BDSM with my Dom on Valentine’s Day

By Leah Emry

After a late-night texting my Dom about every part of BDSM I’d like to explore, I woke up Sunday morning to a text from my sister. 

“You’d better be at church today or Mom’ll be furious,” she wrote.

Despite being 21 years old, my parents still constantly checked up on me, wanting to know their daughter was a good, church-going, god-fearing girl.  

Every week I drove 30 minutes to attend church with them. Today, as I got ready to leave, I wished I could skip church and spend all day with my Dom.

We met months ago. He liked to send me messages throughout the day while I was at the library or work.

He’d say stuff like, “I want to watch you undress. Send a video ASAP”.

“Yes, Sir,” I’d respond. Then, I’d excuse myself from whatever I was in the middle of to do exactly as he told me.

Thinking about BDSM sitting in church

I couldn’t stop thinking about Him but I knew I’d be late for church if I didn’t leave soon. I grabbed my keys to head out the door but paused just before leaving. 

I unlocked my phone and breathed deeply before sending the text.

“Please, can I see you soon?” I wrote.

Then I ran out the door, leaving my phone behind.

I sat in church but I was thinking about His cock. I wanted to feel it inside me while I was tied up. 

My face burned, wondering if anyone could tell where my thoughts were. 

I couldn’t get His hands out of my mind. I loved how they held me in place and moved me wherever they pleased. 

As soon as the service ended, I raced home.

I could barely breathe as I unlocked my front door and grabbed my phone to see what His response would be. It was only two words.

“Valentine’s Day”

My heart started racing. Valentine’s Day was just five days away. I couldn’t contain my excitement.

All week, I was completely consumed with thoughts of him. I spent time researching new BDSM things I wanted to try with Him. 

We texted nearly constantly. We discussed everything we’d do and I went over it in my imagination again and again. 

Valentine’s Day finally rolls around

Finally, the evening of Valentine’s Day arrived. 

I drove to His house and knocked on the door.

He opened the door and handed me a rose before grabbing my hand to lead me inside.

“I’m happy you’re here,” He said and sat down on the brown leather couch in His living room. I sat beside Him.

“Me too,” I responded.

He held my hand and started slowly tracing patterns on my palm.

“I’m not supposed to do this,” I said, thinking about how my parents would never approve of a relationship like this. 

I leaned closer to Him, my breath getting shallower; I tried to hide how fast my heart was beating. 

“You’re right. This isn’t appropriate at all,” He whispered as His hands were moving to my shirt. 

His fingers were undoing the buttons.

He shifted, putting His hands on my waist and pulling me onto His lap.

“Is this what you want?” He whispered in my ear while tightly holding my wrist with one end and rubbing His other hand between my legs. 

I could feel His tongue in my ear. I swung my legs around to straddle him.

“I need you to fuck me,” I said.

His eyes gleamed. 

“Not yet.” He said. “I have something for you.”

I watched Him reach beside the couch, grabbing two things. My heart felt fluttery when I saw what the two objects were – a black leather BDSM collar and a leash to match.

Silently, he placed the collar around my neck and attached the leash. Now I felt like I was completely His. 

I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter, thinking about how much I loved doing as He told me.

Using my new BDSM collar and leash

 He pulled me to my feet with the leash and moved me across the room. 

“Take off all your clothes,” he ordered. 

I didn’t hesitate to do as he asked. 

He pushed me into a position where I was bent forward over a red oak table. He held my head firmly against the piece of furniture and I could feel the cold of the polished wood pressing into my cheek. 

He pulled my hands behind my back and tied them with a rope.

I felt His hand slap hard against my ass. I didn’t have time to register the surprise before I felt it again and again.

“Open your legs wider,” He said, all the while, still holding me against the wooden table. 

Each touch of His hand thrilled me.

I did what He said. I opened my legs wider and waited to feel what would come next. His hands began rubbing me between my legs. 

His fingers were inside me, moving quickly in and out, in and out.

Then he switched hands, moving the hand that had been holding me against the table to rub against my clit. 

His other hand reached around and I felt Him stick His fingers in my mouth. His fingers stayed there while His other hand rubbed and spanked me repeatedly.

Finally, I feel Him inside me 

The spanking stopped. I felt Him turn me around. I was sitting on the table in front of Him. 

While holding my legs apart, He licked the inside of my ear. Suddenly, I felt His huge cock between my legs. I felt Him push deeper and deeper. 

He was thrusting back and forth, biting my ear and licking my neck; moving His hands all over my body. I was moaning and gasping. 

I started to feel the climax growing in my body. I got closer and closer as He continued to thrust inside me. 

Then, He grabbed my nipples and twisted hard. The sensation pushed me to the peak. My body shook. 

I felt like I was exploding in pleasure. I clung to Him while my body pulsed with the orgasm.

He held me and whispered, “Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.”