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Tinder Date Turned BDSM Shoot

I was craving an adventure and never predicted this!

By jPublished 5 years ago 4 min read
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It was a Wednesday night during my senior year of college. My undergraduate thesis was consuming my life and I was tired of the daily routine of classes, homework, research, and thesis. I was craving an adventure. I was craving an experience; a story. So I turned to Tinder. I have had plenty of Tinder dates, including a few wild dates in the past, so turning to Tinder for an adventure was nothing new.

After days of aimlessly swiping left, that day I finally came across a profile of someone who was incredibly attractive, yet surprisingly compelling.

He was a model visiting the city for a few days from Hollywood. Nice. He acted in the TV series Grimm. Great. He could carry on a conversation. Fantastic.

After an hour of messaging back and forth, he asked me to go to a bar with him and his friends. The bar was unfortunately in the heart of the city. I couldn't trek there and back and finish my lab work on time. I hesitated, but reluctantly declined. I really wanted to meet this guy.

I asked him what he was up to the next day. He said, "a photoshoot! You should come by! It's at my friend, the photographer's, house. Here's the address!" It was at 2 PM.

The next day rolled by and as 2 PM approached, I had to decide between going to class or showing up to this stranger's house to watch a photoshoot.

"Well, I want an adventure," I thought to myself, "might as well skip class to do it."

And I did. I didn't tell anyone where I was going or that I was there. I rang the doorbell and this handsome guy opened it. He looked exactly like his photos! He kindly showed me to the living room and introduced me to the photographer and the other man in the room who spent the entire time in the kitchen smoking weed. I didn't once get strange vibes. In fact, I felt welcomed and comfortable.

After a few minutes of small talk and introductions, the photographer said, "okay. I guess I'll tie you up first," gesturing to my Tinder date.

"Wait, tying him up first?" I thought. I didn't quite know what to say. Was I in the photoshoot too? And why is there rope? I kept quiet, only speaking to answer the questions asked about myself. I watched as my date removed his shirt and got his chest and wrist tied. Before too long, it was revealed to me that the photographer is a bondage and BDSM style photographer. But somehow I wasn't nervous. This was the adventure I was seeking I guess. This was the story. I'll stay because I want to have a story. I'll stay because I want to be tied up too.

Then it was my turn. "You can take off as much clothes as you feel comfortable," said the photographer. I only took my shirt off.

Next thing I knew, I was tied up enough to have no chance of escaping. My wrists were tied and my legs were tied.

"Now pose for the camera!" exclaimed the photographer. I stood there, embraced in my date's arms. The poses changed. The flash was bright and always seemed sudden. His breath was warm. His skin was soft. He smelled nice, like forest pine cones. My eyes were fixated on his gaze. "Wow. You two look great! So hot! So sexy! Look more thirsty! Good! These are looking so good."

Next thing I knew, it was our last photo. Our lips were inches apart. We were kneeling. My hands were under the rope tied around his chest, pulling him towards me. His arms were not around me but were in some position that made his biceps flex. He had the perfect amount of muscle. He licked his lips. Damn. This is the hottest thing I've ever done.

"And...we are done! It is 8 PM."

"Oh, I got to go!" I quickly snapped out of enchantment. I hadn't eaten all day and I had more research to work on. The rope was a quick process to take off. I put my clothes on and gathered my belongings. My date walked me out. As I rushed to the bus stop, he looked me in the eyes and kissed me. "I could tell you wanted me to kiss you in there," he said.

"Haha, yeah," I chuckled.

"You did good though. See you around."

I missed the bus by 30 seconds. Darn. When I finally made it back to my college campus, I immediately told some of my friends. "Wow," they all said, "of course this would happen to you."

I never saw the guy again— I quickly learned that he had a big ego and I could not stand it. However, to this day, I am friends with the photographer and I have several photos to constantly remind me of that day in college when I skipped class to unknowingly partake in a BDSM photoshoot.

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