. He tells me to remove my thong which I obediently do.  He asks if I want to be blind folded, I say yes please, and he moves me to the cross and adjusts a blind fold over my eyes, then standing close against my back he secures me to the St. Andrews cross. He touches me, runs his hand slowly along my body fondling my breasts and butt. I feel that I am in an unreal world.

The Sensuality of Masochism

A moment's pause enough time for me to wonder what will happen and then suddenly I feel him squeezing my ass hard and he slaps’ it with his hand. He does that for a few times and then a pause. The next feeling I have is a sharp sting of a paddle hitting my ass. I let out a squeal as my hands grab onto the top bar of the cross. There is a burning sensation on my buns as if they were scaled with hot water. I sense that my ass cheeks have a pink hue.

Then he leans forward and asks me how I am doing. … I say “OK”. …He whispers “good girl”.

Then another pause and I feel the first light lash of a flogger. I know that is what he is using, instinct. As each lash falls across my ass and what seems like half my back I lean forward merging my body with the St. Andrews Cross.

They start coming faster and harder, I am sinking into the feelings and allowing them to wash over me. The cuffs, the blind fold, the lash of the flogger each contribute to the mind numbing sensations.

Stand here and feel that is all, my mind blanks as each stroke falls across my back, I have nothing else to do but be. A little sting here and there, and yet thinking back I can't even remember those stings, just the sound and feel of the lashes hitting the skin of my back. I lean my head against the arm of the cross no thoughts in my head.

He stops and comes forward pressing his body close to mine, his hands moving, touching, searching, I sink back into to him, he checks to see if I am ok.

Then he unshackles my ankles and then my wrists. Is he done? I wonder. Did I please him? Is this all?

He turns me around and presses my back against the hard cross. I feel the sting of my wounds as they touch the cross. He presses his body against mine. His skin feels like a balm against my skin. He kisses me roughly his tongue touching mine. Then I feel his hand caressing my pussy, I moan as his fingers enter me. He takes me to the edge and then stops. I have a longing for him to continue - to continue what?... my mind can no longer tell the difference the erotic or the masochistic. 

He whispers in my ear “do you want to continue?” I shake my head yes. I think to myself that I am glad I did not need to speak; it would have been too difficult.

He reattaches the cuffs to the cross. My back arches from the pain of the welts touching the wood. He tells me that he is going to remove the blindfold and if I was ok..... and again I just nod my head yes. I feel his hand cover my eyes as he removes the blind fold. He tells me the room is bright and he wants my eyes to get accustomed to it slowly. My eyes meet his – appreciating his kindness. .

As I look around the room, I see a small number of observes. I am displayed spread eagle for all of them to see me. I am source of their delight which pleases me.

I watch my Dom back away as he begins to alternate flogging my pussy and my breasts ….. with each lash falling harder. . He has noticed that I do not move or squirm. My body and mind accept each strike. I am quiet, at peace, and he continues for how long I do not know or care.

I watch him step back again, … another moment's pause, I wonder what will happen next. I see that he has a cane in his hand. I watch him raise it slightly in the air and then he brings it down slowly. I feel a small sting across my thigh. . Not even as bad as a bee sting, and then another. Then he strikes around my thighs and breasts I don’t flinch or move, I just drift with the small stings …feeling each one. It doesn't matter I am just here to feel and I lay my head on the arm of the cross relaxing into the sensation.

It seems like the small stings go on forever, and they start to not feel good anymore, a bit annoying. He stops and I am grateful. Again he steps forward checking on me, touching me, his hands moving across my breasts and around my stomach ... then into my pussy before backing away.

I feel like I am melting away, my world is only the feelings he is giving me. My mind is in a very dreamy place. I have heard that this is called “floating” or “sub-space”. I am in something like a hypnotic state reached by the release of endorphins into my bloodstream. It is the greatest natural high …  and I even feel invigorated.  . I sense that my body in a beautiful garden with gorgeous flowers and a flowing stream and feel such a sense of security and comfort and love that I can only describe it as Heaven.

I feel a small sting that begins to burn, a heat that starts warming my skin. And then another. The strikes fall harder than before, Again and again this heat burns in spots. High, low, all over I have strips of burning warm flesh.

I hear a loud crack by my ear and I know that I am being whipped. I do not know what to think …  so I just feel. It burns but also feels good, I start to move, not really to get away but because I have to. The burn demands I move. Lash after lash falls and occasionally a crack of the whip close by, it sounds so loud, trying to draw me out of the floating unreal feeling I am in.

Then it stops and I feel his hands running lightly over my body, soothing the burn. His comes close to me, I can still feel the small burns crossing my back and front and he presses into them with his body. He is checking on me again. His hand roams and dips. Again he steps back.

A moment later I feel a flogger thud, and then another. It feels so nice after the whip as if he is massaging the muscles and skin he had just burned. I relax again resting fully against the cross and enjoying each thud as it falls. A brief thought floats through my head, If only I could feel this forever.

He stops and steps forward pressing me closer to the cross, supporting me, his arms up against mine. He reaches up and undoes the cuffs from where they have held me.  

He holds me in his arms for a moment, grounding me. He helps me move to a nearby sofa. He then wraps a blanket around me and tells me to relax as he cuddles with me. I sit there staring into space, drinking water, my mouth is dry.

Next Chapter – After Care

The Ecstasy of BDSM – Chapter 3 - After Care

The Ecstasy of BDSM –
Chapter 3 - After Care

This is a fictional autobiographical story. Names, places and events have all been changed and the time line is greatly accelerated. All this is to make the story interesting and move faster. None of the photos are of me or my friends; they are all from the public domain. BDSM is a wonderful life style. No one should enter it without carefully considering all aspects especially the psychological and physical harm that could happen if you are not informed.


I lay cuddled in his arms, feeling so grateful for this moment. I think about the experience in wonder. An immense feeling of love has enveloped me. I need his loving care. He is caressing my hair, kissing my head. We are talking – maybe about the experience - but I don’t remember a word that I said. I am experiencing a wonderful inexplicable high. This man is talking me down to earth slowly and lovingly. I stay with my Dom for what seems like a long while.

I smile thinking that “this is what BDSM is all about”

After a little while I see Lil. She is talking with her dominant. My Dom helps me walk over to her. As I approach Lil, my blanket falls to the floor as we embrace and kiss each other. We are crying and hugging telling each other what an amazing experience this was.

We agree to come back – maybe with our boy friends.

The End