One day I heard the insanely depraved confession of a true BDSM latex slave recounting how her defloration took place. I could hardly believe what I was hearing, but I read the hottest of all BDSM stories myself!
It was very exciting. I was a virgin waiting for my sex from 18 years old. A few weeks after my 18th birthday I became a toy for the men, as an SM slave in a video. I wore a latex mask so that I could feel myself intensely and all my senses were stimulated. The inclusion of bondage and BDSM enhanced the eroticism. My experience was like in a BDSM porn with sex restraints and rubber anal toys and wonderful people. Above all, my Lord, a great person who lived the submission conscientiously with me. My BDSM master was a maledom who had experience with bondage. He practiced my domestic discipline conscientiously and invited other BDSMers to my virgin sex. All activities were clarified and discussed with me in advance so that I could fully enjoy everything. My submission was with my complete consent. During my beautiful experience I became a mindless sex toy and acted as a latex slave.
Confession of love and devotion with a BDSM piercing
The Domina Studio was located in a posh BDSM villa, where well-heeled BDSM enthusiasts were invited. Exclusive BDSM furniture could be seen everywhere. My maledom greeted me dressed in chic latex pants. I surrendered and knelt in front of him, ready to savor our love and submission and give him my virginity. He was my master, the man of my dreams. No one else was able to understand me as well as he did. On my 18th birthday he took me to a piercing studio and had my nipples pierced. It was an intoxicating feeling for me to receive His sign of dominion over me that day. Anyone who practices this sexual variety knows what I'm talking about. It aroused me that he shaped my slave body according to his ideas and thus marked me as his property. My Dom was a man of class, decency, and taste. He saw me at all times and our affection for each other was very strong. After a few sweet pics, he chose nipple clamps for my firm nipples, which couldn't be more exclusive. Also with indecent wetlook bodies and a book containing atmospheric BDSM stories, he made me very happy afterwards! At that time we strolled a little through the streets. I always felt safe and secure in his presence.
"I love you, my love!" I breathed into his ear. His response was a firm slap on my pretty butt and a firm hug that almost got me lost but gave me infinite strength. We were in a wonderful dom and sub connection where he taught me a lot about BDSM, bondage and latex sex toys and awakened my secret passions. After all, I was completely inexperienced and didn't know my way around. Latex was his special fetish. Because of his latex fetishism, I became crazy about sexy latex lingerie for women. I couldn't get enough of it as I felt comfortable in the style of clothing and liked the snuggly feel of the special material. I loved the fashion pieces in red. My mask, the gloves and the cuddly latex stockings were my favorites. The exciting feeling of being tightly enclosed in it was just as seductive as being trapped in my master's rope art. His ropes gave and still give me support and let me feel completely free, as paradoxical as that may sound for non-BDSM people.
In a kinky outfit ready for defloration
My master has already tried out some wicked things on me: self bondage, steel bondage, brutal bondage, pony girl bondage and PVC bondage. He celebrates his dominance according to the motto "educate freely - give support". He used special bed restraints for sex. Being able to enjoy the master's rope art was like stepping into another, opulent world, so much was he a genius of ropes. With a specially selected bondage rope, he always proceeded carefully and prudently. I was never exposed to any real danger in his care and I trust him in that respect. So now I knelt before him on the day of my announced defloration. My master coveted the delightful game of submission. He empathetically announced that it was about to start and asked if I would like to make a video of it with his friends. I would learn to give myself completely in my submission. The tape bondage he put on me was also meant to humiliate me and give him total trust, which I could internally represent. I've been objectified. Because I wanted it that way. That was my self-determination as a woman!
Total dom sub use - with latex toys, SM toys, the bondage tape, the bondage set and the BDSM set - that's what I wanted. When my master put a tight collar on me and showed me to the gentlemen present in a sexy wet look dress, I felt a bit queasy. But the anticipation prevailed. We had worked out exactly what was going to happen beforehand, so I knew what to expect. Nothing happened without my consent, so nothing would get out of control. I trusted my Lord completely. He would take care of me. The men were already devouring my delicate 18-year-old body with greedy looks. My master then ordered me to put on a wetlook catsuit for women, combined with an SM latex mask. I was presented as a latex slave. An intoxicating and very exciting feeling at the same time. It tingled all over my body.
The moment of defloration
This is how the video was started, in which I was also allowed to show a latex dress. My petite body was perfectly staged by the sexy latex. Since the guys were already restless, which made me smile. It was so wonderful to feel wanted by so many men in this way. But my dom disciplined them and ordered them to line up in pairs so that everyone could penetrate me when it was their turn. After all, there must be order. My master then stripped off his latex men's panties and put his manhood in my small mouth, which was kept open through the mouth opening of the rubber latex mask.
Just before coming, he stopped and laid me on a BDSM table, tied my arms and legs to it with bondage tape, rendering me defenseless. An additional blindfold to the latex mask made sure that I couldn't see anything. I was completely at the mercy of the guys and "had" to be available. My latex dress for women was cut up so the guys could stare at my body. My small breasts crowned this eroticism, my slender body shimmered with lust. Pleasure juice ran down my thin thighs. Master noticed my every reaction as he stood between my legs. Due to my blindness from the blindfold, I felt every touch more intensely, which felt fantastic. as my BDSM master entered me with a powerful thrust and deflowered me. A short, violent stab went into my abdomen. They watched every descent of my master with great interest.
The happiness of the latex virgin
But this is exactly the humiliation I was looking for. She was part of my love and submission. My BDSM piercing on my nipples reminded me every day whose BDSM property I was. Exactly this BDSM love I was looking for as an SM slave. I wanted to become his willless wife. That was my sub happiness, even if not everyone can understand that. But I couldn't care less because we all live our lives for ourselves and not for other people's expectations. As long as no one gets hurt, my Dom and I live our beloved latex BDSM. As we had agreed beforehand. Because an SM slave who is obedient in my sense can be taken down the way her master likes. Because he acts in the interest of both parties. Without this security I wouldn't have any pleasurable fun, because serious BDSM doesn't mean real violence. Suddenly I felt my master twitch, because he came. But my young body was still used by men as an object of lust.
The XXL anal dildo is used
Because I looked so dirty and filthy beautiful, many more pics were taken of me. Being exposed like that was heaven on earth for my sub. Of course the men were all healthy and known and had been tested for diseases before the virgin had sex with me. The health of everyone involved is always the top priority. The men used condoms, of course. During my deflowering, I felt the effects of many a sex toy made of latex, but the XXL dildo was absolutely amazing.
When the defloration ended and all the men were satisfied, as was I, my Dom took me lovingly in his strong arms. Before that, he carefully undid the shackles and the tape bondage and removed the anal toys. Then he carried me into a shower and gently lathered my violated body. All traces of sex were removed and our love was sealed with a passionate kiss. After carefully drying me off, he looked knowingly into my eyes. In a soft voice he asked me if I was fine and comfortable. He also asked if I felt his friends were too bold and if it was nice and fulfilling for me. In response, I took his handsome face between my hands, pushed his strands of hair back from his forehead, and kissed the tip of his nose. "My dear Lord, everything happened as I wanted and secretly longed for. I'm the happiest sub in the whole world right now!" His laugh followed from the bottom of his heart: "And I'm the happiest Dom, my dear."
