One of the most enjoyable moments is always the brief moment before the first kiss. That moment when everything can go wrong. An inept guy, bad breath, rough lips. But if everything goes perfectly, the first kiss is unlikely to be forgotten. That time everything was exactly like that, but the first night was something out of the ordinary, namely turning into a slave, but it is better to start from the very beginning. My name is Vika. I am a simple girl from the suburbs and fortunately I managed to enter a capital university. My appearance is quite decent, not without flaws. But they can be attributed to the lack of physical exercise. There is nothing extremely unsuccessful. An ordinary, tall student 175 cm, with small breasts of the 2nd size, a slightly convex bottom and a slender, but not trained body. Not a blonde and not a brunette. This is something in between the two extremes. So now I am in my third year and recently I was lucky to meet a graduate of this university, whose name we will keep a secret ;) I won't be modest and tell you that I'm a naive simpleton, for whom a hut is a paradise with a sweetheart. Like most, if not all girls, I also want someone rich and handsome. Therefore, meeting a capital rich kid became a reason to look even better and get rid of the remnants of modesty. But it seemed that my chosen one didn't care much, and soon I found out why. By the way, I forgot to tell you about this guy. He is a little taller than me, fair-haired, well-built and, perhaps, for my story I will call him Vladimir, because you never know. The first thing that catches your eye is his piercing gray eyes, with an almost metallic hue. And under the gaze of his eyes, I almost melted, then trembled. Quite strange sensations. So soon I found myself in his apartment, after another date and was anticipating sex. Scenes from the book "50 Shades of Gray" were spinning in my head, for some reason I wanted exactly this, or maybe something harder. I think a successful person must have some sexual quirks, otherwise where to spend money? On flower pots? After a couple of glasses of wine and short conversations about nothing, we finally got close enough for that kiss. The rough and gentle touches at the same time made me shiver, and when our tongues separated, I heard a rather intriguing proposal. - Vika, I have to warn you right away, I'm already tired of regular sex. You can agree to experiments or I can call you a taxi. - And what do you suggest? - What do you know about BDSM? - Not too much, but interested. - Then follow me. We were approaching one of the rooms: - And that it will be a red room? “This is not a movie or a book, but some moments are plausible,” I heard in response. When we crossed the threshold, I was slightly shocked, but even more intrigued. Quite a large loft-style room, with dim lighting and a huge number of all sorts of devices. Probably, each has its own name. In the middle there was something resembling stocks, now I know that it is the St. Andrew's cross. Chains, hooks, whips, ropes, various toys, clamps and much more. A truly unusual collection. “Now you’re here and it’s too late to refuse,” Vlad’s voice sounded behind me. To be honest, I wasn't even going to. It was a bit scary, but also interesting to try. “It’s going to hurt a little,” with these words he abruptly put my hands behind my back, put on handcuffs and led me into the depths of the room. - Will we have a STOP word? - I tried to be playful, but I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. - It should have been, but I'm not in the mood for easy games today. I'll just see what you're capable of. Before I had time to figure out what was happening, he twisted my arms and hooked the handcuffs onto some chain, and then abruptly put me on my knees. - It hurts! Gentle... - but my indignation was interrupted by a strong slap. - Shut up. You could have left, but you stayed. Now you are my slave. And you have no right to talk without my permission. A few moments later I was forced to kneel, my arms twisted behind my back even more, my shoulders were becoming increasingly painful. Soon my feet were chained to the floor, and I regretted wearing shoes that Vlad was in no hurry to take off, and they caused a lot of discomfort. I was afraid to speak without permission. Vlad sat down in front of me. - Look, this is weird, a little scary, but maybe you'll like it. I have no desire to go through all the stages step by step, introduce you to the so-called contracts, etc. So let's get started quickly, I have a feeling that you'll become a great bitch. Do you understand everything? Just nod. I nodded. It was too late to be indignant, so at least I just had to get through it. Especially since something could happen to me beyond what I had seen in porn. He stood over me, unzipped his fly and stuck out his cock. Nothing unusual, quite large, circumcised. An attempt to turn away turned into a lash. I had to open my mouth, I wanted to act as insidiously as possible and use my teeth to teach him a lesson. But he had driven his penis so deep into my mouth that I would never have been able to close my jaws. - Don't even think about it, I know how to handle whores like you. For some time he fucked me mercilessly in the throat. The dress quickly got soaked through with sweat and saliva, and tears and mascara ran down my face. I saw almost nothing, only felt. The chains loosened for a while, Vlad cut the dress, threw my shoes aside, it became a little easier, and then I had to say goodbye to my favorite underwear. - You're doing great. You know, it only looks like rape, and since I was trying to relax, I began to get some strange pleasure from what was happening. A few moments later, I was bukvoeb.run suspended by my hands from the ceiling, and my feet barely touched the floor. Vlad began to test the whips on me. Completely different ones. The blows hit my chest, pussy, ass. With each touch, red stripes remained on my tender skin. The screams were already sounding in my head, and when steel clamps were on my nipples, I almost lost consciousness. - Okay, that's enough for now. There's still the whole night ahead, and you came for sex after all. When he released me for a while, I almost fell to my knees. Resistance was useless, I just followed the master to some stocks. Soon I was firmly fixed in a doggy style position. It was difficult to move. The lighting in the torture room became even dimmer and at that moment I felt the lubricant flowing down my ass and pussy. - Just not there! Please! - but my indignation was interrupted by a strong blow of a leather whip on the striped buns. - I told you to keep quiet. Now I burst into tears. He didn’t have time to find out that this hole was still a virgin, but most likely he guessed. And yet he was of little interest. Vlad first inserted a small vibrator into my pussy and played with it for a long time. He turned it on, turned it off and turned it on again. How long this lasted is unclear. But by the end of these pranks I was already shaking from incredible pleasure and was just a step away from orgasm, even in spite of everything that had happened to me. After this already very pleasant execution, he inserted his tense member between my buns and began to fuck me hard. Perhaps it was painful, but the burning sensation I felt in my anus suddenly became indescribably pleasant. After the abuse of my joints and the striped body, I completely concentrated on anal sex. And when the vibrator was turned on in my vagina again, it became impossible to hold back my moans. I came so violently that it reverberated in every corner of my body. And when I felt the sperm filling my anus, I sprawled out helplessly on the device I was attached to. - I see that you liked it. - Vlad quickly freed me, changed the fastenings to some handcuffs and fastened me to the bed. - I'll give you an hour to rest, and then we'll get acquainted with other pleasures. I didn't show it, but I already passionately wanted more, and this was only a small part of what was waiting for me that night. And even less of what I learned the following week.