Mr Grey will see you now. . .

So 50 shades of grey has broken the box office and sent women (and men) running to the DIY store for all kinds of rope to use at home. Mr. Grey has liberated sexual taboos around S&M but he is a highly glamourised, house wife's dream of what domination is. The reality is a whole other world. Let me tell you why. 

I may have failed to mention I have a highly submissive nature in the bedroom. It goes against my character completely but something about it frees me. How ironic as I'm usually trussed up like a prized pig. 

I read 50 shades before I ever got involved in with my 50shades even though he's more like 50's evil more sadistical brother, however he doesn't emotionally black mail me. I'm not a hearts and flowers girl so there's none of that love nonsense. 

 I digress. I met kinkyfuckery69 on tinder. Rugby player, huge, ripped, dark features, nice bit of stubble. He looked right up my street. We didn't talk straight away until I posted a moment of the troubles of being a busty girl trying to wear a crop top I'd ordered. Niave I hear all you busty girls shouting. Needless to say there was a lot of under boob.

He messaged telling me to be careful what I posted. 

I replied a curt "what do you mean?"

He answered "you'll get the wrong type of attention."

He was fairly high on that moral high horse. 

"What sort of attention is that then?" 

He replied. "The type from boys like me." 

So not as high as I first thought. 

We carried on chatting. We got on to the subject of sex naturally. He was very particular and not shy about it. 

We arranged to meet and having not met the required standards of preparedness he stopped to snapchat him picking up some rope. 

He was stern, serious I opened the door and he didn't speak. Fuck. What had I got myself into. He took me by the hand and led me straight into my room. I was only wearing a t-shirt it barely covered the bum. He spoke. 

"Turn round." 

I looked up at him. About to protest. 

"Turn round now." 

I did. He didn't seem the sort of chap to argue with. 

(I'd like to note I understood what was going to happen. I was in no way forced or emotionally abused before people worry.) 

"Arms up." 

I did as I was told. 

He pulled my top off leaving me in a bra. I'd "forgotten" underpants. Oops. 

He lent in close as he pulled my bra straps down. 

"Bend over." 

Suddenly feeling very naked I did as I was bid steadying myself on the bed. When he slapped me hard on the arse. 

"Next time you will turn round the first time. Understand?" 

I did. But before I could answer. He slapped me again. 

"That was for wearing no underwear and answering the door. What did I say about reputations."  

"Yes sir". 

I enjoyed every kinky minute that I don't want to expose too much. I still have to answer to him. 

I will tell you more about the real world of submissives if anyone wants more stories. However, I will warn you it's darker than being flogged with a belt 6 times and crying about it. 

Christian grey is not real and the guys who like this stuff don't normally have million pound playrooms in penthouses they are usually control freaks who blend in with society and don't break character to make sure you are ok. 

That's what safe words are for. 

Just.your.average.girl15 signing off and removing the handcuffs ;) 

Xxx

Can I see some ID please?

If I had to pick, I'd pick older guys everytime. 34 is a good age. Actually guys in their 30s really attract me in general. They are confident, know themselves, know where they're going, are established in their career. (Well the ones iv known were.) Also they know exactly what to do in the bedroom. The best sexual experiences iv had, have been with men in their 30s. It might have something to do with my enjoyment of of being dominated, so an older man has more of an authorative presence. If that makes sense. 

Anyway, I got slightly off topic. Where I was going with that maybe too honest confession is that, I don't usually find myself attracted to guys my own age. 

Babyfacedboy was an exception to the above rule. Technically not a baby his tinder profile said 24 older than myself. He messaged after I posted a very cleavagey moment. 

It said. 

"We should have sex. ;)" 

I guessed he was just looking for a response but he was cute/hot. In a pretty boy geek sort of way. Toned but not a gym worshipper, tall and broad. He was nice. 

"We should." I replied. 

"I was being cheeky, :o but ok if you want too." 

"I was being cheeky too." I messaged back. 

We talked for a week or so. He was very like me. Not looking for anything serious. Didn't mind that I saw other people. (I'll post more about that soon.) He was a bit more inexperienced than what I was used too.  

We decided to have a few drinks at mine. When I went down to let Babyfaceboy in because he couldn't get the intercom to work. He seemed nervous. 

"Hi. I swear I tried to buzz in." 

I laughed told him not to worry and to come in. 

"I've never done this before. Gone to a girls house... Well not sober anyway." He announced on the walk up to my first floor flat. 

I thought he was inexperienced but wow. What had I got myself into. 

"I have wine so." 

He loved the flat. We drank some wine. We chatted about life, girls, boys. Then we moved on to his inability to grow facial hair. I said. 

"You do look really young." 

He laughed, the wine had made his cheeks rosey. 

"I know it's annoying." 

"At least when you're 40 you'll still look 30. I said. 

He turned to me. Straight faced and said. 

"What would you do if I was 17??"

My heart dropped. SHIT! He lied on Facebook. Oh my god. Iv got a 17 year old drunk in my kitchen. He must have seen my mind going crazy. 

"I'm joking. I am 24." 

All i could see was his baby face. Before I thought about what I was saying. I blurted. 

"Do you have any ID?" 

He laughed. 

"Yeah sure." 

He produced his drivers liscence. He was indeed 24. 

Oh thank god. 

"What would you have done if I was 17?" He asked.   

I said dead pan. 

"I would have made you leave. Even with Sunday buses. Then I'd have told you to call me once you turned 21."  

We laughed. I was sat on the kitchen counter. He walked over. 

"Your hot when your being serious." And he kissed me. 

We ended up having a really fun night. He definitely was an exception to the rule of great sex only happening with over 30s. 

We remain in contact and to be honest I think we are genuine friends. . . Who bonk now and again. (More Babyfaceboy stories will follow.) 

Has your youthful look ever got you into trouble? 

Or have you like me ever ID'd anyone? 

Much love 

Just.Your.Average.Girl15 

Signing off. 

Xxx