Ladies, let’s get KINKY! Lesbian BDSM stories, spanking, bondage, domination, and bizarre fetish fantasy

Living in San Francisco, with the various queer, kink, and alternative events that happen throughout the year, it is almost impossible not to intersect with the fantasy world. It’s everywhere in this town. From the various stores that sell the fetish gear, to the infamous Folsom Street Fair, and the large leather contingent at Gay Pride… a lesbian in this town who has not been tempted to explore the fetish scene is either very busy or very vanilla. We even have shops that produce unique fetish gear and twisted fetish movies.

I am definitely busy, but not vanilla. Since first arriving in this twisted town I like to call San Fransicko, I have been to many public and private events where the leather dykes boldly flaunt their lifestyle. At first, I was against it. As a feminist advocate of non-violence, it struck me as demeaning to women.

But one hot steamy night with a woman I will never forget, all of that changed. She was fucking me so good that I was a puddle of wet juiciness writhing about underneath her strapped on cock, when suddenly, she grabbed my wrists and pinned me down. I didn’t know her all that well, and my mind was pulled into two directions. I was scared stiff, for a second.

Then it all switched. I kept coming and coming and coming, trying to free myself from her grip. Each time I struggled, I came again and forgot all about my intense fear for my safety. I was turned on like never before, and I let myself fully go with it. Something about her eyes told me it was ok. I knew I could trust her. Then I would “come to” and panic and struggle, followed by increasingly intense orgasms, and the cycle continued.

Once she knew she had me, she took me and bound my arms behind my back. I let her, eager to experience whatever was next on this wild ride. I’d review the politics of this bizarre episode later. Right now, I had more coming to do. She spread my legs open wide and tied them open to the posts on the bed. Once she had me secured so I couldn’t stop her, she began to torture my pussy with her teeth in between licking my clit and penetrating me with various objects she had handy. I can’t even begin to explain how powerful this experience was. I suddenly connected with a force inside myself that I didn’t even know existed.

Bookmark this site and return to find out what happened next and how I went on to experience a wild assortment of fetishes. I will take you on a journey of my transformation from vanilla to kinkdom, and expose my innermost perversions along the way.

In the end I have learned that consensual fantasy role play is one of the most empowering things a feminist can do. That may seem strange to you if you have not explored this realm yourself. You may not care about feminism, but if you think bdsm is wrong, I challenge you to explore with me. Either way, I promise to entertain you and blow your mind with the real stories of sex parties, dungeons, dominas and freaks I have met along the way.