How old were you....?

[phil196662]

I was 14 just after my mother passed away. i met a girl who was 16 and loked to tickle and had 6 ear rings in each ear. we were friends for a year or so and slept together frequently to my dads approval. one night she tied me to the bed and tickled and pleased me but then we went with her older sister to get her ears pierced and i was introduced to extened and deeper pleasures.
she put a line of needles down each side of my back and things have not been the same.

 

[FurryFury]

I would have started sooooo much younger if I had only be able/understood that this was what I wanted/needed.

Fury

 

[shy slave]

I was 35 yrs.

It was worth waiting for

 

[LoneOne]

Voted no experience, but had fantasies about beeing controlled from 9 years up. I always had an knack for strong and dominant woman (the subtle version of dominance) and didn't understand it until 3-4 years ago, since then I'm searching for someone I will be able to explore this part of my personality with.

And besides my taste in woman I developed a high interest in pain... but that is something I will have to explore too.

 

[Kind der Nacht]

I would have started younger but i need the right girl.

 

[Andante]

19

I was 19 when having my first r/l experience, but it has been on my mind since I was 12, or maybe younger.

At 19 I was sharing a student flat with another guy while studying. We had each our own room but shared entrance-hall, kitchen and bathroom. I had a 16 year old girlfriend at the time. Not the brightest girl I've ever known, but sweet, sexy and very willing. She obviously enjoyed being 'used', but only knew about vanilla ways. Blowjobs was as kinky as it got in the beginning with her. One night she came around to the flat, though I had told her that I had a physics report to finish. I said she could stay and sleep over, but she would have to let me work until bedtime. She agreed, but really annoyed me; asking over and over "can I turn the TV on; I am bored", standing behind me fiddling with my hair, etc. I got fed up, but at one point also realised that I was excited. It was, to me, like she was asking for trouble (I don't think she was; she was just too dense to understand the importance of studying).

At one point I turned around on my office-chair, looked sternly at her and said in a very low, calm voice "sit down and shut up, or I will tie and gag you". She stared at me in disbelief for a few seconds, then asked with a cheeky grin "and exactly what will you use for that", as she looked around the room. I simply got off my chair, walked out of the room, knocked on my mate's door and, loud enough for her to hear, asked him "can I borrow that clothes-line you are keeping under your bed; the bitch is annoying me!". He gave me a big grin, handed me the clothes-line and said, deliberately loud "just let me know if you need a hand".

When I entered my own room again with 20 m of blue plastic-coated clothes-line in my hand and shut the door behind me, she was sitting very quietly on my sofa bed, completely upright, hands resting in her lap and with a puzzled and slightly nervous look on her face.

To be honest, I didn't know where I was heading. First of all, I hoped she wouldn't panic and start screaming or something, and I wasn't sure whether she would run away, fight me or what.
Standing quietly looking at her for a few seconds, I realised all she did was wait, as if she suddenly were completely unable to decide anything on her own.

"Make the bed", I said in a calm voice, looking straight at her. She tried to hold my glance for a couple of seconds, but then lowered her eyes. Slowly she rose from the sofa and did as she was told. Once the bed was made, I walked across to her and told her to stand still. I started to unbutton her white shirt. "I need to go to the bathroom first", she said in an unusually timid voice. I hesitated for a second, then just said "later!" The disbelief in her eyes were intense, but she remained still and quiet as I slowly and methodically undressed her until she had nothing on but her tiny panties.

"Now go to the bathroom" I said, being very aware that she would have to run the risk of meeting my mate in the hall, but equally aware that she was unlikely to just walk out the front door! Oh, how I enjoyed seeing her opening my door ajar, peeking out and then running for the bathroom, hands covering her breasts! In her absence, I pulled the bed slightly away from the wall, and secured one end of the clothes-line to the back of the bed.

Back from the bathroom, I told her to lay down on her back on the bed. To my great relief, she did so without any fuss. Seeing her laying there, very still, just looking at me without directly meeting my glance, suddenly gave me a very strong feeling of being in absolute control. Not being in control because I was violent or even threatening, but simply because I had decided to be.

After that, it was just a question of methodically tying her up, spread-eagled, as I calmly gave her the necessary directions, like "put your foot here", "stretch your arm", etc. Having finished that, I stood beside the bed, looking directly at her and said "look at me". Quietly she met my glance and I said "I told you to let me concentrate on my work and what the consequences would be if you didn't. Didn't I?" She nodded quietly. I continued to say "Now I will cover you up in the duvet so you don't get cold, and I will finish my report. I will probably fuck you when I am done. Are you ready for that?" Up till that point sex between us had always been initiated by foreplay; I had never just said that I would fuck her. Again she gave me a quiet nod, but just to emphasize my control, I slowly bent over, pulled her panties aside and slid a finger into her cunt. It was dripping wet, which I made a point of telling her. Her hips thrusted upwards to meet my finger, as far as the bondage allowed her.

Inspired by the apparent hunger of her cunt, I opened a drawer and took out my sheath knife, pulled the knife from the sheath and put it back in the drawer. All this was done with my back towards her, as not to scare her with the knife. Turning around, I showed her the black metal sheath and then proceeded to slowly showe it up her cunt. When only a few centimetres was visible, I pulled the panties back, to keep the sheath in place.

After covering her up with the duvet, I asked her "now will you keep quiet, or do I have to gag you?" She shook her haid. "Does that mean you won't be quiet or you won't need gagged", I asked? "I will be quiet" she said.
Do I have to say it was hard work to turn my back against her and focus on my physics report for another hour? Finally done, I went to the bathroom and had a quick shower, then returned to the room, lit a few candles, put some quiet music on, switched off the electric light, dropped my underpants and removed the duvet. During all this she followed my every move with her eyes, but said nothing.

I bent down, pulled the string of her panties aside, moved the knife sheath in and out of her soaked cunt a couple of times and the pulled it out and held it close to her face. "So this is how wet you get when treated like a simple slut", I said! She didn't answer, but her squirms, swollen wet cunt, rock hard nipples, red face and panting breath told me everything! I noticed a string of pre-cum hanging from the tip of my cock, so I leaned over the bed and she eagerly turned her head and stretched out her tongue to catch it. I allowed her to have it, and let her hungry lips taste the head of my cock for a few seconds, then slid between her legs and fucked her.
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Sorry guys; I only meant this post to say "19", but I got a bit carried away!
This all took place more than 24 years ago but is still a very vivid memory. I won't pretend to remember the exact words, but I definately remember the meaning of each sentence. Besides, few of you would understand the exact words anyway, as they were said in two different, obscure Danish dialects!

 

[RJMasters]

I was 19 when having my first r/l experience, but it has been on my mind since I was 12, or maybe younger.

At 19 I was sharing a student flat with another guy while studying. We had each our own room but shared entrance-hall, kitchen and bathroom. I had a 16 year old girlfriend at the time. Not the brightest girl I've ever known, but sweet, sexy and very willing. She obviously enjoyed being 'used', but only knew about vanilla ways. Blowjobs was as kinky as it got in the beginning with her. One night she came around to the flat, though I had told her that I had a physics report to finish. I said she could stay and sleep over, but she would have to let me work until bedtime. She agreed, but really annoyed me; asking over and over "Can I turn the TV on; I am bored", standing behind me fiddling with my hair, etc. I got fed up, but at one point also realised that I was excited. It was, to me, like she was asking for trouble (I don't think she was; she was just to dense to understand the importance of studying).

At one point I turned around on my office-chair, looked sternly at her and said in a very low, calm voice "sit down and shut up, or I will tie and gag you". She stared at me in disbelief for a few seconds, then asked with a cheeky grin "and exactly what will you use for that", as she looked around the room. I simply got off my chair, walked out of the room, knocked on my mate's door and, loud enough for her to hear, asked him "can I borrow that clothes-line you are keeping under your bed; the bitch is annoying me!". He gave me a big grin, handed me the clothes-line and said, deliberately loud "just let me know if you need a hand".

When I entered my own room again with 20 m of blue plastic-coated clothes-line in my hand and shut the door behind me, she was sitting very quietly on my sofa bed, completely upright, hands resting in her lap and with a puzzled and slightly nervous look on her face.

To be honest, I didn't know where I was heading. First of all, I hoped she wouldn't panic and start screaming or something, and I wasn't sure whether she would run away, fight me or what.
Standing quietly looking at her for a few seconds, I realised all she did was wait, as if she suddenly were completely unable to decide anything on her own.

"Make the bed", I said in a calm voice, looking straight at her. She tried to hold my glance for a couple of seconds, but then lowered her eyes. Slowly she rose from the sofa and did as she was told. Once the bed was made, I walked across to her and told her to stand still. I started to unbutton her white shirt. "I need to go to the bathroom first", she said in an unusually timid voice. I hesitated for a second, then just said "later!" The disbelief in her eyes were intense, but she remained still and quiet as I slowly and methodically undressed her until she had nothing on but her tiny panties.

"Now go to the bathroom" I said, being very aware that she would have to run the risk of meeting my mate in the hall, but equally aware that she was unlikely to just walk out the front door! Oh, how I enjoyed seeing her opening my door ajar, peeking out and then running for the bathroom, hands covering her breasts! In her absence, I pulled the bed slightly away from the wall, and secured one end of the clothes-line to the back of the bed.

Back from the bathroom, I told her to lay down on her back on the bed. To my great relief, she did so without any fuss. Seeing her laying there, very still, just looking at me without directly meeting my glance, suddenly gave me a very strong feeling of being in absolute control. Not being in control because I was violent or even threatening, but simply because I had decided to be.

After that, it was just a question of methodically tying her up, spread-eagled, as I calmly gave her the necessary directions, like "put your foot here", "stretch your arm", etc. Having finished that, I stood beside the bed, looking directly at her and said "look at me". Quietly she met my glance and I said "I told you to let me concentrate on my work and what the consequences would be if you didn't. Didn't I?" She nodded quietly. I continued to say "Now I will cover you up in the duvet so you don't get cold, and I will finish my report. I will probably fuck you when I am done. Are you ready for that?" Up till that point sex between us had always been initiated by foreplay; I had never just said that I would fuck her. Again she gave me a quiet nod, but just to emphasize my control, I slowly bent over, pulled her panties aside and slid a finger into her cunt. It was dripping wet, which I made a point of telling her. Her hips thrusted upwards to meet my finger, as far as the bondage allowed her.

Inspired by the apparent hunger of her cunt, I opened a drawer and took out my sheath knife, pulled the knife from the sheath and put it back in the drawer. All this was done with my back towards her, as not to scare her with the knife. Turning around, I showed her the black metal sheath and then proceeded to slowly showe it up her cunt. When only a few centimetres was visible, I pulled the panties back, to keep the sheath in place.

After covering her up with the duvet, I asked her "now will you keep quiet, or do I have to gag you?" She shook her haid. "Does that mean you won't be quiet or you won't need gagged", I asked? "I will be quiet" she said.
Do I have to say it was hard work to turn my back against her and focus on my physics report for another hour? Finally done, I went to the bathroom and had a quick shower, then returned to the room, lit a few candles, put some quiet music on, switched off the electric light, dropped my underpants and removed the duvet. During all this she followed my every move with her eyes, but said nothing.

I bent down, pulled the string of her panties aside, moved the knife sheath in and out of her soaked cunt a couple of times and the pulled it out and held it close to her face. "So this is how wet you get when treated like a simple slut", I said! She didn't answer, but her squirms, swollen wet cunt, rock hard nipples, red face and panting breath told me everything! I noticed a string of pre-cum hanging from the tip of my cock, so I leaned over the bed and she eagerly turned her head and stretched out her tongue to catch it. I allowed her to have it, and let her hungry lips taste the head of my cock for a few seconds, then slid between her legs and fucked her.
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Sorry guys; I only meant this post to say "19", but I got a bit carried away!
This all took place more than 24 years ago but is still a very vivid memory. I won't pretend to remember the exact words, but I definately remember the meaning of each sentence. Besides, few of you would understand the exact words anyway, as they were said in two different, obscure Danish dialects!

This was so cool ty for not stopping at "19" but telling us the whole thing.

 

[alice_underneath]

Sorry guys; I only meant this post to say "19", but I got a bit carried away!

My god, Andante. Why on earth would you be sorry?

For someone like me - a submissive woman who has never been (and will never have the opportunity to be) intimate with a dominant male - this is fantasy of the most exquisite kind.

This is exactly the type of thing that I am looking for (but very rarely find) when I read the stories in the BDSM category here at Lit.

All of the stories on my Favorites List read, start to finish, like plausible encounters between actual human beings. (Even the one by Mr. Assassin with the summary description: "A fantasy from the chatroom". LOL! Such delicious irony there....)

To me, realism in the BDSM genre is soooo much more erotic than exaggerated tales involving far-fetched settings, slaves with no limits, and infallible Doms.

In other words, Andante....... Thank you very much for not simply posting "19".

Alice

 

[Andante]

My god, Andante. Why on earth would you be sorry?

(....)

In other words, Andante....... Thank you very much for not simply posting "19".

Alice

I'm glad my little stroll down memory lane wasn't in vain!

 

[FurryFury]

I was 19 when having my first r/l experience, but it has been on my mind since I was 12, or maybe younger.

At 19 I was sharing a student flat with another guy while studying. We had each our own room but shared entrance-hall, kitchen and bathroom. I had a 16 year old girlfriend at the time. Not the brightest girl I've ever known, but sweet, sexy and very willing. She obviously enjoyed being 'used', but only knew about vanilla ways. Blowjobs was as kinky as it got in the beginning with her. One night she came around to the flat, though I had told her that I had a physics report to finish. I said she could stay and sleep over, but she would have to let me work until bedtime. She agreed, but really annoyed me; asking over and over "can I turn the TV on; I am bored", standing behind me fiddling with my hair, etc. I got fed up, but at one point also realised that I was excited. It was, to me, like she was asking for trouble (I don't think she was; she was just too dense to understand the importance of studying).

At one point I turned around on my office-chair, looked sternly at her and said in a very low, calm voice "sit down and shut up, or I will tie and gag you". She stared at me in disbelief for a few seconds, then asked with a cheeky grin "and exactly what will you use for that", as she looked around the room. I simply got off my chair, walked out of the room, knocked on my mate's door and, loud enough for her to hear, asked him "can I borrow that clothes-line you are keeping under your bed; the bitch is annoying me!". He gave me a big grin, handed me the clothes-line and said, deliberately loud "just let me know if you need a hand".

When I entered my own room again with 20 m of blue plastic-coated clothes-line in my hand and shut the door behind me, she was sitting very quietly on my sofa bed, completely upright, hands resting in her lap and with a puzzled and slightly nervous look on her face.

To be honest, I didn't know where I was heading. First of all, I hoped she wouldn't panic and start screaming or something, and I wasn't sure whether she would run away, fight me or what.
Standing quietly looking at her for a few seconds, I realised all she did was wait, as if she suddenly were completely unable to decide anything on her own.

"Make the bed", I said in a calm voice, looking straight at her. She tried to hold my glance for a couple of seconds, but then lowered her eyes. Slowly she rose from the sofa and did as she was told. Once the bed was made, I walked across to her and told her to stand still. I started to unbutton her white shirt. "I need to go to the bathroom first", she said in an unusually timid voice. I hesitated for a second, then just said "later!" The disbelief in her eyes were intense, but she remained still and quiet as I slowly and methodically undressed her until she had nothing on but her tiny panties.

"Now go to the bathroom" I said, being very aware that she would have to run the risk of meeting my mate in the hall, but equally aware that she was unlikely to just walk out the front door! Oh, how I enjoyed seeing her opening my door ajar, peeking out and then running for the bathroom, hands covering her breasts! In her absence, I pulled the bed slightly away from the wall, and secured one end of the clothes-line to the back of the bed.

Back from the bathroom, I told her to lay down on her back on the bed. To my great relief, she did so without any fuss. Seeing her laying there, very still, just looking at me without directly meeting my glance, suddenly gave me a very strong feeling of being in absolute control. Not being in control because I was violent or even threatening, but simply because I had decided to be.

After that, it was just a question of methodically tying her up, spread-eagled, as I calmly gave her the necessary directions, like "put your foot here", "stretch your arm", etc. Having finished that, I stood beside the bed, looking directly at her and said "look at me". Quietly she met my glance and I said "I told you to let me concentrate on my work and what the consequences would be if you didn't. Didn't I?" She nodded quietly. I continued to say "Now I will cover you up in the duvet so you don't get cold, and I will finish my report. I will probably fuck you when I am done. Are you ready for that?" Up till that point sex between us had always been initiated by foreplay; I had never just said that I would fuck her. Again she gave me a quiet nod, but just to emphasize my control, I slowly bent over, pulled her panties aside and slid a finger into her cunt. It was dripping wet, which I made a point of telling her. Her hips thrusted upwards to meet my finger, as far as the bondage allowed her.

Inspired by the apparent hunger of her cunt, I opened a drawer and took out my sheath knife, pulled the knife from the sheath and put it back in the drawer. All this was done with my back towards her, as not to scare her with the knife. Turning around, I showed her the black metal sheath and then proceeded to slowly showe it up her cunt. When only a few centimetres was visible, I pulled the panties back, to keep the sheath in place.

After covering her up with the duvet, I asked her "now will you keep quiet, or do I have to gag you?" She shook her haid. "Does that mean you won't be quiet or you won't need gagged", I asked? "I will be quiet" she said.
Do I have to say it was hard work to turn my back against her and focus on my physics report for another hour? Finally done, I went to the bathroom and had a quick shower, then returned to the room, lit a few candles, put some quiet music on, switched off the electric light, dropped my underpants and removed the duvet. During all this she followed my every move with her eyes, but said nothing.

I bent down, pulled the string of her panties aside, moved the knife sheath in and out of her soaked cunt a couple of times and the pulled it out and held it close to her face. "So this is how wet you get when treated like a simple slut", I said! She didn't answer, but her squirms, swollen wet cunt, rock hard nipples, red face and panting breath told me everything! I noticed a string of pre-cum hanging from the tip of my cock, so I leaned over the bed and she eagerly turned her head and stretched out her tongue to catch it. I allowed her to have it, and let her hungry lips taste the head of my cock for a few seconds, then slid between her legs and fucked her.
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Sorry guys; I only meant this post to say "19", but I got a bit carried away!
This all took place more than 24 years ago but is still a very vivid memory. I won't pretend to remember the exact words, but I definately remember the meaning of each sentence. Besides, few of you would understand the exact words anyway, as they were said in two different, obscure Danish dialects!

Dayum!

That is sooooo HOT!!!

I wish I'd had a boyfriend like you back then! LOL!

Thanks for sharing that!

I don't need this flannel shirt right now.

Fury

 

[Bbare45]

Well, according to the figures, I was 'late' being introduced to the whole thing. I was 35 and dating a beautiful hispanic lady that was 26.
One night while playing tongue tango, I pushed her back on the couch and pinned her hands above her head and just ravished her face and neck with kisses. She just moaned softly and said 'Yes YES' over and over.
I unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it down pinning her arms to her side. I was actually rather anxious and really just trying to hurry things a bit Once I had her arms pinned, I unsnapped her bra (THANK YOU TO WHOEVER INVENTED THAT MIRACLE TO MEN! ) and continued to shower her with kisses and tongings.
She finally said she'd had enough and I, ever the gentleman, was thinking that she was 'finished' for the evening.
Instead, she finished taking her blouse off (yea, I was STILL rather dense to what was going on) and tossed her bra aside and took my hand and led me to my bedroom.
Once there, she told me to get some ties and tie her down and do whatever I wanted.
After getting her tied spread-eagled and totally nude, I proceeded to spend about an hour and a half just playing and touching and whatevering to her. Never penetrating her, just seeing how close to the edge I brought her. When I finally had had enough, I finished things off with a rush. Plunging as deep as I could go and sliding in as fast as I could. THAT was when I realized what a REAL orgasm was for a woman!!!

After about 2 or 3 minutes of orgasming, she finally started breathing in a more normal way and asked me if I'd ever done that before. I told her no, but I'd love to do it again.
She then explained that she loved what we'd done and that she loves being put in a position where she can't do anything but take what is given or done to her. From that point on, I was hooked.
The things Juliana taught me were amazing. As a 'submissive' she taught me things like limits and we even used 'safe' words, though we didn't call them that. Hell, we thought we were inventing all of this stuff!
We dated for a year or so until she decided she liked women better than men and we parted ways.
Since then, I've been lucky enough to have introduced a few ladies to the joys of submitting to various degrees. One friend 'with benefits' tells me she has her best orgasms when she visits me and I tie her down and play with her. I've had to gag her a few times because she just gets so noisy ( I lived in an apartment at the time).
Anytime I hear that name, I think of her and remember how the door was opened for me.