I’m not big into the BDSM scene, but I’ve been dipping my toe into it for the last year.

Mostly that means going to a bar downtown that has a BDSM space upstairs. I like to sit and watch other women get blindfolded and flogged — there’s something titillating about seeing another person made that vulnerable.

There’s a guy there I see a lot: Jace. I’m sure that’s not his real name. He’s about six feet tall and buff in a lean way, and he has this smoldering-hot bad2boy thing going on: tattoos, dyed dark hair, even a little guyliner. Not even remotely the kind of guy I would normally date, but damn does he look hot in the dim light of the club while he’s dominating some lucky girl.

The club takes volunteers, but it took me months to get up the courage. Jace wasn’t the first man to flog me, but he was the best by far. The last time it happened, I was standing with my legs spread, blindfolded, hands cuffed against a bar hanging from chains overhead, when he grabbed my throat and pulled me upright. His mouth was right next to my ear when he whispered “I own you right now.”

I’m an independent girl, but everyone knows bedroom play isn’t real life, and this was close enough to the bedroom that the thought of being owned by this sinful, tattooed man made me whimper. I was instantly wet, my vagina clenching like it was hungry for his cock. The club was a safe public space where no penetration would happen, but in that moment, I desperately wanted him to penetrate me, to plunge inside me while I dangled from the chains, his hands on my hips and dick in my pussy the only things keeping me upright.

I think Jace could tell, because his breathing grew ragged as he held me against him. My hips jerked against him, and I felt the telltale press of a boner against my miniskirt-clad ass. “You like that?” he asked, nudging me just subtly enough that it didn’t cross the line.

I nodded.

“You want more?”

Again, frantic nodding. Because yes, I wanted more. Everything, in fact.

But it was the club, and all he could do was pepper my upper back and ass with blows from the flogger. After five minutes, he released me from the restraints, but I was far from satisfied. I watched the rest of the night’s play with my thighs pressed together, as if that could relieve the ache in my pussy.

A reckless urge overtook me toward the end of the night. Jace was working over some new girl, making her moan, and it made me wonder: Why did this have to stay in the club? What if I actually welcomed it into my bedroom?

So I walked up to Jace after the set and stood on tiptoe to whisper in his ear: “Want to own me again? At my place?”

He did.

An hour later, he was knocking on the door of my studio apartment. I was nervous, so I’d spent time cleaning and setting the scene. A few candles burned on the nightstand, and the bed was cleared of all blankets. The cuffs I’d felt brazen enough to purchase months before were attached to the bed frame.

The second he walked in the door, the energy of the room shifted. It was like all the power went toward him, leaving me trembling and weak. He didn’t break eye contact as he slowly unbuttoned his black shirt.

“Here are the rules,” he said. “One: Your safe word is ‘butterfly.’ Use it if I go too far. Two: You will obey every order I give you. Three: If you aren’t okay with me fucking you tonight, tell me now.”

My inhalation was shaky. This kind of abrupt expectation-setting wasn’t something I was used to, but the assertiveness with which he said it turned me on. “Yes to sex,” I managed to say. “With a condom.”

He nodded. “Of course.” Then he stripped his shirt off, leaving his leanly muscled torso bare to my gaze. He inhaled, and then he squared his shoulders, and I knew the scene had begun. “Take off your dress,” he said in a low voice.

My dress was short, black, and tight. It was the kind of dress that would show panty lines — which meant I wasn’t wearing panties. Or a bra. I stifled a grin at the thought of the surprise awaiting him.

I toyed with the hem, then slowly dragged it up, revealing my bare crotch. His eyes fixated on it, and his mouth opened, as if he was imagining tasting it. Feeling aroused and emboldened, I pulled the dress the rest of the way over my body, then cast it aside. I shook my hair loose and put a hand on my cocked hip. “Well?”

He stalked toward me, and the promise of wickedness in his eyes was almost too much to handle. “Turn around,” he said.

I did as he commanded. I was standing next to the bed, and when his hand pressed between my shoulder blades, I gladly bent over, my forearms resting on the mattress while my ass stayed in the air. In this position, I was presented to him, my labia parted so he could look between to my opening.

His hand landed on my ass with a smack. I jerked, then shoved my butt back for another hit. “Greedy girl,” he said, smacking me again and again. The sting was delicious, warming my skin and making me shiver. “What toys do you have?” he asked.

I had a museum-worthy collection. “Nightstand drawer,” I told him.

“Stay there.” As I was bent over, desperate for his fingers or cock inside me, he opened the drawer and started pulling out toys. If it vibrated and went in or around my pussy, I owned it. He laid them out neatly on the bedsheet, his fingers trailing over them. When they settled on a silver butt plug with a jewel on the end, I stiffened.

It was a fantasy purchase, not something I thought I’d ever use. But when he moved behind me and started rubbing my clit with firm fingers, I stopped caring what he might put where. “Yes, please!” I gasped as he massaged my sensitive nub. He circled more firmly, then pressed two fingers to my vagina entrance and pushed. I moaned as his thick fingers entered me.

“So wet,” he said, pumping those fingers in and out. “And so tight. I bet your ass is even tighter.”

He uncapped the lid of the lube from my drawer and doused the end of the butt plug. A brush of cool lube painted my puckered asshole, and then the cool metal met my opening, and he started to push.

I’d never done this before, but it was so fucking hot. He went slowly, waiting for my body to get used to the intrusion before taking each new inch. As the plug penetrated, I felt stretched and vulnerable: an obedient girl ready to take whatever her master told her to.

At last, the plug was fully seated. It was an odd sensation, but a good one — my body felt heavy and full. I breathed into the sensation, trying to relax.

“Good girl,” Jace said, stroking a hand over my back. “I’m going to lick you now. Don’t move.”

Within seconds, he was on his knees behind me. His tongue danced over the protruding end of the plug, and then he was licking my vagina and clit. I shivered and rocked my hips against him, trying to shove my clit into his hot mouth.

He slapped my ass. “Hold still.”

Despite my shivers, I gave in, resting my head on my arms again. Jace was a considerate lover, and as he explored and played, the tension in my body started to loosen. Somehow, despite the metal plug inside me, I needed more.

He seemed to know it, because soon enough he stopped licking me and went for a condom wrapper. He turned me around and pushed me back on the bed, then yanked me to its edge by my hips. Then he gave me his cock, sliding that thick length in an inch at a time.

The plug added pressure from behind, making my vagina feel tighter. The penetration was mind-blowing, and when he was all the way in, I arched on the bed, pinching my nipples for an extra burst of sensation.

“You like this, greedy girl?”

I nodded frantically.

He pulled out a few inches and shoved back in, short and sharp, and I whimpered. It was so tight, and I’d never before had my vagina pressed so firmly against the entire length of a cock. When he pulled almost all the way out before thrusting back in again, I moaned and pinched my nipples harder.

Jace’s head fell back, and his mouth opened like he was having trouble breathing. “So tight,” he said, stirring his hips so his dick rubbed me in exquisite ways. Then he reached for the arsenal of toys again, grabbing a slim little vibrator. It clicked on and started buzzing, and when he rubbed it against my clitoris, I shrieked. The sensation was shockingly intense, since I was already stuffed full of both him and the plug. The vibrations rocketed through me, sparking sharp pleasure in my clitoris that reverberated through me.

Jace pumped his hips, fucking me with firm, even strokes while he manipulated the wand with the precision of a master. I was overwhelmed, my lower body heavy with sensation, and as his thrusts grew harder, I gripped the sheets in my fists and held on.

“Has anyone ever owned your pussy like this before?” he demanded, gripping one of my bent legs to gain more leverage as he furiously fucked me.

I shook my head.

“Say it.”

“No one’s ever owned my pussy like you do.”

I could see how much the words excited him. His thrusts grew rougher, which only made me feel more of the plug and the vibrator and his perfect cock. My body tightened almost unbearably, and then an orgasm blasted through me, making me scream and shudder.

He fucked his way through my orgasm, drawing it out, before he gave in to his own. His cock sank deep, and then he was shaking, too.

I thought he would stop then, but after he pulled out and disposed of the condom, he returned to the bed with a wicked look in his eyes. “Now that that’s out of the way,” he said, “it’s time to tie you up and explore this toy collection. Let’s see how creative we can get.”