Her Journey

As BDSM gains popularity with the erotica of Fifty
Shades of Grey, many readers are asking themselves, "Just what is BDSM?" BDSM
is an acronym. The B stands for bondage; the D can stand for discipline,
domination, dominant or dominance; the S can stand for sadism, submission,
slave, or submissive; and the M stands for masochism or master. Like the
relationship in Fifty Shades of Grey, the most popular BDSM relationship is one
between a dominant and a submissive whereas the pleasure of the submissive is
derived from serving the desires of the dominant and submitting to the dominant
while the pleasure of the dominant pleasure is found in the gift of submission.
Submission craves dominance and dominance craves submission. This type of BDSM
is also commonly referred to a power exchange - the submissive or slave with
communicated limits relinquishes control to the dominant. BDSM power exchange
liaisons will sometimes also include bondage. Bondage is the restriction of
movement by ropes, toys, straps. Discipline is a BDSM term which is used to
describe consensual actions the dominant or Master will employ when the
submissive does not fully submit. BDSM Discipline can involve spanking and the
submissive receive their spanking by the hand of their Master's hand or a
sexual toy. A male dominant is frequently referred to as an alpha male and if
there is another male involved, the alpha male will always the dominant. The
BDSM submissive is often called slave or slut and neither slut nor slave are
derogatory terms in BDSM. BDSM also includes relationships masochists and
sadists, but they are rarer forms of BDSM. With Fifty Shades of Grey BDSM
erotica in the main stream I, a dedicated BDSM author, urge you to read about
all the different nuances of BDSM that interest you and I hope you enjoy each
of them.

 

Now on to the naughty, fun particulars in this
BDSM title.



Excerpt:

I feel embarrassed. Here I am standing, in a dress that borders on being skimpy, in stockings and high heels. I could just as well be a call girl. At least, I don't think I would dress differently if I were working for an escort service. But I am no call girl. I don't get money for being here. All I will get is maybe - hopefully - answers to some questions that have been bothering me for a long time.

My knees are trembling, my palms are sweaty, and my cheeks are burning. I feel like being devoured by the men in the bar, I can feel their eyes on me, trying to undress me until I'm standing here naked. And that is pretty much how I feel; naked. And what's most disturbing, I don't entirely dislike it. In fact, I'm beginning to like it and hate it at the same time. To make it short: My feelings are in turmoil.

It feels good to be desired, and I feel ashamed to look like a whore, even if it's not a cheap one. But then, I shouldn't wonder too much about the man staring. After all, that's what this outfit is about: To look sexy, to display that I'm not only a clumsy student of German studies, but also a desirable woman. The man which I'm about to meet was clear on that: "I want you to look sexy. I want you to turn heads; I want the guys staring at you, wanting you "he said in the chatter when we fixed the details for this evening.

We have chatted many hours, exchanged our points of view, told each other of our ideas, fantasies, limits and so on. Of course, I don't have real limits, since I never had the opportunity to try out my fantasies in reality before, but I liked his calm, thoughtful way from the beginning.