BDSM was Sexier than I had expected

BDSM was the last thing on my mind when I met my husband.

Dave and I had been neighbours for ten years before we started dating. We had spoken on numerous occasions, but he was slow at asking me out.

In fact, he never did. When Dave needed a date for the prom, his mother came over to the house and asked me if I was interested. I wasn't because Dave had not asked himself.

We had a great time at the dance. I saw that he wanted to kiss me but was shy. He pecked my cheek when he walked me to the door and blushed. I wished I had gotten more.

Our wedding day was a year after we graduated from varsity. He admitted to me on our honeymoon, before we had sex, that it was his first time. It was mine as well.

After being married for 23 years, I needed to spice up my life. Dave and I were 45 years old and had no children. We had missionary sex once a week.

Dave had worked as an accountant since graduating, and I had resigned from the administration job eight years ago to be a housewive. The first week at home showed me that I was going to be bored out of my mind.

I took up several hobbies such as hiking and baking cookies, which Dave took to work and handed to colleagues. He bragged to his friends about my baking skills, but I wished that he had bragged to them about my bed performance.

Sex with my husband was like filing taxes - it had to be done and was dull like hell.

After running out of hobby ideas, I went online and joined a group on social media. Some of the events posted included speed dating, art exhibitions and wine tasting. When I logged on after giving up hope on my sex life, I saw that a member had advertised a BDSM party.

I couldn't resist a smile. My cheeks felt like they flushed when I browsed the photos of their previous party. Watching porn wasn't new to me due to boredom. My erotic journey began with watching a couple have sex in doggy style. Then, some of the recommended videos on the side were BDSM. I couldn't resist.

There was something about being tied up and not knowing the identity of my sex master that pressed my buttons. I couldn't help but slide my hands over my abdomen and rub my pussy when the woman got spanked.

I always imagined being the woman who was in chains and a slave to a man who knew how to handle me. Something about the sound of a whip got me wet.

Every time I watched a woman get shackled to the wall and spread her legs, I couldn't resist masturbating. I would've given anything to be in her position.

Dave told me on Tuesday that he was leaving on Friday to his monthly business meeting held out of town. The party was on Saturday. It won't hurt if I call and find out what happens.

I had expected a pervert with a creepy voice to answer, but a lady with a soft tone told me that the environment was safe, and their members were from various backgrounds.

I considered inviting Eva to come with me, but I changed my mind since she would've told everyone about it.

My heartbeat sped up when the cursor hovered over the confirm button. I wanted to back out, but my finger pressed the mouse. It was the desire to explore the unknown that drove me to do it.

I had a Brazilian and a massage on Saturday morning. Not knowing what to expect at the party made my shoulders tense.

The masseuse asked me what my weekend plans were. I figured that if anybody would understand my curiosity, she would.

"I've been to one," she said.

"You're kidding."

"It was great. Everybody was so welcoming, and they teach you the ropes if you're a beginner. Excuse the pun."

We giggled. She got me excited and aroused. I went home and masturbated. After taking a shower, I watched a BDSM video to get myself in the mood.

I gulped when I parked my car in front of the house. I looked in the mirror.

"You can do this. Just relax. Nobody is going to judge you. They're there for the same reason as you, and everybody will be friendly."

My shoulders slumped when I exhaled. Jackie answered the door, and her appearance matched her lovely voice. See. Everybody here is normal like you.

She owned the mansion and showed me the way to the dressing room. Jackie had switched off the lights and used candles throughout the house.

'Whoosh.' 'Whoosh.' The whipping sound pervaded down the corridor. I got horny.

The women wore ballroom-style masks, and the men had leather ski masks.

Jackie said that men were limited to wearing a leather speedo and masks, and the women had to be in lingerie. I was nervous about exposing so much skin in front of strangers.

My ass and breasts were sticking out when I looked at myself in the mirror, but I did not care. I felt free to express myself sexually for the first time in my life. It was an empowering feeling.

Jackie said that I looked great before stepping into the corridor, so I could have privacy. I needed a moment to gather my thoughts. Can't believe I'm at a BDSM party. I put the mask on but forgot to read the rules on the pamphlet that Jackie had given me.

Jackie smiled at me when I stepped out of the room and grabbed my hand before escorting me to the master bedroom. A man was standing next to the bed and holding a whip.

"This is Jinxx," said Jackie when she introduced me to him. "He's been a regular for five years, and he just recently got promoted to bondage master.

I liked the sound of that. "Hi, I'm -."

"No real names," interrupted Jackie. "Our members value discretion. It's on the pamphlet I gave you."

"Sorry. I'm Mystery."

Jackie closed the door on her way out. Jinxx pointed at the wooden board on the wall. I leaned my back against the board so that Jinxx could shackle me. He spread my legs and rubbed them before squeezing my tits.

Oh, God. Wonder what Dave would think of me. How could I let a stranger fondle me like that? Those thoughts vanished when Jinxx whipped the wall. I flinched.

"Is this your first time at a BDSM party?" he asked. I nodded. "I'm gonna show you a good time." Please do.

He smacked me twice before grabbing my crotch. I smiled. Then, he chocked me and licked my face. Jinxx grabbed my tits and ravaged my chest. I loved every second of it.

Jinxx clutched my hair and snapped my head back. He shoved his tongue in my mouth and spat on my face. He took a smaller whip off the bed and pressed it against my face.

"Lick it," he said.

He smacked me when I licked the whip. I frowned when he unshackled me. Jinxx pushed me onto the bed and flipped me onto my stomach so that he could cuff my hands behind my back.

My feet were touching the floor when I was bending over the bed. Jinxx spanked my ass with the whip.

"You like that?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes...bondage master."

"I'll show you BDSM, you little skank," he said before pressing the back of my head into the pillow to suffocate me.

He pulled my hair to permit me to breathe before dunking my head into the pillow. I was out of breath after he did that about ten times.

JInxx smacked my ass with his hand before pressing his boner against it. I was ashamed for desiring it to be inside me.

When he ripped off my lingerie and stuck his fingers inside my pussy, I said, "Wait. I'm married. I shouldn't be doing this."

Jinxx flipped me onto my back and opened my legs before he said, "The hell with your husband. Tonight, I'm the only man in your life."

My eyelids dropped, and I moaned when he stuck his cock inside me and rode me like I had never felt before. He chocked me when he hovered over me and smacked me a few times.

He flipped me onto my stomach and stuck it in my ass. I screamed. I was out of breath after he humped me for fifteen minutes without easing up. Jinxx squirted his load onto my back. He was panting when I turned over.

My face was covered in sweat. I raised my mask to wipe the sweat off my forehead, not realising that I had broken rule number 1.

Jinxx's eyes bulged when he gaped at me. "Shannon."

Oh, my God. That's it. Everybody at the church is going to know that I went to a BDSM party. My life is ruined.

Jinxx removed the mask.

"Dave."