This story happened quite a few years ago when I was 18 years old.

I (now M33) had met a girl a couple of years before and we had been at a few parties together but had not kept in touch since we ended up in different schools.

Her style was classic goth with the fitting makeup and clothes, black hair and lipstick - just my thing back then. Also she was extremely beautiful with a curvy figure and massive breasts.

One friday I was going to a party and I reached out to her to see if she wanted to go - and she said yes even though we had not talked for years.

We met up at the party and I was there with a few friends. Everything was going great and we were drinking and talking.

It was still quite early at the party and I had not been drinking a lot, but then all of a sudden I felt very dizzy and kind of lost control. From then on I only remember fragments. I remember standing with my arm around her in a doorway at the party, her holding up my body as I told my friends that I think I have been drugged. They didn't take it serious and laughed at us.

Then there was a ride in a taxi to her place. I remember she undressed me and herself. I remember licking her pussy and tits for what felt like forever. I remember her getting on top of me and riding me, but I don't remember that I came.

The next thing was me waking up naked in her house, and I grabbed my clothes and left while she was still sleeping.

I didn't write to her for weeks but the night and the feeling of getting used was haunting me, so I texted her.

She told me that she had met an older guy she had a crush on and that she had told him she wasn't a virgin - but she was. So she had drugged me and used me to take her virginity.

I've never felt emotionally or physically abused from the night, even though I totally recognize that it can be a damaging thing for everyone to experience.

I've always been pretty dominating by nature and in bed with my partners but I think that experience somehow took root. It was not until many years later I think it truly got a hold of me as I kept going back to imagine it.

I think that's when I first got the taste for femdom and bdsm. Anyone else who have had experiences that grew like this over the years until finally manifesting as a kink?