One of the more interesting chapters in my sexual history occurred last summer, while I was living at an artist’s colony near the beach. The initial idea was to devote myself to creativity. However, some friends of friends had told me “The Colony” was home to some very openly kinky artists-in-residence — some of whom were rumored to offer wildly unconventional instructional methods. It sounded like something out of an erotic novel — and I didn’t want to miss the chance to experience it all in real life. Sure, sometimes fantasies don’t always pan out the way you want — but let this story be a sign of encouragement. Sometimes they do. And in this instance, reality even over delivered!

Upon my arrival at the house, I was assigned to a room on the third floor with a fellow female painter named Aline. She was an exquisitely beautiful brunette. She was petite with perky tits and sun-bronzed skin, striking eyes and shapely legs. I noticed she was braless beneath her cotton camisole — and I saw the outlines of what appeared to be nipple piercings.

“The sun goes down in about an hour,” Aline said as she guided me up the stairs. “Drop off your stuff in the room, and join me on the beach for some wine.”

“That sounds perfect,” I said.

Aline and I hit it off over glasses of rosé. Our hours-long conversation had gradually turned flirtatious. We sat on a blanket stretched out on the sand. From our spot, we had a perfect view of the dunes and the emerging stars in the darkening sky.

“So Lisa, I’m guessing you’ve heard the, uh, rumors about this place,” Aline said.

“Those rumors are part of what made me apply,” I confessed.

Aline finished her wine and said, “Well, as your roommate I’m happy to officially confirm what you’ve heard is true.”

I nearly gasped and exclaimed, “So there really is a dungeon!”

“There is,” she said with a nod. “But to be part of the inner circle — we’ll just call it that — there’s an initiation.”

“What do you mean?”

“First, all new subs need to be recommended by someone already in the circle. Master Eric is very strict on that front.”

Aline pulled down her top. Each of her nipples were pierced by a golden bar and surrounded by a gold and crystal sunburst.

“Wow,” I blurted out.

“You don’t have to pierce yours. But this was something I’d wanted for a long time, and serving in the circle was the catalyst.”

“So, how do I get recommended? And can I touch them?”

“I thought you’d never ask. Here,” she said, placing my hands on her breasts. She allowed me to finger her jewelry — and her beautiful nipples.

Aline continued: “It’s already something of a tradition to welcome one’s new roommate — if they seem to be a suitable candidate for membership. If you want to explore more, they’re going to need me to vouch for you.”

“I see,” I said, continuing to tease Aline’s nipples and understanding her implication.

“Master Eric is already big fan of your artwork. So if we get things started — and you feel ready — he says I have permission to bring you to the dungeon tonight for your initiation.”

“Let’s do this,” I excitedly replied, pulling Aline in for a kiss.

Our smooch quickly became a full-on makeout session. Before I knew it, Aline had unzipped my jeans and stuffed her hand inside my panties.

“We don’t have long,” she whispered. “But enjoy this. It’ll be the last time you’re allowed to come tonight without Eric’s permission.”

I moaned and nodded as Aline quickly found my sweet spot. She stroked me to orgasm under the stars with the ocean waves crashing against the shore.

That moment alone is an incredible memory for me — but the night was far from over!

After we finished our beach blanket bingo, Aline wasted no time taking me back indoors. But instead of returning to the main structure, we headed to the old carriage house on the other side of the driveway.

The inside of the carriage house was a testament to both art and kink. The gallery walls showcased numerous BDSM-related works in different mediums, and the actual dungeon was designed like something out of a fancy architectural magazine. The glass ceilings no doubt allowed the space to be draped in sunlight during the day. But that night, the area’s vast openness intensified my feelings of vulnerability as a sub.

Aline ushered me into the middle of the dungeon, where we were surrounded by countless scenes in progress. She reminded me of my safe word, in case I wanted to put a stop to our play. Then she told me to strip and head toward the rack.

That description might sound ominous, but the rack was simply a piece of sex furniture designed for bondage as well as display. It didn’t surprise me that my prospective dominant wanted to get a complete view of me!

The rack had metal rings and leather cuffs at the top and bottom rails. Aline strapped me in standing with my legs held slightly apart and my arms stretched out to either side. The bonds did not allow me to shyly cover myself. I was fully exposed!

Once I was securely strapped in, Aline playfully pinched my nipples and said, “Eric’s going to love you.”

“Will you keep warming me up?” I asked.

Eager for more attention, I even tried to buck my hips toward her. I was desperate to have her address the throbbing in my reawakened clit.

“Maybe,” Aline teased. She took her time shimmying out of her clothes in front of me — as if she could sense the arousal and frustration I felt. It’s easy to take for granted the ability to reach down and give yourself an orgasm. Not even five minutes in, I was already feeling the urge to rebel and fight against my restraints.

“Is your pussy soaking wet?” Aline asked as she lay down on the mat in front of me. She gave me a good view of her own glistening snatch. “I’m really fucking wet — but unlike you, I’m allowed to do something about it!”

I squirmed in my bonds, desperate — but unable — to get closer to Aline’s alluring honeypot. As she pleasured herself in front of me, I tried to squeeze my thighs closed — to do anything to feel some friction — but no dice. Just as Aline was about to bring herself to the brink, what felt like a riding crop caressed my bottom and trailed up my back.

“Welcome,” a deep male voice whispered in my ear, making me jump. “Relax,” he said. The crop gently explored my breasts and belly as the man came around to look me in the eye and introduce himself as Master Eric.

“You’re very beautiful,” he said. “Aline was right — you’re perfect.”

I trembled out of both anticipation and arousal as I said, “Thank you, Master.”

Eric towered over me, but his demeanor was very gentle. He had long dark hair and a lot of ink on his arms.

I glanced at Aline as she finally brought herself to orgasm. She was sprawled out on the mat, looking relieved and spent. The sight of her made my pussy ache even more.

Eric quickly called my attention back to him by slapping the crop against my left nipple. I yelped from the intense sensation.

“Don’t covet her pleasure,” he scolded. “You’ll get your release. You need to trust me — and trust Aline, too. She is my dominant protégé.”

By then, Aline had gotten up from the mat. She approached me and held out her wet, sticky fingers.

“Are you jealous?” Aline asked me. She ordered me to smell her fingers before inserting them into my mouth for me to suck on.

“She’s a natural,” Eric noted. “Aline, go get the wand.”

“Yes, Master.” Aline removed her fingers from my mouth, leaving a trail of spit and girl juice dripping down my chin.

Eric addressed me again: “Let’s see how you do when it comes to mixing pleasure and pain. It’s such a basic concept in BDSM — but many people think it’s either one or the other. I need you to be open to both. Do you understand?”

I nodded.

“I’m going to put a small metal plug in your ass,” he informed me. “And Aline is going to tease you with the wand vibrator.”

I shuddered, feeling goose bumps erupting all over my body.

“While she does that, I’m going to use the crop on your ass. Are you ready?” Eric asked.

I nodded again and felt myself blush as Eric lubed up the plug. Aline grinned wickedly as he parted my cheeks and pushed the toy into my rear hole, making me squirm.

Eric quickly responded to my insolence with a firm slap of the crop.

“Stay still!” he demanded.

I felt so alive — my clit and pussy throbbing, my asshole pulsing, and my body so exposed. Don’t get me wrong. I love vanilla sex, too, but for me, experiencing complete surrender in the context of a power exchange is a rush like no other.

Eric motioned for Aline to come forward and said, “You know what to do. Just edge her. Don’t make her come until I give permission — or you won’t sit for a week.”

“Yes, Master,” she said obediently.

Aline turned on the wand vibrator, set it to its slowest speed and said, “Look at me. No hiding.”

I locked eyes with Aline as she applied the buzzing tip of the toy to my outer labia. If I were freely standing, my knees would have buckled. Just as the wand made contact with my clit — and the vibrations rumbled through my nubbin — Eric’s crop landed on my behind. I jumped from the intense and abrupt sensation, earning me another scolding from my master.

Aline further teased my clit with the wand — and for a second, it seemed like ecstasy would take over, but then another distracting blow landed on my tush.

“Oh please,” I moaned.

My outburst was followed by a series of blows. Between the persistent pleasure from the wand and the sharp kisses from the crop, my senses were aflame. My cunt had never been so wet.

I rhythmically pushed my body backward, attempting to meet Eric’s blows. He didn’t seem to mind that kind of movement. At the same time, Aline continued torturing my clit with the wand. I don’t know how long our erotic interlude lasted. While I was restrained, time seemed like it didn’t exist. But I do know when he finally let me come, I was delirious with bliss.

Afterward, Eric didn’t say anything — but before he walked away, he patted me on the shoulder, which told me he was pleased with my initiation performance.

Once he left, Aline unfastened the restraints, removed the plug and cuddled me.

She gushed, “This was just a taste. I can’t wait to show you the ropes.”

“Actual ropes?” I asked hopefully.

“Yes, among other things,” she promised. “It’s going to be one wild summer for you.”

I’m happy to say she was right!