My first dominant

Hello, I want to tell you about my initiation as a submissive.

I was born and raised in a city with no more than 150 thousand people, where everything was very connected, so I was afraid to try some things I was feeling, which made my life take a turn when I entered university.

I think this has happened to many people, because it's not just about leaving a city that feels like a town, but being away from family allows one to develop better.

I had always been very calm and when I had a place to myself, I felt too free. I had my girlfriends and sexual experiences but everything I was going through was tasteless, as I confirmed years later when I myself arranged to meet with a much older man through an app.

I was still somewhat shy, coupled with it being my first experience with a guy which caused me great anxiety. At 21, I entered the house of a stranger eager to try, I didn't know much about roles and in those two hours of confinement I discovered that Carlos, that 43-year-old man, took my virginity without pity or glory.

He himself took me a few blocks from my house because I couldn't walk well, as he drilled my ass mercilessly and for a long time. I hated sex for a few days, then I didn't want to be passive anymore and tried being active because the excitement came back, the body is like that.

In the end, I ended up fantasizing about being penetrated even though I didn't like my first time and at that time, Carlos, my deflorator, became one of the people blocked from my contact list.

Years passed where I was discovering my little hole and other things, but it was just ordinary sex. I enjoyed it and screamed from pain although there are times when one just wants more as they get to know. I don't know if it has happened to you that you never feel completely satisfied. After being with someone, I would go home wanting more.

Until one day I met him, it was a coincidence to be honest. I found him on Twitter, but I already knew him through some cousins. I'm very complicated despite my freedom, which is why we spent many days talking until I found out who was behind him.

It was a sensation in the stomach that left me paralyzed because we had talked about many things, and I'm not talking about the picture of my ass but about things I hadn't tried and hadn't asked anyone else for fear of feeling vulnerable, because even in the community there are things that are not entirely tolerated.

I was about to back out, I wanted to block him from my social networks and phone, but deep down I wanted to be with him because I was looking for something out of the ordinary like me. I couldn't help but tell him that everything stayed between us, he just said "I have a wife, I'm the one who should have more trouble with all this."

I stayed calm and finally we agreed to meet one Saturday at my house, I was very nervous as if it were my first time b...