Walking Through The Door

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He confided in me that submissiveness turned him on. However, his ultra-Orthodox upbringing, shyness and awkwardness kept him from exposing his desires to women he was interested in dating. He was a Jewish man, a breadwinner… not a puppy in need of training. His fetish grew inside of him like a steady fire. His nights alone were filled with a virtual mistress, Kleenex and a butt plug. Pain and punishment joined the mischief as well.

Imagination served him well initially but his urge for real sexual satisfaction thrived deep inside and he finally committed to getting what he secretly yearned for.

​One night he traveled to downtown NYC and mustered up the courage to walk into Paddles. It was a grimy, dark place where others like him looked for sexual fulfillment. A mistress in high leather boots approached him, took him by the hand and led him to an empty room.

“Disrobe,” she ordered.
He willingly removed his clothing.
First his black skinny jeans. Then his white tee.

He stood in front of her naked and exposed, goosebumps running up and down his arms. His nipples hardened. His cock, the heftiest it had ever been, stood at 90 degrees.

The dominatrix grabbed a length of rope and began to slowly tie him up.

With hands behind his back, he was at her disposal. She pushed him down on his knees; his eyes level with her sultry lips clearly outlined by her black latex thong. She proceeded to spank him, tickle him, and bite him.

The moment he had been waiting for finally arrived. She unveiled a string of small black beads and grinned from ear to ear. As she penetrated him slowly with the beads, she smacked him like the bad boy he was, over and over until he cried out, coming with full force. His body went limp as he found himself in pure ecstasy – completely taken, completely released and without any of the timidness or Jewish guilt that had hindered him like it used to hinder me during adolescence. I was glued to every word he used to tell me his secret and I vouched that next time I would share mine…

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