A Ride down Memory Lane

“Hello Anna. I hope you are comfortable? This might take a while, I’m afraid. How is my Spanish Horse?”

“I’m good, thank you Sir. The horse is fine, too. A bit sharp at the edge.”

“That’s by design, of course. Keep your pussy lips spread and your cunt right on top of the edge, and it will get a lot sharper. But you know that you can get off at any time, right? That would end this interview immediately, and you could not become one of my slaves then, but you can get off the horse at your discretion.”

“I know, Sir. I’ll stay.”

“Good. But keep in mind that the point of this interview is for me to get to know you. Your sexual past, your BDSM experience, your limits, your motivation, your dreams and hopes, your fantasies ... And that will only work if you give me detailed answers. No yes-or-no answers, but details, background, context. As I said, this might take a while.”

“Yes Sir, I understand.”

“All right. Let’s start with your sexual history. I’m not going to ask which highschooler took your virginity, but I’d like to know about your first anal experience.”

“Ah, yes. Well, actually that was completely unplanned. My boyfriend at the time had given me such a harsh pussy whipping that regular sex was just too painful. But he was horny, so he just switched to my other hole. Of course, I was 17 at the time. Today I would just take it in the pussy anyway.”

“And did you cum from your first anal sex?”

“No Sir. But that might have been more because of my boyfriend’s rush to cum himself rather than any lack of enthusiasm on my part. I rubbed myself to an orgasm after he went to sleep. Rubbing my clit was very painful, but I was so horny that I came quickly.”

“That’s quite something for a 17 year old. You must have broadened your horizon even further since then. What was your most extreme experience so far?”

“Well, I guess that was the wasps. My master had me tested for allergies first, and when the results showed that I had none he tied me down and glued small plastic cups on top of my tits and my pussy. In each cup was a wasp. My master kept hitting the cups and annoying the wasps until they were very angry. You could tell from the way they were buzzing around, and from the way they stung my nipples and my pussy lips. Multiple times! Then my master carefully removed the cups and the wasps and hit me with a flat rubber paddle right on the inflamed and very painfully swollen areas where I was stung. He kept at it until I passed out from the pain. That was one of the few sessions where I didn’t have an orgasm.”

“Where you upset about that? Not cumming, and passing out?”

“No Sir. I was a little sad, but I want to keep testing my limits, and expanding them. Don’t get me wrong, I love pain, and I get off on it, but I also want to be challanged and driven to new extremes. Doing the same things over and over again is not enough for me.”

“Speaking of challange: what kind of act or scene do you find most challanging?”

“Usually when I am being tortured, like whipped, but I have to keep still and in position on my own, without being restrained. When it’s pure willpower against the pain.”