VR SLAVEGIRL

Virtual Reality SLAVEGIRL

Diary of a BDSM supporter I like to be bound and punished - but a man crossed my border. Alice picks men on the Internet. She does not want a partner for a relationship, but a BDSM contact. At FOCUS Online she tells her story in diary form. The first man is supposed to be dominant, to have her sexually under control. But then everything goes off the rails. Its supposed to be a harmless blind date: A meeting on an ordinary Saturday afternoon in a café. I dont think thats a big risk. What should happen in public during the day? I contacted the man I had an appointment with two weeks earlier via an online dating portal specifically aimed at BDSM supporters (Bondage & Discipline, Dominance & Submission, Sadism & Masochism). I like dominant men who have me sexually under control, I write in my profile.

I like to be bound, punished and disciplined.

I describe myself as bottom, i.e. passive and submissive, as opposed to top - the more active role played by the leading partner in BDSM games. The age or personal background of my playmates is irrelevant to me. I am primarily interested in sexual contact, not in a relationship. A code leads the visitors of my profile to a detailed catalogue of questions that informs them about my preferences and limitations. I like to be bound, punished and disciplined - I freely admit that. Kidnapping role-plays and staged rapes, on the other hand - a frequent fantasy of the men - are not for me, since they usually get right to the point. I need a lot of trust to turn myself over to a man. For me, this also includes getting to know each other in peace. The meeting place is lonelier than expected The man who calls himself Mr. X claims to match my preferences. He is married and therefore only interested in an affair. A lively e-mail exchange and a phone call follow - the chemistry seems to be right with us. As a meeting place for our first date, Mr. X suggests the parking lot of a café a little outside where nobody knows us. There, the stranger tells me, he will grant me a time to think about whether I want to accept him as my Dom or not. I agree. When I arrive at the place at the agreed time, the place is lonelier than expected. The parking lot borders on a walking path, but seems deserted. The café is a few hundred metres away. Hardly anyone is on the road on this rainy day.

I got whipped in the woods and got caught

Im paralyzed at first. The man who smiles at me is much older than I am. I stretch out my hand to greet him, but instead of grabbing it, he holds my head tight and squeezes his tongue between my lips. He kisses me directly before we even greet each other. That takes me completely by surprise. Frozen by the cold, I let myself be persuaded to get into his car with him, where he has a bottle of champagne ready. On the back seat he fills two plastic cups with the drink, but first puts the glasses aside. Instead, he asks me to make myself comfortable. But before I can take the coat off, he already pushes his hands under my skirt and into my pantyhose. I am so surprised that at first I dont react at all. I am paralyzed at first. I just think: What is happening here? The man presses me against the door and penetrates me with his fingers. When I then fight him off, he sees it as part of the game. He holds me tight and obviously thinks hes arousing me with it. At the same time he sticks his tongue down my throat. It is disgusting. I feel like Im about to vomit. For the first time I actually feel completely at the mercy - like a doll. In BDSM there are usually clear rules. Nothing may happen against the will of one of the people involved. Here, however, there had been no clear agreements in advance between me and Mr. X about sexual acts. We hadnt even agreed on a Safe Word with which I could have stopped him. The man is so aroused that he does not perceive my disgust. I force myself to keep a cool head. Under the pretext of wanting to toast with him first, I manage to push him back and involve him in a conversation. I ask him about his two children. That seems to me the best way to bring him back to reality. Then I persuade him to go for a walk. He must believe that I would like to have sex outdoors. Outside we take a few steps, but when he wants to pull me into the bushes, I fight back. He seems irritated and angry. At the same moment other walkers meet us. I take the opportunity, turn around and run back. He doesnt follow me.

Submissiveness is not an invitation

Its only on my way home that I realize Im bleeding on my lip. The man obviously bit me. What disturbs me the most is that he took it for granted that he could do all this. But a submissive attitude alone is not a declaration of consent to sex. Submissiveness is not an invitation.




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