Kinky Confessions – Story of Little Red
by little red
[ed. little red is a frequent contributor to BDSMCafe, and in this story, she gives the narrative of how she sexually blossomed and came into BDSM]
For as long as I could remember I had always a certain thing, in a certain way. I was a bit of a late bloomer when I first learned how to masturbate and at the age of 18. I didn’t have a clue what it was I was doing, I just knew it felt good. I called it the wiggy thing.
Although most young people learned how to masturbate I was little different now I think back, I used to do it right up to the point where I wanted to cum, hell I didn’t even know what it was, to me it felt like I needed to pee. So I would lie there in my bed and rub myself so slowly at first then build it right up till I really needed to pee then keep myself on the edge, purposefully torturing myself.
This is where my imagination would kick in. I started to imagine I was being locked up by this evil man who wouldn’t let me pee, getting myself right to the edge and keeping myself there, occasionally I would topple over it and then the feeling for a few seconds was out of this world, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to continue with my fantasy for a while till it had built up a little and I could begin again. So I tried my hardest to just stay at that one point, the point of no return.
As I grew I learned more and more about what I was doing, but the first fantasy was no longer enough for me.
When I was a year older my parents split up and we went to live next door to my granddad. This was the best time of my life, I loved my granddad and we could talk about anything. He told me it wasn’t wrong and made me feel more comfortable in myself. The best thing was my mum opened up and I saw a different side to her.
I developed a close relationship with my mum who was very open and honest about things of that nature and told us things and answered our questions, making it so easy to talk about things, and she never judged me.
By the time I was xx my fantasies were solely based on being tied or even raped, this was the year I watched my first porn movie.
I was at a friends house who lived on the same road as my granddad and his parents where out, we went up to the attic which was where his bedroom was and he had a video tape of his dads.
Ok it wasn’t the greatest one ever made it was called deep throat, really old 1980s cheesy effort, but wow it opened my eyes. He was a year older than I was and I watched him closely as his cock started to grow and I saw the look in his eyes as he watched me watching the film.
Slowly he crept up behind me and slipped his fingers inside my panties, I knew I was wet but didn’t know why, at that point I didn’t care as he seemed to enjoy it, and so was I.
I put my hands on his jeans and felt how stiff and how big he was, then he unzipped them. I sat there on his bed in amazement I didn’t want to go any further at that point but just sat there horrified at the thought of putting that into my mouth.
I have long red hair and always have had but that was the first time a lad had touched it then grasped it firmly, pushing down on the back of my head I looked up at him, his fingers still inside my crotch playing a little roughly but doing the job I had a decision to make.
I closed my eyes and lowered my head letting his hard cock slip into my mouth, at first all I could do was think about the taste and the intrusion of it all then I noticed he was enjoying it, I just wanted to please all I wanted to do was make him happy.
I let him do the movements I just followed so he took over the rhythm; it wasn’t long before he shot his load into my gaping mouth. I immediately sat up and spat it out coughing and choking.
Him being the typical male just zipped himself up and said wed better get the video back to his dads room before they returned, no mention or indication he was going to return the favour and make me cum, but the truth was I just enjoyed being on the edge anyway so it suited me.
That was my first ever sexual experience with a guy. Not mind blowing nothing exactly special but its mine.
That same year I joined the army cadets. I loved the idea of firing weapons and having fun with the boys so to speak and I went to Alfreton.
The ratio was 27 boys to 3 girls and boy did we have fun.
My first night I was so proud, we went to the firing range and I got my first class shooters badge and it was the first time id ever held a gun, the feeling was immense but that was also the first time I met the sergeant. He was so tall around 6ft, with a crop of thick blonde hair saved up the sides, easily 30 years old though, but wow he was gorgeous and he quickly became my first crush.
I hadn’t been with the cadet’s long maybe 3 weeks when we were asked to go to Shipley park for the annual sponsored walk and the cadets were to map out the routes and make sure people followed them it meant a weekend away from home.
When we all arrived we had to start setting up camp, the sergeant was there and he was in charge of placing everyone and helping with the tents and ponchos.
After a quick count he saw there were 2 girls and 230 lads.
The lieutenant of the group (i.e. the leader) said it would be wise if the lads slept on one side and we slept on the other in our own poncho with the sergeant in-between us.
This was done after a little arguing by us girlies, but what else could we do, so we got the sergeant to put our tent thing up, had our meal then went to bed.
We heard some of the lads disappearing off for a scout round and wished we could have joined them, but it would have been impossible to have left with the sergeant keeping such a close eye on us.
The other girl I was put with soon went to sleep and I was just dosing off when I noticed something moving about, after watching it for a minute or two I realised it was the sergeant he was rubbing himself in his sleeping bag and I could see every movement. As I watched him I noticed myself getting wetter and wetter and wound up, at first I slipped my fingers down and started to rub myself but the girl at the side of me stirred a little so I realised that was not an option.
So I said “what’s up aren’t I good enough for you then” and he winked at me then slid his sleeping bag to one side a little to allow me entrance. Ok I was 11 but I was so overwhelmingly wound up I made the decision and slipped quietly in beside of him.
I looked up at the stars as he climbed awkwardly and clumsily climbed on top of me, and then the pain struck me as he inserted his massive pulsating cock deep inside me, ill give him his due though he was sublimely gentle with me and talked to me asking me if I was ok all the time and kissing my neck as he went. The pain subsided after a few minutes and the pleasure began.
I have never felt anything like it since, I was totally at his mercy he moved me as he wanted and I went with the flow moaning a little as he was stretching me to full potential. Holding my body so close to his inside that sleeping bag and the stars above us, he occasionally kissed me to muffle the sound of my moans, tenderly caressing my small developing breasts with his finger tips, Gliding in easily on each and every stroke making masterful movements which began to drive me to my favourite place, the point of no return.
This time was different though, this time I couldn’t hold it in any longer and the need to release got more and more difficult to control. With each stroke it started to feel like he was growing even bigger inside of me, I could feel the veins in his cock, each pulsating in their own rhythm till I finally buried my head in his damp sticky chest and muffled my scream as I had my very first penetrative orgasm.
Afterwards I went to the onsite toilets and rubbed his sticky sperm from my dripping wet slightly bloody pussy.
I have never regretted doing it, I maybe would have regretted my age a little at the time but how many people realise their first crush and follow through with it when they get the chance. How many people loose their virginity under the stars so passionately? No my early experiences in life have made me the person I am today; I wouldn’t change them for the world.
After then the next biggest most memorable experience of my life was meeting the guy I was to marry.
I was 21 years old at the time and going out with his younger brother. The first time I saw him he had just come home from work and was sitting on the wall outside his parents house chatting with his mates. My heart skipped a beat, I knew I had to pas them all to get to the door to see if his brother was home and I noticed him checking me out as I went. What a self esteem booster. Needless to say I finished it with his brother the next day.
Although it was a while before he finally made a move on me, laughing” or was it the other way round, in fact it was almost a year.
Just after my 19th birthday he came down in his car to my house with a few of my friends from school, they had coerced him into bringing them down.
He sat there so shy with his long hair covering his face and didn’t utter a single word the whole night, my friends and I sat and discussed the following night we were going to get him to take us on a drive and have some fun. I made my move once my friends where heading back to his car and I pinned him up against the kitchen wall and kissed him. He looked really shocked but said he’d see me the following day as planned.
He arrived 30 minuets early and he was alone. He politely knocked on the door and chatted with my mum she told him she wanted me home for 9.
Well it was bloody typical the car broke down and we were late, my mum didn’t seem too much and set a later time for the following night of 11, at that age that wasn’t bad I thought.
The following night he said he wanted to go and talk somewhere, I suggested going to Shipley park and parking up. Him doing anything to please me immediately agreed.
It was dark but very hot he said he wanted to go sit in the back seat, I agreed and we both climbed clumsily into the back.
Then he said he was hot and removed his t-shirt, me being me and not knowing he was so naive and never had a girl before well I kinda jumped on him. He was so frightened when I started to strip kissing him as I went, but he was just so hard, I just had to have him.
He rather clumsily and after some time managed to put the condom on, I must admit he was huge and for a first time he wasn’t too bad.
Needless to say nothing much happened for a few years(except maybe the brief but fun lesbian fling which I’ve written about before), not the sort of stuff you want to hear about ill just skip to when id been married to him for 5 years and given him 2 kids and I was 9 months pregnant with my third.
Everything had gone well throughout, I had known for a few years what I was into and what i liked but id never dared to tell him.
My friend taught me about computers and i discovered I wasn’t the only person in the world who liked bdsm, this was a comforting thought, however I still didn’t have the balls to just tell my hubby I was a sub and enjoyed being told what to do and also a little pain.
Anyway back to what I was saying. Id had 2 children before hand the first labour was so boring I fell asleep, honest and truthfully I went to sleep. The second well was just so quick I was outside having a fag, I was determined I wasn’t going to be hooked up to those damned machines till I was close problem is it was closer than I thought and her head was almost out as I walking down the passageway. All was well though.
So here I was 24 and 9 months pregnant again, I knew id missed out so much from the other births I was determined to enjoy this one.
So the day he was actually due I was asking for sex (as usual) and begged him to use his whole hand in a desperate attempt to get things moving.
Well as soon as his head hit the pillow I came downstairs for a fag and a cup of tea.(ow and to finish myself off) even if I cum 3 times during a session I do enjoy a good bit of diy afterwards the feelings from it just as good but different and I enjoy all forms of Cumming.
So there I was sprawled over the settee really going for it, every finger in play and feet dangling over the edge and just as I was Cumming I felt the first twang.
The pain was dull and aching; it started in the front my tummy and worked its way round to the base of my spine. As it was travelling it felt like it was squeezing me so tight my insides were going to be pushed out along with the baby.
I continued to playas there was plenty of time between the contractions. But each time they grew stronger and stronger the pain pulsating through body.
I closed my eyes and put my imagination into play (which by the way has served me well since I was old enough to do pretend tea parties)I was imagining a man in the room who was making me kneel up crouching over the back of the settee, but also tying my feet and knees together so I couldn’t move. I lunged my head deep into the cushioning and awaited the next one.
Gritting my teeth together as it started to crush my body again I wanted to alleviate it by standing and opening my legs but I couldn’t as the ‘guy’ wasn’t going to let me.
Then as the worst of it started to hit ‘he’ made me move and lie flat on the floor, taking a belt with me and physically tying my thighs together as the urge to open was now getting to hard to overcome.
I lay there on that floor tied and pinned down by ‘him’ with a vibrator forced deep inside my ass increasing the pain 10 fold.
The thoughts and stimulation were to many and I cum bigger and more intense than I ever had done before.
It was getting too close for comfort by then and I got him up and he took me in less than 10 minutes after getting there I gave birth. To him it was the quickest labour I’d had 45 minutes in total, for me well you figure it out.
I finally got the courage up to tell him my wants and desires last year, I was 25. what a scary night that was, id been dreading it for days but Alex finally talked me into it. He said I wont get anywhere unless I try, he was so right.
Ok he was a little shocked, but after a time he started coming round to the idea. Id been speaking to a few people on msn about it and arranged a meet with a local couple who were into it. That is one experience I wont ever forget.
Dave is a very shy person and didn’t say much the whole time but he definitely listened and learned.
He was showed midori which is Indian rope art, he was also show the correct way in which to use a whip and the safety issues.
I was used as the whipping post, boy was that fun, I hadn’t been that wet in years.
Dave soon started opening up, and since then we’ve had sessions ok they were tame and getting a little more serious each time. But now he can demand a blowjob or sex. (I feel it prudent at this point to tell you guys that I’ve been with him now 12 years and married for 7 I have never, not once refused him sex, even 4 hours after giving birth I was asking him for it’ and got it I might add’ and not once have I ever refused him oral sex, not once. The only thing I’ve ever refused is for him to do oral sex on me I hate it I can’t stand it, but he can ram his cock down my throat till I gag and regurgitate anytime)
Until next time then guys a few more years yet I think till have much worth saying, but if he excels rapidly ill keep you all posted.
