The ad said he was looking for a bondage pet. I had never done anything like this before, I have been married for over 20 years, and while the sex could get “energetic”, there was never anything kinky involved. There was something about the ad that drew me to respond. We emailed back and forth a few times, I sent him a picture that he said he liked, and we agreed to meet at a restaurant. He had been waiting in the parking lot and had watched me walk in, and followed in just after. We had a couple of drinks, talked a bit – I was nervous as hell, but not scared. He wanted to go outside so he could smoke, and there, standing by his car, he kissed me. He continued holding me, and moved so he was speaking in a low firm tone in my right ear. He told me that I could leave, and that would be the end of it, we could make plans to meet again, and “play” at a later date, or, he had bought some things with him, and we could go play now. I was speechless, completely caught up in the moment that I could not respond. He told me that he was going to take my silence as a yes to #3 and if I wanted to say no, now was the time . I remained quiet. He told me that I would have a safe word -red- and I was to say it if I wanted things to stop. He told me that if I said no or stop, he would not stop, only if I said the safe word. He asked if I understood. I could only nod. We left in his car, and drove to a nearby motel ( with a quick stop for a few “supplies”). Once we walked into the room I knew I was not turning back, and was not going to say no. A lot of what happened that evening is a blur, I had never been with a truly dominant man, and had not known what to expect. He stripped me of everything I was wearing except for my tank top. At some point he had used duct tape to bind my wrists together. He pushed me on the bed, and his hands were everywhere. Rough, pulling, pinching. His fingers were inside me, harder, faster, rougher than I had ever experienced before. Wetter than I had ever been before, and then he was fucking me, hard. He slapped my face a couple of times, and it felt so natural, and I wanted more. He had brought a flogger with him, and made me say things to change the area of my body he was using it on. When he was finished with me, all I could do was lay on the bed, but I wasn't tired, I was so relaxed, more relaxed than I had been in years. It was an amazing feeling, one that I will not forget. We talked for a while, then he said something like “ Do you know how sexy you are?” And was back in the bed with me. This time was the most intense of all, he was fingering me again, then suddenly he put his other hand over my mouth, and I couldn't tell what the fuck he was doing, but I was screaming. When he was done, he kissed me and told me that I was a good girl, and he had known that he would be able to fist me. I went home, deliciously sore, wondering when we would be able to play again