Found My Ex-Girlfriend At A BDSM Sex Party

It was a cold Thursday afternoon on my drive home from work when my phone rang. The company I worked for had just closed on a big deal and were out celebrating. I, however, was not in much of a celebratory mood and left early. My girlfriend of 2 years had broken up with me not two weeks ago for being ‘too vanilla,’ and I was still licking my wounds. It was my best mate calling to try to cheer me up, he said he had just the right thing to get me out of my funk. 

“Trust me, Nate, you need this.”

“Fine, whatever, just send me the details okay. Are you coming too?”

“No mate, this is just for you.”

It wasn’t 2 minutes later that I heard my phone ‘ding’ with a notification. God, he really wants to get me killed, I thought as I read the e-invite that only read: The Dungeon with a time and address. 

It wasn’t a far drive, but not knowing what to expect I could feel the nerves building with every mile I got closer. The whole way my mind teetered between “I probably need this” and “What the fuck are you getting yourself into Nate?”. I parked in front of a very dimly lit brick face building. It looked rather ominous with no visible windows or any sign of life nearby, except for the one red light above a black door with the words ‘The Dungeon’ emblazoned in gold. Good, I’m in the right place, I thought. 

I nervously opened the door and was greeted by a very scantily dressed blond who looked like a proper pin-up girl. Her tits were up to her ears and perfectly round, from her waist up only her nipples were covered with a pair of black pasties that had tassels attached, swinging as she asked for my invite. 

“So what exactly happens here?” I asked. 

“First time? Oh go in and explore, you’ll enjoy it love” she said with a wink and pointed me to a set of heavy red curtains covering an entrance to her left. 

Without thinking twice, I walked to the curtains and pulled them apart. I was met with a dimly lit room where only the bar and a few open doorways and corridors were lit by white factory-style lighting, the rest was a bath of red. The place was masked in a layer of smoke. The scent of sex and poppers and a chorus of muffled moans and groans coming from the distance were heavy in the air. 

The barman, dressed in a skin-tight black latex outfit, a leather collar, and chains, was busy shaking up whatever cocktail the couple in front of him had ordered. All I could notice was how his bulge shook in his tight latex pants, concealing a massive package.

The couple at the bar were both dressed in leather harnesses, the man wore ass-less chaps and large leather boots, and the woman in a latex skirt so high up that her ass was sticking out showing some BDSM lingerie underneath, with nothing covering her voluptuous breasts. On a black leather couch next to an empty BDSM sex swing sat two petite girls in full gimp suits under a big screen that was playing some hardcore BDSM porn.

“Did I just walk into a BDSM club?” I thought.

“Yes, sweetie. Don’t be shy, come on in.” I heard behind me.

Oh God, was I thinking that out loud? Without a second thought, the woman who had just walked in took my arm and led me to the bar. She wore a latex mask that had a set of bunny ears on the top with her ponytail sticking out of the back, and only her eyes and mouth were visible. Merely needing to signal with her hand, the barman had two double shots of tequila almost instantly ready. “For the nerves,” she said and downed her drink as I took mine.

I had almost no time to process what was going on when she leaned in and kissed me. My heart raced and my cock grew harder with each passing second. It was no high school kiss, I could taste the pure carnal lust on her lips as our tongues wrestled for supremacy. She reached out and took my bulge in her hand, rubbing over my pants and feeling how hard I was for her. She pulled back, looked me in the eyes, and said “Let’s go mister first time” with such a naughty smile she could have asked for my credit card details and I would have said yes at that point.

She led me through a maze of corridors, but my eyes barely had time to focus on any of the naked bodies we passed. Some were tied up shibari style, gagged and being whipped, others were being fucked on a sex swing and one was on her knees with four guys each waiting their turn. She took out a key from her bra and unlocked a black door at the very end of the last corridor, it was her own private BDSM dungeon. The room was filled with BDSM furniture, with a selection of BDSM gear and BDSM toys along the walls and a BDSM video playing in the background, clearly the place of a professional. 

She had already walked over to a glass cabinet and handed me a red rope and flogger. Her soft lips touched my neck as she kissed me and whispered “Tie me up, flog me and fuck me like never before”. She turned around, walked over to the Saint Andrews cross in the corner, and took off her mask. It was Alexis’s face, my ex, looking back at me, waiting for me to tie her up. “Not so vanilla anymore are you, Nate”. 

Without a word I took the rope and tied each wrist and ankle tightly to the cross. She couldn’t move and I was free to have my way with her. I flogged her once, she moaned and begged for more. I flogged her again and again, her moans filling the air louder and louder. I moved closer, bent down, and tasted her soaking wet pussy, spreading her cheeks to get in closer. I couldn’t help myself anymore, I just had to fuck her.

With the tip of my cock I played with and teased her pussy, lubing up my cock with her dripping juices. It was intense, I fucked her harder than I’d ever fucked anyone. It was pure carnal desire as my cock slid in and out of her wanting pussy. She kept begging for more, she wanted it harder, she wanted more flogging, she wanted it deeper, her needs were absolutely insatiable. 

I won't lie I didn’t last long, but it was the best sex I’ve ever had. After I finished us both off, she lit a cigarette and calmly said: “You can see yourself out babe, the next party is Monday. Don’t be a stranger”. Needless to say, I have become a regular at The Dungeon, and in my time there I’ve now amassed quite the collection of BDSM stories, most being a whole lot kinkier than my first time with Alexis.