When a Kinky Sexual Game Goes the Wrong Way, by Emma London

When a Kinky Sexual Game Goes the Wrong Way

A lesson on always follow the safety rules


Sometimes, even being aware of all the risks involved in a practice and being experienced in it, you relax. By doing that, you put yourself at risk, and things go wrong. That’s what happened to me and my partner, Mr P.

I’m fairly new to BDSM. I’ve been experimenting with sex scenes and kinks, and it has been wonderful. Not only for the sexual pleasure I get — more pleasurable orgasms and a raw intensity I never felt before — but also as a way to connect to my body and myself, as a woman.

Since I’ve embraced my true sexual self, I’m happier and fulfilled.

It was when I started dating Mr P. that I discovered I’m a kinkster. Since then, we’ve been exploring my kinks, allying them to his own. My sexual life went through a revolution.

I’ve been sharing here some of my BDSM experiences, like the first time I dominate my lover, the time we had electrosex, or when we tried rope bondage.

I’ve also shared several times my predilection for impact play. A session of spanking it’s always welcome. For me, it’s a powerful stress reliever and a fucking hot sexual dynamic.

But none of those sex scenes ever went wrong, Mr P. and I never hurt each other, we never crossed a boundary or made a mistake playing with the above. But we once made a serious mistake: one during temperature play.

We both love wax play, and we do it occasionally. We would do it more if it wasn’t for the mess.

During the wax play, we got so aroused, he set my hair on fire.

Mr P. and I had planned to have a sexy BDSM night. We started it with me playing with the e-stim (electrical stimulation device). I literally gave him electrical pleasure. Mr P. is a fan of electrosex. I like it, but not as much as he does.

After it, he tied me with rope; he practised shibari on me. It was a beautiful connection. Mr P. is new at it; he’s loving to learn more about it. And I’m loving being his rope bunny.

Mr P. made a beautiful shibari pattern on my upper body. One where my hands were tied behind my back.

When he finished his piece of art, he placed me on the sofa: I was on my knees, my torso against the back of the sofa. Then he blindfolded me. That moment, I let go of any rational thought; I let myself go, entirely.

I was tied up and blindfolded. As this wasn’t sexy enough, Mr P. started to spank me. I felt my mind disconnecting; I was made of pleasure. I went into subspace (it’s like an out-of-body experience; you get completely immersed in the sensations, disconnected with reality) and it felt fucking spectacular.

After delivering me intense pleasure, Mr P. guided me through the living room. I was still blindfolded and tied up.

In a sexy hoarse voice, my lover ordered me to go down on my knees. When I did, he grabbed my hair hard (as I so much love); he pulled my head back, got his mouth closer to my ear and whispered: “open your mouth”.

I did as ordered, and I felt his hard cock entering my mouth. Tasting his pre-cum made me so horny.

I gave him an intense and devoted blowjob, guided by him. Grabbing my hair, he made me give him a blowjob — one that I offered him with desire. I was hunger!

Mr P. stopped me before he came. He told me to lie down on the floor, on top of a blanket. When I heard the lighter, I knew what was coming.

I love wax play; I love the sensation of the melted drops falling on my body. My skin absorbs the almost-burning sensation; my body reacts carnally to the pleasure-pain.

We were both extremely aroused. I think it was the time I felt more aroused in my life. Then Mr P. did something that drove me wild: he kissed me passionately and he fingered me.

I was blindfolded, tied, aroused by the wax play, and now my lover was kissing me hard and fingering me. All at the same time. It was mental!

We were both in a spectacularly erotic place, aroused to our limits.

It was then that Mr P. lost track of the safety measures and set my hair on fire. He hadn’t killed the flame of the candle when he got closer to me to kiss me.

As we escalate in our excitement, he didn’t pay enough attention to the candle and brought it too close to me. My hair started to burn. Talking about killing the mood!

I heard a crispy noise. I immediately knew what had happened. Mr P. shouted “FUCK!” and started tapping my head. I took the blindfold off and asked him to tell me I wasn’t bald!

I madly love my long dark hair, imagining it destroyed was a punch in the stomach.

Luckily, the candle didn’t do much damage. As my hair was tied up, the flame only burned the small hairs above my ear. But the outcome could have been much worse if I had my hair down.

Mr P. apologised for a long time. More than sorry, he was pissed at himself for allowing the situation to happen. He knows better than to take his eyes away from the flame.

The reason I had my hair set on fire was that we were so horny, so involved and connected that he lost control of what he was doing. Which is something everybody should experience. But never with a lit candle in your hand.

The lesson was (re)learned: when playing kink, always — but always! — play safe.


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