My First BDSM Submission: The Nervous Thrill with Clothilde
In the Tulip zone, surrounded by blooming flowers under the glass dome. Stone bench, soft cushions. Clothilde sits across from me, nearly naked, her full curves on display. Pierced nipples glint. Those seven rings down below. My heart hammers. Antoine’s friend brought me here for ‘research.’ But now, alone with her. Garten assigned her to me. Guide me, she says. Be my sub for a bit. Nervous sweat beads my neck. Fear mixes with this electric pull. I’ve never dominated. Never touched like this. Hands shake as I tell her to stand. She obeys. ‘Hands behind your back.’ Her eyes lock on mine. Smiling that knowing smile. Pulse races. This is it. No turning back. I want her. Badly.
She stands tall in heels. Fesses round, plugged with that huge jeweled rosebud. I grab her heavy tits. Squeeze. Tug the nipple rings gently. She doesn’t flinch. Skin so soft. Warm. My cock stirs hard. Turn her around. No ‘please’ this time. Her ass perfect. Plump. I caress. Then slap. Light at first. Flesh jiggles. Red blooms. Heart thuds louder. Slap again. Harder. She moans soft. ‘Ouille.’ Vibrations travel up my arm. Exhilarating. Kissing those hot cheeks now. Tongue tracing. She giggles. ‘Not very BDSM.’ Fuck it. My rules. Pull her down. Backward onto my lap. No condom. Gland nudges her slick lips. Rings tease. She sinks slow. Inch by inch. Wet heat engulfs me. Oh god. Tight. Pulsing. Those rings scrape my shaft. Electric shocks. I groan. Hands on her tits. Pinch. Roll. She leans back. Cheek to mine. Breathing ragged. Mine too. Thrust up. Slow builds to frantic. Fingers find her clit ring. Rub. She bucks. We grind. Sweat slicks us. Tension coils. Explodes.
The Approach
After, we collapse together. Cuddling on the bench. My cum leaks from her. Possessive rush. Innocence gone. Shattered in this curved garden maze. Heart still pounds, but softer now. Fusion. Like we merged. Her scent clings. Full breasts pressed to me. That smile. ‘Coup de foudre?’ Lightning strike. Yeah. She’s more than a sub. Woman I crave. Want days, nights with her. No more vanilla fumbling. This raw power. Awkward hands turned commanding. Adulthood hits. No kid anymore. Marked forever. Her rosebud presses as she shifts. Double filled fantasy. Whisper promises. Be mine. Completely. She laughs soft. Kisses deep. Woman, not just sub. Threshold crossed. New horizons open. Nervous boy dead. Man awakened.
