Real Life: the art student [m/f] [femdom] [bdsm] [watersports]

We all know porn isn't real. We read instead about real life BDSM: consent, negotiation, checklists, communication. But sometimes real life doesn't work that way either. Sometimes it’s messy and spontaneous. We take risks. We do our best and, with love and trust, we try to meet our partners where they are. This is the (nsfw) story of a recent development with a cherished casual partner. It’s not a perfect example of kink protocol or best practices, but it worked for us. This story is dedicated to N, my friend who taught me to listen more closely and dare to figure out what a submissive needs even if he can’t tell you yet.

Let’s say this first. This boy is 22 years old. He’s in college, an art student, a stoner, skateboarder, tattooed with gauges in his ears. My teenage fantasies couldn't have formed him better. He’s one of the most attractive people I've ever seen. And god bless him, he wants me, a 30-something-year-old who is none of those things. We have some things in common, but we’re not the kind of people who would be friends. He is quiet and shy, sweet, and openly emotional. He’s young in a lot of ways. And because I don’t need him to be anything else, that’s okay. It’s kind of compelling.

Over the last few months he’s become, I guess, a friend with benefits. I go to his apartment where his art covers the walls. We fuck, we watch movies, we cuddle and sleep entwined. He likes to be the little spoon, though he’s much taller. When I go home I don’t really think of him until the next time he texts me “hey. :-)”

We met around Christmas on Tinder where I out myself as kinky. I kind of assumed he’d be down for whatever. But the first time we fucked I asked, “Is there anything you’re into that I should know about?” And he said, “not really.” Things came out here and there. He’s wasn't vanilla, exactly. He loved ass play (his ass), he liked to be choked, and he got really rough when he fucked me, shoving his fingers down my throat. It was good sex, phenomenal sex. But we didn't talk about it much.

I badly wanted him to sub for me. I thought he was made for it. Other than the choking, though, my intro-to-domming overtures did not go over well. He didn't like pain. I couldn't pull his hair. I couldn't hit him, though I asked. He didn't like role play because he didn't like feeling pressured to talk. That was fine, so I let it go and just enjoyed what we had.

The other night we were in his bed. He made me cum with just his fingers. He was hard and his long, lanky body was displayed in front of me. He whispered, “What do you like? I want to please you too.” Umm… I told him some general things I liked, submissive things since I’d put the other stuff out of mind. He was quiet. “Well, I like that too. I like to be controlled. I like both.” “Shit,” I said, “I just assumed from before you weren't into that.” He said “I am. You can do whatever you want. Spit on me, pee on me.” Ha, that escalated quickly. But I can work with it.

So I push him lightly to his back, hold his arms down. Slowly kiss and tease him. Run my fingers through his hair then let it go. I tell him that he can’t cum without my permission because his cum belongs to me now. “You don’t have to talk,” I say, “except for Yes and Please. But I’m going to talk to you.” He says “Yes.”

I still can’t hurt him, so I need to think of something different. Set the scene. I tell him that now he’s a fucktoy for me to play with, nothing more. “Do you want that?” “Yes.” I tell him he’s my little slut to use, that he exists for my pleasure and nothing else. “Is that what you want? To be used like a slut?” “Yes.” He likes it. I make him touch himself while I watch and press my hand into his throat, then hold his cheek. “Good boy. I like to watch you.”

When I’ve had enough of the view I straddle his hips, take him in my hand and rub his cock against me. Thinking only of my pleasure I close my eyes and enjoy feeling, using him like a toy. When I know he’s covered in me, I move down to take a few long, slow licks along his cock and inner thighs.

“Get up.” I take him by the hand and lead him naked across the hallway. “Get in the tub.” He’s cold and I think petrified. My tone is strict. I run a few inches of warm water. “Get on your back.” I stand above him and spread myself open while he watches from below. My fingers linger on my clit and I hold his gaze. “Open your mouth.” We hadn't talked about this exactly, but he opens wide and looks me in the eye with desperate need. It takes a second, but soon it comes. I let a stream of warm piss fall into his mouth and on his face. “Hold it in your mouth and show me.” He does. “Now spill it on yourself. Show me how thankful you are.” He does. Immediately, he pulls himself up to my pussy and licks it deeply. I hold his hair and push him into me. “Good boy. Clean it up.” He is soaking wet and completely vulnerable. After a moment I push him back down, kneel over his face, and give him another taste. He moans this time, then swallows.

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