Meet Stephanie: Stephanie is a young hair stylist and her friends call her Stephi. She has very few friends, and the ones she has are all female. Stephi is still a young twenty year old and she is struggling to build her clientele. She lives in the same neighborhood as Linda, Brenda and Sara. She is basically very shy, timid, and equally sexually in-experienced. More than anything, she is very naive.
Stephi has lived in the area for her entire life. Her experience sexually consisted mainly of a few times with young boys her age that have just briefly fondled her, crammed their cocks in her and immediately cum. They attempt a few minutes of awkward talking and off they go, in a big hurry to leave. This had left Stephi, increasingly frustrated and extremely horny over the months that she had been dating. Her fun consisted of what she did when she was alone. She is definitely no stranger to orgasm, but only at her own hands. Even though she is very sexual, and highly sexed, her dating had been, at the very best, discouraging.
Stephi spends hours surfing the internet on her computer. One day she stumbled across The Castle Realm which is a very informative site that deals with the basics of BDSM. She clicked a link and found herself looking at pictures, very graphic pictures. Stephi was embarrassed at first, but quickly noticed that the bound women were actually very attractive and more than anything, extremely arousing.
Stephi found it hard to “click off” the site, and surfed a little deeper. She looked at the lovely ladies, all trussed up, showing what appeared to be real fear for the camera. As Stephi turned off the computer, that first time, she discovered that she was more than wet, from the pictures that she had seen. Over a very short period of time, she started finding more and more of these sites, and also found herself more and more aroused. In short order, she was masturbating to the BDSM sites. The aspect of power and control became an aphrodisiac to her.
Not long after finding that first site, Stephi happened to run across a BDSM site that had pictures of men, bound and being tormented by gorgeous and shapely females. Not only did the female dominatrix arouse Stephi, but she found herself staring with deepening arousal at the sight of the men, bound and gagged, cocks fully exposed to torment, balls being punished, and looks of fear on their faces.
To this point, Stephi’s only connection to the BDSM sites had been those where females were the captives. Stephi had found a new source of fantasy. She was mesmerized by the pictures of the men. Based on Stephi’s past experience, she could only fantasize about such behavior, and knew that she would never get a chance to partake of such total sexual satisfaction. She could only dream, and frantically rub the hard bud, between her legs.
After seeing such sights and pictures, she would find herself at the edge of unconsciousness, drenched in her own juices, breathless, and spent. Stephi was entering a whole new world, but one that was so distant, it was only a dream.
After just a few brief weeks of her “net adventures”, Stephi found that she could go online and reach her favorite sites, and in less than 10 minutes; she could be totally exhausted from working; but she loved surfing the net, and couldn’t stop. The women in the pictures had so much power over the tortured males. Stephi only wished that she had that kind of power. Her biggest sense of power in the past had been cleaning some guys cum off her thigh or stomach, after he spilled it much too quickly. Power and Control. She wanted it.
Stephi was attractive, more than average. She was small, around 5’2 and only weighed 101 lbs; but she was very shapely. She was more than proud of her legs, which she worked on continuously in the gym along with her tight stomach and butt. She knew that her tits were very small, but what hurt Stephi was her own self image. She didn’t know that men considered her gorgeous and she never saw them staring at her. She was too busy avoiding eye contact.
Stephi would look at the women on the BDSM websites admiring the leather and thigh high boots they wore. She loved the more than revealing outfits, their body jewelry and the toys that they wielded. All of it made Stephi more self conscious. In her own mind, she felt that she was nowhere near as attractive as the internet women; but she was wrong, very wrong.
After several months of exhausting herself masturbating to the pictures on BDSM sites, Stephi couldn’t stand it any more. There had to be more to her feelings, than just visiting the fake sites. In a moment of despair, she breathlessly told her closest friend of what she had been doing, her feelings growing frustration. Almost immediately, she regretted that she ever opened up to Lisa.
Lisa sat there, at the restaurant table, looking shocked. She had known Stephi for more than ten years and never suspected anything like this. Lisa didn’t know what to say, she struggled to find the right words to respond to her friend. Stephi was horrified. She had just admitted to her best friend that she was perverted, sick, weird and twisted. Lisa excused herself from the table mumbling about something that she was supposed to do. Stephi watched as Lisa walked out the front door of the restaurant. The damage had been done, her fantasy was out, and she believed she had just lost her best friend.
What Stephi didn’t know, was that Lisa had been involved in the local BDSM community, for over three years. Lisa had her own secrets. She attended the auctions regularly, and had, on one occasion, even been able to save enough money to “buy” a lesser slave, for a “short night.” A short night was only six hours with the slave.
The slave turned out to be pretty disappointing to the high spirited Lisa, cuming just moments after a rope was wrapped around his cock shaft. After that, Lisa couldn’t get him hard again, and that evening left her more frustrated than broke. She decided at that time she was going to save for the best.
Lisa had abruptly left the restaurant that afternoon. She was so shocked to find that her best friend was interested in something that she herself, had been living for some time. Lisa didn’t know how to handle it. She wanted to help her friend by blurting everything out at once but she knew better than that, and kept silent. Now, in thinking it over, she wanted to tell Stephi everything. Lisa called her and made arrangements to meet at a local restaurant at seven that evening. Lisa could hear the fear and embarrassment in Stephi’s voice, but begged her to come enticing her with a secret that just had to be told. Hesitantly, Stephi agreed.
At the restaurant that evening, Stephi listened to everything Lisa was telling her. The more she heard, the more aroused she became. Before the end of Lisa’s very descriptive narrative, Stephi was begging to enter the tight secretive circle of the BDSM community.
Stephi had very mixed emotions about all of this. On one hand, she was overwhelmed with erotic anticipation about the aspect of “HER” doing the things that she had only seen on the internet. She knew that she would look good in thigh high boots, she giggled to herself. On the other hand, she feared that she would not be able to “wield power” or “control” a man, like the women on the websites did; but she was willing to try.
Sitting at a computer and looking at pictures, was nothing like the real thing. She wasn’t real sure she could do it, but she knew that she wanted it, desperately and would stop at nothing to accomplish at least one night.
In short time, Stephi moved among the circles of the BDSM community. She had only attended two auctions, but was amazed at the sexual openness that was on display for everyone to see. She found herself getting very moist, looking at the fear on the faces of the slaves, as they were paraded around the stage. She would watch them and fantasize about what she would do to them, if they were hers. But they were not hers and likely would never be hers.
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