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Herr Robert Please see post in first comment. Thanks for reading and have a lovely day! If this reads familiar ... is a re-post IMC1958 Strive for calm, but through balance, not through standing still...Friedrich Schiller IMC1958 |
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12/17/2020 8:46 am |
Herr Robert ( Sir Robert ) I don't remember when exactly we met, but the year was 1992. It was in my hometown Hamburg, Germany in a bar/restaurant, that over time had become very popular within the BDSM community. I usually went with friends, but that day I went alone. I was wearing boots, jeans and a black leather shirt that was pretty revealing. I remember constantly fighting with the urge to cover up. There was a small stage, where Doms/Dommes would every now and then parade their subs and that evening a Domme with her cute male sub was up on that stage. The only empty seat with view of the stage was at a table that had already been claimed by this gentleman, who introduced himself as Robert. He allowed me to join him at the table and we started talking. At the time, I knew very little about the lifestyle.I developed a curiosity about it maybe in my late twenties and was fighting for years with feelings of 'not being normal' and an ever growing yearning to dig deeper and explore it. I felt that it would the right way forward for me, allowing me to give in to my weaknesses, or perceived weaknesses. There was noone I could talk to about it, but one day I confided to one of my sisters. She just enforced my fears by stating that 'this' was not normal and that I should talk to a therapist. A few years went by spent with feelings of guilt and studying whatever I could about techniques, associated risks - everything I would find. Then one day I saw an ad by a BDSM group seeking more people interested in the lifestyle. After a few weeks of looking at that ad my curiosity had outgrown my fear and I called them. And met them at that very restaurant I was at now, speaking to Robert, while my heart was racing and I was already looking for my escape route. He had a very intense look and his smile .... made me really excited and I started daydreaming about how his touch might feel. He must have asked a thousand questions, which I all answered without hesitation. Back then I was not as rebellious as I might be these days. I was swimming in a river of vague desires, not knowing who to hold onto. Robert eventually introduced himself as sadist and directly asked me, if I was interested in an s/m session. He suggested the stage of this very restaurant on that evening. I remember his laughter, when he saw my wide opened eyes, showing nothing but panic.We agreed to meet at another club, that offered fully equipped rooms the next evening.He wanted me to call him Herr (Mister or Sir) and said that I did not have the right to a title yet, I would have to prove myself first.So, I was just Ingrid. After work I raced home to get ready and like he had instructed me I put on a green bra and panty set, a skirt and a blouse. He wanted to see me in office outfit. I felt like dying on the way and by the time I got there I almost was in tears. He was already waiting and led me to the room, sat in a chair and instructed me to stand in front of him and starting to undress. Another near death experience. There was an O-ring hanging from the ceiling. He tied my wrists together and secured the rope on that o-ring. Then, while touching me from head to toe, he started talking. That he never fucks his 'objects' but demands blowjobs. And that he uses dildos and vibrators instead. And paddles, floggers and canes. And then he started flogging me, it was like a gentle teasing at first, but got more intense fairly fast. He took breaks in between and started rubbing my pussy and clitoris. There was a puddle of my pussy juices between my feet. He switched to a smaller flogger and flogged me while rubbing my pussy. The pain got worse and worse and when I started screaming in pain, trying to twist my lower body away from the flogger, I had an orgasm. It was so intense, that I just broke out in tears. He took me off the rope and let me rest until my tears had dried up. He got up from his seat and went to get this box I eventually became very familiar with. It contained vibrators in different shapes and sizes. I was told to get on all fours in front of his seat and he started to 'sizetest' those vibrators in my pussy. When he got to a size that was painful to insert, he went to the next larger size and inserted it with one single push. And just when I thought I had felt enough pain for the day, he started the same procedure on my ass. I did not make it above the smallest size. I never had anal sex before, so needless to say, that once again I was screaming in pain. He then installed a harness type device, preventing those vibrators to be pushed out. When he sat back on his chair, I realized that he had opened his pants and revealed his dick that seemed as hard as a rock.So I started sucking bis balls and dick and he started playing with the remote controls for the vibrators.It felt like an eternity, until he finally came and I cannot remember ever before or since having felt that much pain. He removed the vibrators and said to me " I know you did not come. You will do that at home tonight and tell me about it tomorrow". He then said "Stay", like you would say to your dog and he then started to clean me. My face, pussy and behind. This moment is to this day my fondest memory of that first time. I also remember how great I felt. These feelings of guilt and shame had just vanished. That was my first meeting with Mister Robert. Lots of pain and lots of tears. And lots of smiles every time I thought about it. Ingrid (no title yet) Strive for calm, but through balance, not through standing still...Friedrich Schiller IMC1958
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thanks for sharing 
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Why, I don't know, but that puts me in mind of an Old Beatles Track, Doctor Robert! It sounds like it was an intense experience and you tell it well.
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12/17/2020 11:27 am |
I think that Doctor Robert supplied a slightly different service. Although I was only four at the time, and being World Cup year I had more important things to think about.
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Everyone has a past and that is what makes us, whether we stay the course or grow in different directions. No matter how prepared we might think we are, things are always different, something that we will never forget. One can never be completely prepared for what might happen.
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