Losing My Virginity On His Parent's Sofa!

I lost my virginity at sixteen, in a somewhat uncomfortable position on the sofa in my boyfriend's parent's front room. This was after we had, unsuccessfully, tried the kitchen counter and the kitchen floor (too high and too cold, respectively.) In retrospect, I'm sure my boyfriend, Steve*, had probably been watching porn, which is where this idea of sex on the kitchen counter came from, at least, and, when that failed, he moved onto other possible surfaces.

Like many, I'm sure, my first time was unremarkable; awkward and over far too quickly. From then on, sex with Steve was quick and frequently interrupted by his overbearing mother barging in on us without knocking.This led to me wearing skirts and dresses for 'easy access' and to save me some face! It certainly was not an adventurous sex life, unless you count the sofa shagging as adventurous, but sex was a novelty for us both and, so, exciting enough. Or so I thought.

At the time I was seeing Steve I was reading a lot of fanfiction online and, somewhat unsurprisingly, I came across some of the erotic kind and a world I hadn't known existed: a fetish world. Soon I was reading erotic fiction nearly every day and engaging in ever kinkier fantasies, which I would frequently get myself off to. But instead of talking to my boyfriend, and perhaps exploring the fantasies with him, I posted an advert online - "Seeking Master."

Knowing what I know now, nearly ten years on from my silly, sixteen year old self, I realize how stupid and naive I was. Both in thinking that sites like Gumtree were a safe place to find a sexual partner and in thinking the first guy who told me what to do was a Master. I was a school girl with no knowledge of the real world or of the BDSM world I wanted to inhabit. But, of course, I was flooded with emails (being young and reasonably attractive was as much of a rarity on these kind of sites then as it is today) and I began to talk with two males who professed to be interested in becoming my Master.

One of these men was Ken*, significantly older, married with children, and living over one hundred miles away in Scotland.

The other, James*, was local, older than me but not much, and quite good-looking! And so, after a few emails back and forth, I found myself meeting him for a drink in a local pub where he whispered in my ear over a Malibu and Coke; "go to the bathroom and remove your knickers."

It was as I was stuffing my sexiest knickers into my clutch bag and tottering back out to the table, in my ridiculously high heels, to James that I realized I had become a part of the world I'd only fantasized about till now. I'd taken my first tentative steps into the BDSM world, and I knew then that there would be more...

*names have been changed for privacy