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*DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction. Any situations or scenarios similar to real life is pure coincidence. All characters are over the age of 18.*

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My hand was wondering into my pants, a small, good sensation started, then suddenly, this stupid, unwanted reaction happened again. My body froze up and my hand sprung out of my pants as my legs snapped closed. It felt like tickling, it felt like torture, but damn it felt good. I caught my breath and glanced at the clock, 3:15pm. I had 45 more minutes of my college dorm room to myself before my roommate got back.

I would be turning 21 next week and I still couldn’t even masturbate myself, this was ridiculous.

“I am a scientist, well, majoring in it.” I thought to myself, “Why don’t I just apply a scientific approach?”

I grabbed a dry erase marker and went to the whiteboard on the wall. I would definitely be erasing this.

Step One, name the problem: Can’t finish…

“I’ll just leave it like that.” I said to myself, as I blushed.

Step two, name the roadblocks: Legs close, hand moves away…

“Damn I’m writing cryptically, and this is just for my eyes only.” I sighed.

Step three, brainstorm possible solutions:

“Uhhh…” I just stared at the white board blankly. “Maybe I need to apply some good old fashion research to this”.

I put the marker down and went over to my laptop. I opened a browser and in the search engine I typed “ways to keep legs open” I closed my eyes and hit enter. I felt so nervous. I cautiously opened my eyes and staring back at me was a sex blog article entitled “Fun Ways to Use Spreader Bars”.

I clicked on it and was shocked but instantly felt a tingle in my crotch as the picture above the article loaded. It showed a model in lingerie with a metal bar between her spread legs that looked like it attached to her ankles with some sort of thick bracelets.

The picture was all I needed, I picked up the marker and went back to the white board and wrote “Bar and Bracelets” next to step three. I stepped back, to admire my work when I suddenly heard the key to the lock turn. I quickly erased the whiteboard and had just managed to close my internet browser as my roommate walked in.

“Hey Kelly, you’re back early.” I said as nonchalantly as I could.

“Yeah, the Professor gave a pop quiz, those who got 100% could leave, anything less, you had to stay, so I ACED it!” She exclaimed, as she threw her bag down.

“What have you been doing? Still working on homework?” She said as she eyed the freshly, but hastily erased white board.

“Yeah, the usual.” I lied, using our generic expression about homework.

“So, do you have any plans for your birthday?” She asked, as her focus moved to our shared calendar on the wall.

“None yet, like, I know this is supposed to be a big one; but, the normal bars and partying, that most people do, seem overwhelming.” I sighed.

“I’m sure you’ll think of something to do to mark this passage of time, that will feel comfortable to you.” She nodded, with an understanding look, before she sat down and opened a book.

We had been roommates for over two years now, she was majoring in psychology and had been very accepting and understanding of my “quirks” as they had become to be called.

—

“How to make a spreader bar?” I typed into the search engine.

“DIY BDSM Toys and Equipment!” vlog came up. I double checked the sound was completely turned off on my laptop before clicking the link. There was a video with a guy showing how to weld metal loops to the ends of a metal bar.

“This won’t work for me.” I thought as sparks from the welding filled my screen. I scrolled through his videos and found one about “Under The Bed Restraints”. I couldn’t hear what he was saying, but he showed lifting up a mattress and putting straps across with the ends sticking out. He then showed tying those ends to a ring that was on one of those thick bracelets the model with the spreader bar was wearing on her ankles. I looked around the room for something resembling these straps. My eyes fell on the resistance bands Kelly had bought for the pilates class she took last year. I tried to remember if she had used them at all since that class ended. They were the same width as our dorm room twin mattresses.

“I’m sure she wouldn’t notice if one went missing,” I said to myself. I got up and grabbed one, tentatively lifted up the bottom of my mattress and laid it, across the frame making sure the handles were sticking out evenly on both sides before lowering the mattress back in place. I felt so turned on admiring my handy work, my thick comforter would easily conceal what I had done. I didn’t have any bracelets that seemed strong enough for what I needed, but I really wanted to try this out.

I glanced at the clock 8:37pm. Kelly was out watching a movie, while I had stayed back due to the surround sound of the movie theater being too much for me. The movie wouldn’t be done until 9:15, so I had some time.

“Maybe,” I thought, sitting on my bed çapa escort and examining the handles of the resistance bands, “I can tie my shoe laces to these.”

I untied one shoe and realized the laces would be too thin, but, upon careful comparison, my shoe could not fit through the handle, but my foot could. I hastily took off my shoes, positioned myself in the middle of my bed, slid each foot through a handle, then put my shoes back on. I tried it out gently at first, then a little harder, it seemed to hold.

I laid back on my bed, took a deep breath, then slid one hand down my pants, into my panties, and felt a slick wetness and jolt of pleasure as I found my nub, my legs were already straining to close. I squeezed my breast through my shirt and bra with my other hand, as my finger found my wet hole and gently traced around the outside, then back up to the nub, another jolt of intense pleasure and my hand shot out of my pants, leaving a wet trail up my stomach as I writhed. I caught my breath, and gently slid my hand back down my pants, but before touching myself, I used my other hand to tighten my belt, hopefully securing it in place, then, for good measure, I held my arm down with my free hand to prevent it from exiting my pants again.

I skipped over my very sensitive nub and went for the hole. The circulation to my feet felt like it was being cut off as my legs tried to kick and strain to close. I put one finger in my hole, all the way in, and gently felt the texture as it swam in the wetness.

“Ahhh,” I let out a soft moan, I hooked my finger inside and clamped my arm down tighter as I felt it trying to escape.

I slowly inserted a second finger, feeling a new sensation, hot, burning almost, as both fingers slid in and out of my hole.

“Mmmmm Ahhhh!” came uncontrollably out of my mouth. I moved back up to my nub with two slick fingers and pinched it gently.

“Ahhhhh!” my arm was writhing as much as my legs now, but it felt so good. I moved my fingers quickly in a circle on the tip of the nub.

“Eeee Aaahhhh!” I shrieked, louder than I meant to, as my body jolted, hips bucking, it was all I could do to keep my hand there, suddenly I shuddered and my abs seized up like i was doing rapid crunches. My fingers sprung away from my body and I couldn’t will myself to keep touching, but I felt finished as I lay there panting. I looked at the clock, 8:42pm.

“Had it only taken me 5 minutes?” I thought to myself, “I need to work on my stamina now.”

I untied and took off my shoes, washed my hands in our room sink, then sat down to do more “research”.

“What does DIY mean?” I typed into the search engine.

“Acronym for Do It Yourself,” was the first result that came up.

“Duh,” I thought to myself, “of course it’s that”.

Next I typed in, “What does BDSM mean”.

“Acronym for Bondage Discipline, Dominance/Submission, Sadism, and Masochism,” popped up.

“That’s dumb,” I thought, “Shouldn’t it be BDDSSM instead?”

There were some articles, so I clicked on one titled “Make All Your BDSM Fantasies Come True”. It was a website for a woman claiming to be a “Professional Dominatrix”. I raised an eyebrow and checked out her rates.

“WOW!” I gasped, “$250/hour? I can’t afford that! And I definitely can’t last an hour!”

I heard the key turning in the door and quickly closed the browser.

“Hey, how was the movie?” I asked as Kelly walked in.

“It was great!” she said, “You might want to watch it when it comes out on-demand.”

“Hey, so I’ve been thinking that maybe I should try dating soon.” I said, trying to sound cool.

“Oh really?” Kelly raised her eyebrows at me.

“I’m just not sure how to go about meeting people who might be okay or into my… quirks,” I hesitated, not sure I should mention this new found BDSM, which, at least the bondage part, seemed to be the solution to my sensation sensitivities.

“Well,” Kelly softened a bit “meeting anyone in person might prove to be a challenge, since you’d almost have to start off like that. There are online personals websites where you can write paragraphs for people to read before messaging you.” She gave me a couple different names of websites before heading to shower.

I typed the first one in and scrolled the postings. “BBW4LTR”, “241 NSA”, “WM 7in UC 4 petite AW”.

“Good God! I’m going to need a dictionary to figure this out” I thought.

“Well, I do know one acronym, so I’ll start with that.” I carefully typed in “BDSM” into the search box, and watched as 3 listings came up.

“Better than nothing.” One was a Professional Dominatrix ad, which I already knew I couldn’t afford.

“M4F BDSM you will be Bound to have a good time.” Interested, I clicked on the title of the posting.

“Professional, experienced, clean, good looking Dominant male looking for a clean, good looking female to experience my custom built bondage equipment. Inexperienced welcome. Please reply with a photo, your age, and your available schedule for us to meet” fatih escort

My fingers shook as I carefully typed in my free time.

“Did I want to include my birthday as a possibility? Why not? I still hadn’t planned anything.” I thought.

I searched my computer and found one of my professional headshots that had been taken, but not used, attached it to the email. He did ask for age, so I explained that I am 20 and that Friday will be my 21st birthday. I sent the email just before Kelly walked back in.

“Any luck?” she asked.

“Uhh, it all looks like a foreign language of acronyms to me,” I responded sounding fumbled. “I need to spend more time on this, but I should go to sleep now,” I said.

“That is true of the first site,” Kelly said with a rye smile. “I’d recommend starting by setting up a profile on the second one I listed, I’ll help you tomorrow”.

—

“Dear girl,

You did not include your name, but I do not need to know it. I will simply call you “girl”. You can call me “Sir”.

I have attached an extended information sheet for you to fill out. Please be as thorough and honest as possible with your answers.

I understand your 21st Birthday is Friday. While you may already have plans, I hope you would consider letting me give you a birthday to remember.

Regards,

Sir Sebastian”

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My fingers were trembling as I read through the email and questionnaire. My birthday was tomorrow. Would I have time to fill all this out? I guess I could spend the weekend doubling down to get homework done.

Question 1: Are you claustrophobic?

Answer: No, in a way, it is actually comforting.

Question 2: Have you ever experienced any trauma or traumatic events relating to being unable to move?

Answer: No

Question 3: When was your last STD tests and what were the results.

Answer: Never, but I’m still a virgin and have been vaccinated.

Question 4: What interests you in bondage?

Answer: I have sensory sensitivity that makes it difficult to impossible for me to hold still to experience sensations. Bondage seems like a viable solution to this problem.

Question 5: Please list what you would definitely like to happen to you while you are in bondage.

Answer: An orgasm.

Question 6: Please list what you would definitely NOT like to happen to you while you are in bondage.

Answer: Loud noise.

Question 7: Is there anything else I need to know?

Answer: I do not have any plans for Friday.

I took a deep breath as I hit send. I felt apprehension and relief at the same time. I wasn’t quite sure what he meant by listing what I wanted to or not wanted to have happen, but I took a guess, hoping it would appease him.

A few minutes later I received a brief email.

“girl,

I have accepted your information sheet. Please meet me at The Coffee Shop on 1st Street at 3pm on Friday for final discussion. Plan to not return home until 7pm.

Regards,

Sir Sebastian”

“Wow, this guy must like to talk,” I thought, “Four hours in a coffee shop to discuss bondage?”

—

“Happy Birthday!” Kelly said, as I sleepily rolled out of bed.

“Thanks.” I mumbled, as I walked over to my closet.

“So, did you come up with any plans to celebrate today?” she asked enthusiastically.

“Yeah… I’m going on a coffee date.” I said casually.

“Oh really?” she responded.

“Yeah, I responded to some guy’s post online, told him about my quirks, and he wants to meet up at 3pm.” I mumbled while pulling my blouse on over my head.

“That’s so good! I’ll be in class at that time, but I can’t wait to hear about it after!” Kelly gushed.

“Yeah, I’ll be home around 7pm.” I responded.

“Oh, you have other plans after coffee?” she said, giving me a peculiar look.

“No, he just said to plan to not come home until 7pm.” I said, as casually as I can.

“What?” Kelly looked distraught at this information.

“I’m not worried,” I said, though now I felt it. “please don’t worry unless I’m not back by 7pm.”

“Okay,” she said “but I want you to text me when you leave the coffee shop.”

“I will,” I said, as I slung my backpack over my shoulder and head for class.

—

As I’m walking toward the coffee shop, I realized that I didn’t even know who this man was, or what he looked like. How would I recognize him? I pushed open the door and walked in, trying my best to look confident.

“girl,” I heard and turned to see a man, at least 10 or more years older than me, sitting on a stool at the counter in the window, he already had a cup of coffee. I walked over to him and barely audible, whispered, “Sir?”

He chuckled and said, “Go order a drink of your choosing, tell them to put it on Sebastian’s tab, then come join me.”

I hesitantly walked to the counter and ordered a hot chocolate, getting an interesting glance from the baristas when I said to put it on Sebastian’s tab. Then nişantaşı escort walked back and sat on the stool next to him with my hot chocolate, and anxiously waitied for him to speak while I stared out the window.

“girl, you say you have sensation sensitivity?” he started off.

“Yes,” I responded.

“You mean yes, Sir,” he said in a corrective tone.

“Yes Sir,” quickly stumbled out of my mouth and then I took a sip of hot cocoa.

“Good girl,” he chided.

“From what I know about sensation sensitivity, and my experience with others who have it, I take it that you also do not like looking people directly in the eye?” he continued.

“Yes Sir,” I responded, glad he took the lead on this conversation and relieved I was not the first person with this he had met.

“Sometimes, even in bondage, things can be too much to handle. I use safe-words and safe-signals as a way of communicating when anything needs to slow down or stop completely.” He said nonchalantly, as though he was explaining how the score is kept for bowling.

“Red means stop everything now, Yellow means slow down, and Green means everything is good. You can say them at any point to let me know how you are, and I will check in periodically. For instance, how is this conversation making you feel?”

“Green, Sir,” I responded.

“Good, I like to hear that,” he continued. “You have indicated you are a virgin as well as never having experienced this before.”

“Yes, Sir… uhhh… yellow,” I responded. I saw his reflection in the window and he smiled really big at my response.

“Thank you for letting me know to slow this conversation down,” he said. “Which part made you the most uncomfortable?”

I blushed, “All of it really, Sir,” I stammered.

“I see” he nodded, “Well, let me try to break it down further. Let’s start with your inexperience first.”

“Okay, Sir,” I responded. I was actually really liking having someone else lead this, precisely because of my inexperience, I thought to myself.

“There are many reactions one might have to bondage, so I want you to be prepared.”

He continued, “The loss of control can cause anxiety and even panic attacks. In those instances, talking might not be a readily available option. For each piece of equipment, I will give you something to hold, and if you drop it, that will be your Red. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir,” I responded, sounding a little more confident.

“I have many things that are available that could be done to you, it would be a little difficult to describe them, so I think the discussion of that should be saved for when I can show you, so you can make an informed decision then.”

“Yes Sir,” I agreed, though I wondered what in the world he could mean?

“You mentioned you don’t like loud noise,” I nodded, “Would you be open to earplugs or noise cancelling headphones?”

“Yes Sir!” I said rather enthusiastically that another customer turned and gave us a weird look. I lowered my voice and quickly said, “I’m surprised I haven’t thought of that for myself before, Sir.”

He looked very happy and continued, “Very good, girl. Now, more uncomfortable topics. Sex.” I saw my reflection blush in the window and finished my cocoa, but still held the empty cup as though it was full.

“I will try to break it down into a series of smaller questions, feel free to use safewords or not answer if you want.” He said softly.

“Do you want to be fully nude or partially nude or clothes on?” He started with, I had never really considered this would have options.

“Clothed at first, maybe less later, Sir,” I responded.

“Alright, next question, are you wanting your external genitals like your clitoris stimulated?”

“Yes, Sir,” I responded.

“Would you like for me to rip, tear, or cut your clothing?” he asked in a calm tone.

“No Sir!” I said in shock.

“Do not worry, I will not damage your clothing, this is why we are having this discussion,” he said soothingly, “I can’t read minds, so now I know.”

I nodded and tried to keep processing all this new information coming in, like, there are people who like that?

“girl?” I heard him say and snapped back to the conversation “your answer?”

“Sorry Sir, can you repeat the question?” I asked meekly.

“Very well, but I do not like repeating myself, this is the only time I will repeat a question. The question was, are you wanting to be penetrated tonight and lose your virginity to me?”

“I’m… I’m… not sure, sorry Sir, this is a lot.” I stutterred.

He finished his coffee. “Excellent, this has been a good discussion.” He said standing up suddenly, “I am going to go pay my tab, if you would like to come to my place with me to get started, wait for me outside.” And with that he walked over to the counter.

I blinked and stared at my reflection in the window. Did I really want to do this? He said I can leave my clothes on and stay a virgin. Suddenly, in almost an uncontrolled way, my body rose up and walked outside while my brain still battled with the decision.

Once outside, I pulled out my phone, 3:30pm. Crap, Kelly was still in class. I sent her a quick message saying, “Coffee date went well, leaving the coffee shop now to continue hanging out with this guy. Will give you details tonight :)” and sent.

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