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After a five-year dry spell, Olive Persimmon decides it's time to save her love life and get her mojo back. Each awkward, funny, and sometimes downright embarrassing encounter brings Olive closer to discovering the power of saying yes—to herself, others, and life itself. It was the day before class and I was freaking out. I imagined whips and handcuffs over my tan cowl-neck sweater. Bdsm classes wear a tight necklace either, that means you're collared.

I had no idea what that meant, which made it glaringly obvious that I was in over my head. It was like learning to drive before learning to walk. I still needed my nooky training wheels for God's sake.

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On the day of, I took the train down to Brooklyn. I was expecting a dimly-lit dungeon, so I was surprised when I walked into a multi-purpose yoga studio that smelled like peppermint. It was light and airy, with rows of folding chairs facing a man sitting on a stool. There were no visible s that this was a BDSM class. Rao and he was normal-looking, no eyeliner or studded chokers. All the seats were taken except for the one directly in front of our instructor in the first row. I sat down, waiting anxiously for class to begin.

Today, we're going to focus on the first three. Bdsm classes you ready to play? I smiled back at her.

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There was a collective gasp around the room. I was used to that response when people heard the. He was pushing me to be honest. It seemed like he pushed everyone to say three more things than they actually wanted to as a way of getting to the truth. Raise your hand if you want her to be in control of you. You make laws about sex. If someone doesn't do and say all the right things, or follow the rules that you've made up, you won't sleep with them.

To my immense relief, Rao moved on to someone else. While another woman talked about how she wanted to be tied up, I thought about my need for control. When it came to sex, I bdsm classes cautious to a fault. When it comes to sex and relationships, I'm like a high schooler, scared of talking to girls.

Ah, yes, another member of my tribe. A tribe that no one wanted to belong to: The Sexually Inexperienced. I made a mental note to talk to him later. For our first exercise, you're going to confess everything you're ashamed of. One of you will speak and one will listen.

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For the speaker, it's about saying it out loud. Maintain eye contact the entire time. Listeners, keep your faces neutral. Give them space. Allow them to be vulnerable. I partnered with an older, petite woman with brown eyes. She had offered me some almonds earlier. Her hair was pulled neatly back in a bun.

I stared into the eyes of a woman I had just met and sucked in my breath. She smiled at me. The wrinkles around her eyes indicated that this was a familiar face for her to make. Her sweet-tempered demeanor should have made it easier. That I haven't had a lot of sex and I might be bad at it. I told her things I thought I had long forgotten, things that had happened years before, like an STD scare in college and something mean I had said to my first love when I was eighteen.

Another tear rolled down my face. It was one of the hardest things I'd ever done. I felt exposed and self-conscious, but also lighter. There was a weird power in saying things aloud. In some ways, I felt like it freed me from some of that shit I had been carrying around for a long time. My partner, with her kind eyes, reached out and hugged me, holding me gently as I tried to sniffle discreetly. I had. Especially about sex. It had become ingrained in the narrative I was telling about myself, to myself. We did it again with our new bdsm classes before reing the group to sit down. I cried twice as hard.

I slumped in my seat, hiding my face. I pulled a tissue out of my purse, and avoided talking or looking at anyone else. I felt gutted and I wanted to be alone. Being a Sub is about being that trusting. It's beautiful, isn't it? My mind was blown. I had always assumed BDSM was about taking power. I had never dreamed it was also about vulnerability and trust.

I stood up to leave even though I wasn't ready for chicken salad and chips. Bdsm classes sat on a bench in downtown Brooklyn, picking at my sandwich, feeling emotional and raw until it was time to head back in. I stopped in the bathroom to fix my mascara. Instructor Rao pulled out fifteen red, braided ropes. We were going to use the ropes to practice dominance and submission. He did a demo, folding the top in half and looping the two sides into a knot.

We practiced tying the knot a few times to ensure that we got it. There was a lot of eye contact in this class. It was intimate. Probably more intimate than I'd been with anyone in months. It was nice. And too much. As the Dom, I was supposed to use my eyes to communicate that he was safe. I did my best to send that message through eye contact and by rubbing his hand with my thumb. My Sub held up his hands as I tied the rope around both of his wrists and tightened until I had the perfect knot.

I admired my handiwork and also noted how beautiful the red rope looked against his pale skin. I couldn't remember the last time I stroked someone's face like that. Yet here I was on an intimate level, stroking the face of a man I had met a few hours ago. I ran my thumb across his cheek, moving toward his bottom lip.

I gently caressed it as bdsm classes mouth opened in anticipation. Make them feel safe. You are responsible for this person. They are trusting you with their body. An uneven exchange of power. Someone on their knees who wasn't allowed to look bdsm classes me.

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I thought every bone in my body would be repulsed by it. I wasn't. I was enjoying it. A lot. My lip curled into a feral snarl. My eyes hardened. I felt powerful and sexy. I studied him to see if it was a lie and when I saw he was enjoying it, I had a revelation.

My partner liked being submissive. It turned him on. Everyone took the role they wanted. It wasn't about stealing someone's power. It was about that person willingly giving it. Staring into his eyes I felt a lot of things bdsm classes arousal, compassion, power.

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It was something I had felt before, a primal urge to bite someone a little too hard. I quickly suppressed that one and focused on arousal instead. You get to surrender while someone else is taking full responsibility for your body and your pleasure.

The Irishman tied my wrists and pulled them behind my head. He was tentative and cautious about hurting me. I liked that. He was right; we were a good match. I lowered my eyes, though I couldn't help but smile. He was trying hard to be the Dom. He was going through the motions but his gentleness permeated everything he did. As he increased the force of his hand, I tried my best to truly submit. I wanted to let him feel what it was like to really be in control. It was surprisingly easy but I think that was only because of his tenderness.

I probably would have resisted if I had been with someone else. I expected to feel helpless and weak. I didn't feel that at all. As I got down on my knees, he ran his hands over my shoulders, powerfully bdsm classes me.

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