BDSM

BDSM OVERVIEW A young woman succumbs to BDSM as her only means of conquering her reluctance to achieve sexual gratification

Hi, my name is Amber and I'm here to tell you a story as to how I became involved with BDSM.

It all started when I was quite young actually. I was nearly 14 at the time and I guess like lots of girls at that age had started to explore my own sexuality. I was obviously too young to date but had girlfriends at school who already had secret 'hots' for certain boys at school. At that age though we thought of boys being dirty yukky creatures and not particularly appealing. Even so, we harboured secret thoughts of idols in popular bands and fantasised about these guys by just gloating on their posters and listening to their music.

Such was a time when I had come home from school. Mum and Dad were still at work although Mum used to get home a little earlier to prepare the evening meal. Both were strict Protestants and we went to church every Sunday and prayed before every meal. I personally found it a bit of a drag

but it was family tradition and I was in no position to argue with that.

On this particular day, it was a hot summers afternoon when I arrived home. Thirsty, I went straight to the fridge grabbing the litre bottle of orange juice took several large swigs before going up to my room. I was keen to shed my school uniform which felt hot and clammy and put on a sloppy joe T shirt and a pair of shorts having already removed my cotton knickers. Finally relaxing, I turned on my favourite CD of the Rolling Stones with Mic Jagger and I remember looking at the poster on my bedroom wall of him and thinking how hot he was.

For some reason, and I don't know why to this day I grabbed my pink hairbrush from the dresser and climbed onto my bed, removing my shorts and inserting my earphones to better enjoy the intimacy of the sound. Laying back on the bed with the overhead fan softly whirring above I lay back on my pillow allowing my legs to fall apart and spreading them even further, rubbing the handle of my hairbrush along the lips of my pussy. I'd never actually done this before with anything other than my fingers but this felt kind of different especially when after a while some moisture slipped out along my pussy lips and I could feel a swelling of my pussy lips and a sexy warmth starting to creep up my thighs and through my pubic region. These sensations became more intense particularly when I closed my eyes and pretended it was Mic Jagger doing it to me. My motions became a little more urgent now, my hips beginning a rhythm of rising and falling with the motions of the hairbrush handle that had now found the outer walls of my pussy and new found sensations as well. Pressing on the now swollen bud of my clitoris brought on a new level of sensuality causing my hips to jump a little more with each new wave of sensitivity.