‘I went to a BDSM night but regretted when the leather whip was pulled out’

Kathryn (31) and Arinto (39), parents of Sam (8) and Allison (7), attended a BDSM night.

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“Did you know that if you like to be tickled on your back with a feather that already falls under BDSM? Not me. So when a good friend told us during an evening with way too much wine that this world is really much more loving and softer than the familiar image of leather and ropes, my friend and I became curious. She invited us for an evening on location. “With a naughty twist, but no banana sex,” she promised. Banana sex turned out to be the name for oddities, house-garden-and-kitchen sex was referred to as ‘vanilla’.

Naughty touch

We didn’t have to do anything, just watching was fine too, the girlfriend assured us. More couples would be present, about ten in all. Although I regretted our overconfident meeting the next morning, Arinto and I remained intrigued. We sometimes secretly experimented with blindfolds and scarves, I even put clothespins on his nipples. We read ourselves extensively about the subject, got quite excited about our exciting plans and bit by bit shop together an exciting outfit.

The children slept with grandpa and grandma that weekend, so to gather courage Arinto and I first went out for dinner and ordered a bottle of expensive wine. I couldn’t get a bite down my throat, but the wine tasted fine and by ten o’clock, the start of our appointment, we were all set.

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Scary

At first it seemed like a normal get-together of friends, we were at most dressed a bit spicy. I had left my dress with my coat and was wearing a corset with fishnet stockings, Arinto wore a leather boxer with a tight black shirt. We looked at each other approvingly: no one could tell that we were greens, we thought.

As the evening progressed and the game got underway, our friend turned out to be a genuine ‘dumb’ – short for ‘dominatrix’ and a little intimidating, with a whip in her hands. Her ‘sub’ – fully submissive – was naked on hands and knees, his collar (more valuable than a wedding ring, we were sworn) as the only piece of jewelry. He needed to be punished for something that wasn’t entirely clear to us, and when the whip first hit his bare bottom I knew we had made a mistake. The scenario got more extreme by the minute. There were latex gloves and groping that I thought only happened in prison, looking for hidden banned substances. There were moans and kisses and sweats and begging. It did not excite me in the least; I found it especially strange, and even scary at times.

“Oh dear, already this late?”

Nobody seemed to be bothered by our presence, everyone was completely absorbed in the scene. “There’s no way we can just get up and go, right?” I whispered desperately to my friend. She in turn watched – admittedly less disgusted, but full of amazement – how our friend comforted her sub lovingly and spoke to us with satisfaction: “Do you feel the love?” I made up something like ‘oh my, already so late?’ and too young a nanny, and made off with many excuses. That night Arinto and I made love like never before, but not out of excitement from our sadomasochistic experiment. We were especially delighted with our vanilla life. ”

This article has previously appeared in Kek Mama.

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