My BDSM Buddy

Sometimes I don’t realize the effect that I have on people. A few years ago I had a work colleague who was my partner in crime when I worked in real estate. He was married, happily, apparently, so he was never going to be a friend with benefits. Despite this, or perhaps because of it, when we enjoyed our morning coffees I used to tell him all about my BDSM conquests. Every single detail. Sometimes I noticed him sitting uncomfortably, but I didn’t care. I just had to tell someone who would listen. Somehow it made me feel as though I was reliving my experiences.

With time, I learned that my stories didn’t just provoke discomfort. In fact, they had a much deeper effect on my work colleague. For example, instead of just listening to my fetish confessions, he started to fantasize about having his own BDSM stories to tell. He had been with his wife for over ten years and had always been monogamous. Although, with the pressure of raising a family and paying mortgages, it had gradually become a sexless marriage. Listening to me made him question the lack of action between his sheets and he began to wonder what it would be like to touch someone else’s skin.

It didn’t take long before his curiosity got the better of him. To the point that he wanted to do something about it and actually have an affair. He created an online profile on a dating site, but in the vanilla world, as soon as he revealed that he was married, no one was interested in meeting him. But, when I suggested trying BDSM pages instead, everything changed. Suddenly the messages he sent actually got replies. The fact that he was married didn’t seem to be an issue. In the fetish world, the rules of the game, and the assigned roles were defined.

Soon enough he was bouncing messages back and forth with a female sub. She was also married and wasn’t able to indulge in her fantasies with her husband. Although my friend had decided that he was a Dominant, the ironic thing was that he had no experience, whereas the sub had already had several Masters in the past. My friend often asked me for my advice on many BDSM related topics and I gladly gave it whenever necessary.

When it got to the point they were going to meet in person, naturally, my friend wanted to turn up to their hotel room date fully equipped. So, I arranged a special shopping trip one day after work. We didn’t go to a specialist fetish shop; we went to a sports shop instead. We went straight to the equestrian section in search of riding crops. Here, they were so much cheaper than the ones in a fetish shop. The sight of saddles and jodhpurs made me tingle, although I have absolutely no interest in horse riding. We also bought a blindfold from a chemist and rope from a hardware store. All cheap, but highly effective.

It occurred to me in the car journey when he was dropping me off at home after, that he might not have a place to hide his new BDSM stash. When I asked him about it, he told me that he intended to keep it hidden in his car. But what if his wife found it? I didn’t want to be responsible for a divorce so I offered to keep it for him at my place. I wanted to be his BDSM stash custodian. His BDSM buddy. It was an offer that he couldn’t refuse.

His first meeting with his sub was such a success that they started to meet every month. Sometimes twice. Every time he had a session with her, he would pass by my place before and after. I would meet him on the street to give him his stash that was kept inside a leather briefcase. This detail didn’t just make me feel immoral, it made me feel like a criminal.

When he dropped it off again after, I used to sit in his car with the briefcase on my lap as he filled me in on absolutely everything that he had just got up to. Every single detail. I guess I was the only one he could talk to about his BDSM conquests. I could tell that it hadn’t taken him long to master the role of dominant.

As I listened to him, I was now the one sitting uncomfortably.

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