I got my wife to join me in a BDSM session, and it was a complete failure.

At least I learned something. As a man, I (26M) and my wife (26F) have been in a relationship for almost four years and have been married for about a year. For the past year, we have shared a common fetish: BDSM.<br><br>Due to my wife's poor health, she hasn't been in the best physical shape lately, but we still wanted to explore our BDSM fantasies. Recently, we found a therapist who specializes in BDSM and decided to give him a try. He seemed very professional and respectful, especially considering his young age (mid-twenties). We were even more at ease since the session would be conducted in a medical office, which is exactly as it sounds - a medical office. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, and the therapist even offered us his car keys as a sign of trust, in case we wanted to leave at any point.<br><br>We began by discussing our relationship, our BDSM experiences, and our expectations for the session. We were both excited, a bit nervous, and happy to share this experience together. The therapist then explained the rules and guidelines for the session, which included a safe word and the importance of respecting boundaries.<br><br>As the session progressed, the therapist asked my wife to remove her pants and lie down on the couch. I was instructed to sit in a chair and watch. I have to admit, I felt a bit uneasy, as I've never been comfortable with the idea of someone else touching my wife. I prefer being the dominant one in our relationship.<br><br>The therapist started massaging my wife's lower back and legs, gradually moving his hands up her body. After a while, he removed her shirt and continued the massage. I watched as he massaged her breasts and nipples, which made me feel uncomfortable and jealous. I didn't like the idea of someone else touching my wife in such an intimate way.<br><br>As the massage progressed, the therapist began to use more force and pressure, which made my wife cry out in pain. I remember her saying, "Ow, that hurts!" I felt a surge of jealousy, and my inner caveman kicked in. I wanted to protect my wife and get the therapist away from her. However, I also felt a strong desire to participate and join in the massage. I wanted to be the one touching her and making her feel good.<br><br>The therapist then asked my wife if she wanted to use a safe word. She was hesitant and didn't seem sure. I intervened, saying that she didn't want to use a safe word. However, the therapist insisted that she make the decision herself. After a brief moment, my wife agreed to use a safe word.<br><br>As the session came to an end, my wife and I were both disappointed and frustrated. We had been looking forward to exploring our BDSM fantasies together, but the experience didn't turn out as expected. We learned a valuable lesson: communication and boundaries are crucial in any BDSM session, especially when involving a third person. We realized that we need to prioritize our relationship and make sure we're both comfortable with the dynamics involved.<br><br><br>**Edit:**<br><br>Wow, I didn't expect this to blow up like it did. Thank you all for the gold and silver, kind words, and advice. I had a very meaningful conversation with my wife last night, and we have decided to go our separate ways. I will no longer be a part of this sub.