Next time I rented a large spacious sauna on Leninskii Prospekt. I bought a leather whip before our meeting. I was happy to see my new girlfriend. Several seconds passed, and I’m already pulling off her brown jeans and a white T-shirt. Slapping Olga a little on the ass with a whip, uttering various curses, I began to gently kiss her body.
And so, our three-hour sex marathon began. From the bed, we moved to the shower, where our sexual games continued. I liked how trickles of water went down Olga’s body. Sometimes the water prevented me from breathing, and we moved to the pool table. Saunas in Moscow probably exist for drinking bouts, secret meetings with lovers, prostitutes and for playing pool. The balls rolled out from the work of my hips, and Olga liked how we changed positions and locations of our sexual games. Getting bored by the pool table, we moved back to the bedroom.
Satisfied and happy, we parted, agreeing to meet in a week. The next meeting was to take place at my house, and Olga asked me to buy her some cognac. She came very drunk and a bit messed up or something. At that time I still did not know how strong her addiction to alcohol and how ruthless and mad female alcoholism was. I watched my brother’s girlfriend slowly killing herself this way. Unable to stop her drinking with either a sense of duty or sleeping pills, every day she found some reason to drink, and eventually died at thirty.
The charm of our first meetings immediately faded from the slight of the drunken girl. To occupy ourselves somehow, we began to drink cognac. When the cognac was over, I started my sadistic games. Undressing Olga and laying her on the couch, I began to work on her ass, at first slightly, and then with strong and sweeping strokes.
– You filthy whore, slut, take that! … You want more?! Do you love me? Say that you love me, – I cried, feeling the warmth caused by cognac growing inside me. I cried like an avid sadist, although I had never beaten anyone this way before.
– Yes, I do, – she answered with a drunken voice…
I did not feel any joy from our sadomasochistic games; rather I was interested in how far Olga was ready to go. If there was any feeling in me at the moment, it was rather a feeling of disappointment in my worthless life and some anger at the drunken Olga. As for her, she seemed to enjoy the process; she went crazy from my pronounced strokes and voluptuously moaned every time the whip touched her ass. Sometimes I even managed to hit Olga between the legs and when I did, she sobbed with pleasure. Unable to get excited at the sight of this defenseless creature, I began to fuck Olga with the same whip that a moment ago was whipping her ass. Olga did not resist, she was ready to accept anything from me.
– You know, a prostitute taught me how to do blowjob; do you want me to kiss you? – She asked.
– Shut up, you whore! – I shouted, accepting the rules of the game and striking her the ass sonorously with a whip, making her squeal.
At that moment, my friend Mitia called me and I told him that I had a whore at home and if he wanted to, she could provide a complete service to him as well. To my surprise, Mitia agreed. Actually, his type of relationship is a sexual drama, excess emotions from an intelligent kind of girl with glasses. He was aroused by tears and drama, not easy prey that went straight into the net.
Nevertheless, Mitia came, and who opened the door to him was naked Olga. She was completely unafraid of her nudity and a complete stranger seeing her in this situation.
I handed the whip to Mitia and said: “If you want love, beat her.” Mitia reluctantly applied a couple of soft blows to Olga on the ass. He was reluctant to beat Olga, he was surprised to see my new girlfriend. And that’s quite understandable because it’s not every day that you see an unfamiliar naked woman who is absolutely ok with her nudity. Mitia even kissed Olga, but he, too, did not want to fuck with a drunken woman. Olga told Mitia about life in Africa, Mitia liked to listen to different stories.
When the effect of alcohol began to end, we called another friend of mine Volodia and asked him to buy some cognac and come to fuck. Knowing me, Volodia somehow immediately realized that I was not joking, and fifty minutes later, he was standing on my doorstep with a bottle of cognac. I, Mitia and Olga drank another shot each and went to the living room, where I showed a true sex show to Volodia. I heavily slapped Olga with a whip, who was moaning from pleasure, and then I fucked Olga with the help of the whip, suggesting that he did the same thing with her. Volodia refused, and I incidentally whipped him with a whip, too. I did apologize, though.
We went to the kitchen again, in order to sip some cognac once again, after which Volodia dragged naked Olga into the bedroom. A minute later, I decided to peek over their sex, and maybe even join them. Volodia was fucking Olga, who was standing on all fours; I went up and stroked her on the head. At that moment, Volodia snorted and took out his cock from Olga. The condom was filled. My show must have made a strong impression on Volodia.
We now have a lot of fun drinking Volodia’a cognac. He is the only one who does not drink. For this, we punish him, saying jokes about his fire rate.
– Here’s to the fucking rabbit, I proclaim another toast.
Volodia does not like such jokes, and, having received his portion of affection, he soon leaves. As for me, I do not know what to do with Olga, it’s evening, she cannot get home alone, even by taxi, and I cannot keep her at home, as her husband is waiting for her at home. I’m calling her friend who was at our first meeting at the cafe to consult her as to what to do in this situation. Should I let Olga stay for the night, or to go by taxi with her and hand her over to her husband? The friend does not want to know shit, she yells into the phone that I’d drive Olga home, and that’s what I did.
I called a taxi, and Mitia and I accompanied Olga on her way home. Not knowing the nature of her husband, I grabbed a means of self-defense “The Blow”, which shoots a jet of some vigorous gas. You know, just in case. A few moments later, and we are on Udaltsova Street. The elevator brought us right to Olga’s floor, and she pushes the bell button. Nobody opens the door. I’m a little nervous, while Mitia carelessly kisses Olga on her staircase. “Asshole,” I think to myself. First of all, one should not insult her husband, and besides, who knows what he risks at this moment, the husband may come out and bite off his head. After a while, the husband did appear, and Mitia and I hurried to the elevator, whose door I was prudently holding open with my foot.
From that moment, though Olga hit the drinking-bout, she felt a kind of psychological affection for me. I did virtually nothing. I mean, I beat her with a whip on the ass, saying all kinds of curses, but for her, it meant so much more than for me. From that moment on she was attached to me with something that I myself did not fully understand. And I do not understand until now what illusions the whip in my hand was generating in her drunken female head.
Freedom
My next experience in BDSM happened a few years later. At that time I lived with a young girl called Vika.