We all did at some point. Perhaps it was just by reading a book, or engaging in a bit of playful spanking. But there had to be a point when you thought, ‘That was interesting – I think I’d like a little more.’
It was responding a post that reminded me about losing my BDSM virginity. It mentioned ‘Enslaving Jake’, and of course it all came flooding back.
I wasn’t born a Master or a Dom, or whatever term you care to give. I had no reference material in my youth – there was no internet, no wealth of erotica available on hand, very few books on the subject. And unlike Robbie in Enslaving Jake, I didn’t have a mentor or any sort of role model. I just had a sense of what I wanted to be, and the feeling that something was missing in my personal life.
I also had a partner who was a couple of years older and adventurous like me, and was open to ideas. That was lucky, because I had one hell of an idea. A game to be played for a week, with me in charge, then roles reversed the following week (like that was ever likely to happen).
Sounds like fun, but to be honest – it was taking on quite a lot. To go from no experience whatsoever, to a whole week of playing the part of a master. A few hours with sex involved would have been easy enough – but a whole week, non-stop, involving every aspect of our lives, with nothing to tell me how to go about it. There are plenty of perks, but it’s not easy being the master, baring all the responsibility, having to be always on the ball, especially if it’s your first time, and you need to impress for the game to go on.
I think I did all right.
The most exciting week of his life was the verdict. And I thought much the same. Like all young virgins, there would have been fumbling, and mistakes, and bits that perhaps should have been avoided. We were kids in a way, playing at being adults. The sex was great. The other physical aspect were interesting to dabble in and explore. And being quite creative, with a filthy mind, I added plenty of spice. It gave me such a buzz, on lots of levels. But the big thing was getting a foothold on the emotional and mental aspects of a Dom/sub relationship. The best sex is always in the head, and that’s where I was a natural.
Purists might say I got it all wrong. And I tell those purists to go fuck themselves, because like Frank – I did it my way. It was the start of the most wonderful adventure, and it’s still going on today, so I think on the whole I did okay – the week I lost my BDSM virginity.
Enslaving Jake is a work of fiction, but it’s personal as well. It was my attempt to describe what I went through that week: all the doubts; the fears; the questioning of myself and what I was doing, actually enslaving someone on an emotional level… Plus all the great bits as well.
Jack.