I started using my first sex toy when I was 18, and I still use it today. Fortunately, sex toys have evolved since I was 18, the colors have been declined, new models have been released, the efficiency has been revised, they are much more powerful, particularly in terms of clitoral stimulators and vibrators.
To this day, my drawers are overflowing with plastic tails, and other celebrations. I still keep my first sextoy but more for a matter of memory.
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My hairbrush as the first sex toy
I was only 15 years old, just in high school, I intended for the literary section. Playing French teachers has always excited me, I always wanted to do a job where I could lead others and be watched. This is rather paradoxical for a submissive sm…
I lived in Cannes, a superb city with multiple evenings after dark. Were not going to believe that I am a millionaire far from it, but I love this city, its lights at night, the evenings in libertine clubs, anyway I have always been more mature than my age, it was very simple for me to play the adult girl to go wherever I wanted.
At that time, I had a certain lack in my life, and I filled it by spending a lot of money on designer clothes and bags until I found myself with my head underwater. I decided to fill this gap in another way: Sex.
I discovered my new female body and I started to touch myself, discover new things, new sensations, I discovered what it was to cum like crazy. When I was 15, hormones had a big impact on desire, the brain, and I was no longer in control. I was becoming a little nymphomaniac, it turned me on and at the same time scared me of no longer being a child.
At that time, I did not yet think that I would meet my master, that I would be his submissive little bitch, and that he would buy me my first sex toy. The man who would stop me when my hormones were too boiling, or who would give me my first sex toy. I was a little naive and I would have taken anybody’s tail, a good person, like the last psychopath who wanted me. Unconscious I realize today, I was still very lucky.
When I returned home, I lived in a big house with my parents and my brother, I always locked myself in my room, in my world just for me. It is with hindsight that I realize that I was becoming a real libertine of ass and mind.
My first sexual relationship, I had idealized it so much that disappointment was the only feeling at the rendezvous that day, I remember it as if it was yesterday, it was simple, without interest, I was bored like I’m reading a book on a subject other than BDSM. To be honest, I had more fun with my first sex toy than with my first guy, that’s to say. Before my Master, I never loved someone lovingly, I had no idea what it could do, what it would feel like to make love to someone you love … I just wanted to fuck, to be fucked like a bitch.
I was always precocious, but for me nothing went fast enough at that time, always apart, alone, empty. Basically, I was like the other girls with a few differences ready, my drawers were full of makeup, BDSM books, jewelry, a real flirtatious and naughty girl. But, I wanted more, I wanted 24-hour sex, at the time I was penetrating my pussy with my hairbrushes or whatever I could find that could easily fit into my hole. My hairbrush was sort of my very first sex toy
Purchase of my first dildo
It was when I was 18 that I clicked and finally got my first sex toy. I wasn’t a kid anymore, but I wasn’t an accomplished woman either. Thanks to my reading, I put my naivety aside. I didn’t have many friends, I was always so precocious and apart. I was not comfortable with people my age, these young people who have other concerns than me.
I was in the literary section, I liked to write and imagine my own sexual scenarios, in high school I only wrote that, it was a real obsession, I got excited by writing. At the time, fashion was in dev, I had this desire to share my scenarios on the web, I had created an anonymous submissive dev, it excited me to think that mature men could jerk off on my texts.
It was then that I started to want to experiment with other horizons, I also met my master shortly after when I was 19 years old. I was looking for the maturity, openness and experience of someone mature, someone who understands me. My master has always made me dream, fantasize, I knew that my desires could come true thanks to him, he was my master, my protector, my surrogate father. The man who is at the origin of my first sextoy and my first pleasures
I am the result, « his result », what he made of me to be where I am today thanks to him, fulfilled. My master is the only man who trusted me, I may have the face of an angel, but deep down I’m far from being a holy woman. He was the first man I confided in, open to all levels, to whom I told my desires, my fantasies, my disappointments.
After my revelations, he decided to give me a very nice gift, which I still keep preciously today, my first sex toy. At the time, simplicity was in fashion, my first sex toy was quite ordinary, no motor, no vibrations, just a realistic dildo silicone, always ready, always hard. My master helped me to express myself by speaking, to put words to my fantasies. I came like a slut with him, thanks to him, thanks to my first sex toy but I always wanted more. He then bought me my first clitoris stimulator, I did not know at all the feeling of having my clitoris tickled so intensely.
The first time I used this first sextoy, I quite simply came very quickly, my pussy was visibly wet, so that it scared me a little I admit, all red, all hot, the clit doubling in size, my pussy getting all soaked. It may be a simple clitoris stimulator, but he made me climb the curtains, dig my nails into the mattress.
Seeing the effect that this first clitoral sextoy had on me, I decided to share this excitement with my master, I sat on the kitchen counter, spreading my thighs to their maximum, putting an sm blindfold on my eyes so that my master focuses on my swollen little pussy and my cocksucking mouth. I started by stimulating my clitoris before pushing my first sex toy. Hot flashes overwhelmed me, my pulse quickened, I enjoyed like crazy, my master insulted me and I loved it. I was and I am a little tease, and I wanted to see my master squirt.
My master loved my shows and offered to buy me a rosebud to please me through the ass. I still use it when I touch my pussy, I like the feeling of having my ass full, I hardly manage to part with it, I even do my shopping with it, in a short skirt, this excites me that men can not imagine that under my thong is an XXL rosebud. I get wet every time.
My first BDSM gifts
After receiving my first sex toy, things went pretty quickly. I’ve always wanted to try new things, I’m a curious person. My teenage readings made me want to experience all of this in real life with my teacher. He was the first to give me my first sextoy but also my first BDSM accessories: A sm paddle, leather handcuffs, and a spandex hood with 3 openings.
I couldn’t wait to test my new sm accessories, my master ordered me to lie down on the sofa, I put on my new one spandex balaclava, I remember that I was very comfortable with it, I felt horny. My master tied my hands with the leather handcuffs, my wrists were starting to redden so much the handcuffs were squeezing me. I was going to be violated for the first time with a bdsm paddle, the desire was there, I waited impatiently for the first shot but also with some trepidation, was I going to be up to it? I had a flash, I remembered the BDSM novels I read when I was younger, I was finally that girl who was described in those books, it was “D-Day”. I felt a warmth come over me even before the first blow, I did not apprehend the pain at all, I wanted to know what it was like to be a real bitch submissive to his master. The blows were starting to rain, it turned me on like a bitch, my master was violent and dry with me. For the first time I was not shocked, I wet like a slut, the fact of being hit excited me again and again, I did not want it to stop. My master was proud of me, I saw this feeling in his eyes, he was amazed not to have heard me scream.
After all, I knew I was with my master for a long, intense sexual training, I was and still am his little student slut, I wanted to be his favorite, to make him feel as much pleasure as possible. I was passionate about discovering so many SM accessories, of which I only knew the existence and not the sensations. Get hit with a paddle sm, see my buttocks all red, the blood rising under my skin. I wanted to see my master give me his juice, squirt me on my swollen buttocks. I finally looked at myself in a mirror, proud of myself, proud to take the blows, to bear its marks, the marks inflicted on me by my master.
My master has always dreamed of seeing me with a ball gag in my little sucking mouth, that’s why he bought me one. And yes his gifts weren’t limited to my first sex toy. He is at the origin of all my current collection ?
At first, I was frustrated to have this accessory in my mouth instead of having his big cock then I learned that this object had a grandiose power of excitement over me, preventing me from speaking I could only moan of pleasure. My master finding my small nipples very exciting, had also bought me nipple clamps to take care of it as it should. I felt great pleasure in getting my nipples pinched, I wet like a slut dripping with juice.
I realized at that time that I was going to have an adoration for this BDSM world and that my intercourse would all be embellished with physical abuse, I would ask for more like a hungry ass and pussy. After my first sex toy, I was just waiting to discover more, whips, bondage, electro stimulation, whips, chains.
