Getting Used by a Stranger [MF][kink]

***Just a warning, this is a fairly long read and we haven’t had penetrative sex yet, this mostly involves being dominated and electrocuted.

I had an experience earlier this week that I don’t have anyone to talk with about, so I figured I’d share it with one of my favorite communities.
I met a guy on Fetlife a couple of months ago and we’ve been putting off meeting up. For whatever reason our schedules hadn’t aligned.

Last week, we finally had a phone conversation chronicling things we were into, things we wanted to try, and just felt each other out in general. I think it went well, he’d mentioned feeling the same, so we decided to meet up this week. We exchanged a few photos prior to meeting up, through which I was able to ascertain he was a sexy pile of muscles. He’s about 6’2”, with an olive complexion, broad shoulders, and killer blue eyes. He had arms that looked like he’d be able to pick me up and slam me against a wall if he felt like it (or if I asked for it).

I sent him a couple of topless photos in return, right after exiting the shower at the gym. My caramel nipples glistening and erect, but nothing below the belt. The last curve of my hourglass shape was just out of sight. He replied telling me he could not wait to see me, and I knew it was on from there.

I went over to his house on Monday to try out his e stim machine (a device that sends electrical impulses through your nerves) and see if there was a mutual attraction in person. He met me at the subway station and walked me to his house. That morning, I’d dressed in pantyhose with holes in the crotch, thinking, “there’s no way my skirt is coming off. He’ll never see these.” I wanted to look sexy, but I didn’t want to have sex the first time we met… especially because I was about to start my period. I was also wearing a tight-fitting skirt with a button-up olive green shirt. I had a demi-cut pushup bra on underneath, putting my 36D breasts on full display. Because people always ask for descriptions, I am by no means petite–think Christina Hendricks. I have a 29-inch waist and hips that could knock out anything they come into contact with, but I work out to maintain it. It’s all very muscular. Apparently I didn’t work out enough–

We walked up five flights of stairs, after which he looked at me with a little bit of pity. “You poor thing,” he said, “I do this so many times a day I’m used to it.” It made me feel a little out of shape and slightly pathetic, even though I gym 3 times a week and have a relatively muscular build. “Guess I have to work on that cardio, huh” I tensely replied.

We walked inside and he offered me some wine, which I declined. We had some light conversation and danced around each other like two boxers their first time in the ring. There were a few moments I thought he was going to lean in and kiss me, I felt my body tense up each time. He put his hand lightly on my leg at one point, sending shivers up my spine. It’s always that first kiss with a new person that does it for me. I got up to get some water at one point and sat down in a different position on his L-shaped couch, so that we were angled directly facing each other. He noticed the convenience of the position, saying “I’m glad you sat there, it makes things a lot easier.” And leaned in, only to say something else. FINALLY, he said that he really wanted to kiss me , to which I replied “I know”. He kissed me, and i turned my damn head, giving him maximum cheek action. This was apparently the wrong move, because when I playfully tried to kiss him back he turned his head and pulled back, so I kissed the sides of his face and nibbled on his neck before pulling away.

He snapped to attention the moment I stopped and slowly moved his hand to the back of my head, pulling my head in for a long, deep kiss. I immediately felt a familiar tingle between my legs and knew that this night was going to be more than I had originally intended. After playing around for a bit, he pulled away and asked me if I was ready to use the machine. I nodded, indicating that yes, I was ready. He went over how it worked and explained how different areas of the body were more sensitive, depending on which muscles were being stimulated. He asked if we could go for my nipples, but I requested that he do a demonstration on himself first so that I could see it in action (and trust that he knew what he was doing, although I can be a bit naive and that wasn’t ever really a concern). He demonstrated on his forearm, showing me the involuntary movements in his hands after manipulating the settings a bit. He explained how the lower pulses are harsher and sharper, the higher the stimulation, the more fluid the vibrational feeling in the nerves.

I agreed to try it on my hand, and allowed him to manipulate the settings as he had done on himself, noting the sharp contrast from the low pulses to the high. It was almost like a pickaxe, stabbing where the electrode was attached to my skin. It made me incredibly aroused and I quite enjoyed the sensation. I found the smoother frequencies to be a bit dull, taking me out of the adrenaline high of such a sharp sensation. Soon we had moved the patches to my lower back, one of the areas that I’m most sensitive to stimulation. I took my shirt and bra off and got on my knees with my back to him. He traced his fingers up and down my back, asking me to tell him which part to stop at, kissing me intermittently. I told him the exact spot that I found the sensation to be the most stimulating and turned around, still on my knees, to face him. He requested that I look him in the eyes as we began.

He started off relatively mild (the scale goes from 1-10, he is only able to handle about a 7 max on most body parts), and gradually increased. The pulses went in cycles, depending on the setting. He had it set to do the painful pulsing and gradually increase to the smooth vibration, and then increase in intensity by 1 at the end of the cycle. The first few rounds I hardly felt anything but a tingle, but by the time we got to three and the rapid pulsing, my breathing had picked up and I was noticeably more aroused. I kissed him and looked at him questioningly, not saying anything. He said, “good girl, it’s coming back down in 3…2…” and like that I sharply inhaled, feeling the mini pickaxe jabbing at my back, but loving every second of it.
“Look me in my eyes”.
Still not saying anything, I allowed my gaze to meet his, feeling an intense connection that comes from implicitly putting your trust and your body in the hands of someone else. I was putty; I was his. We reached about a 6 on my back before deciding to switch the patches to one nipple momentarily, and then settling on two nipples.

In between, we took a break, I layed back on the floor, my knees aching and a little sore from sitting up in that position for so long. How long had it been? Minutes? Hours? I’d completely lost track of time. He told me that I’d done better than he’d thought I would, and I felt proud. Both for pleasing him and for really being able to enjoy it and let go. At some point, he started giving me commands. I think maybe I’d started giving him a blowjob and he said that I wasn’t allowed to unless I was absolutely going to worship it. I wasn’t ready to do that. As a punishment, I only got to use one hand. One hand and no mouth! I was, however, allowed to suck his balls. I tenderly put them in my mouth and swirled, to which he reacted favorably. I worked my mouth up his torso, kissing his muscles, and biting into the V cut at the bottom of his abdomen, slowly making my way to his neck. “Mmm” I softly heard him moan when I started to suck his ear. He got up to get some water and I started to reach for my glass, when he said, “I did not say you could drink”. He started to sip his water and I instinctively opened my mouth. He let some spill from the glass into my mouth. I didn’t say thank you, I just wiped the excess from my skin.

Things continued in this manner for a bit. I tried to blow him again, but I received a warning, “I don’t want to hurt you… too badly, but I will if you don’t listen. Self control.” and I stopped. Then he said, “I was hoping you wouldn’t learn so quickly.” I was torn between wanting to rebel and push my boundaries and desperately wanting to please him. In this case they both seemed to be the same thing. I went for his rock hard cock with my mouth again, I was met with a rough thwack as his hand connected with my face. I loved it, but we hadn’t established rules or boundaries yet, so I didn’t feel comfortable pushing it any further. We had had a conversation about being ok with slapping, hair pulling (at the base), and him being into cock worship before, so I didn’t feel like any of this was too much or uncalled for. He knew I was into it.

He told me how to position myself (on my hands and knees), and sat on me for a minute while he drank his water. I didn’t really know how to react to being treated like a piece of furniture, but I do know that I was really fucking into it. Like, I knew that I could break at any time but I didn’t want to. I just didn’t want him to stop. And I felt at peace while he was on me, while he was telling me what to do, controlling me. Self control. He pulled my skirt up and I warned him about the holes in the crotch, he joked about only needing a hole the size of his cock, but I was humiliated with him behind me, examining my ass. I hadn’t prepared for this, yet I found myself taken by it.

There was also a water spitting/spilling scenario here where he took a drink and spit it into my mouth, and I looked for more. “Was that not enough?” he asked, tilting the glass into my open mouth and pouring the entire glass of water on my body, completely dousing my skirt.

I also seem to have omitted a part here where he put lube in my mouth and told me to spit it out onto myself because I had expressed an interest in having him fuck my tits. I had said that it was something that made me feel good, being able to get a guy off like that. We were in the process of doing this when I snapped out of the moment and got too into my own head, which he noticed, bringing the activity to a halt. He was very attentive to my expressions and reactions.

So onto electronipples. He asked me if I was ready to go again, which I was. My nipples were dry, save for some lube, which apparently doesn’t affect the transference of electricity. Whatever. He started at a 1 again, it didn’t feel like very much. The first few cycles were pretty mild, save for the tiny pickaxe. Every time that would happen, his eyes would dart from the machine to me, letting me know that the uptick was coming. Each time, the rush would send me into ecstasy, breathing into him and grasping at him. He would kiss me and look into my eyes, holding me, calling me his good girl the whole time. Telling me how good I was doing. We had reached 4 and I was ready to stop.

Prior to this meetup, we had discussed helping each other push boundaries and ourselves to achieve things that we hadn’t before. This was my first time doing this, but I felt so good that I didn’t want it to end. Yet my body was tired from so much stimulation and my head was feeling the same. I let him know I thought I was done. He said, “you can do one more cycle baby. You’re doing so good.” and that was all I needed. I nodded my head yes and unwaveringly met his gaze one last time. I took a few deep breaths. “It’s coming baby you’re doing such a good job.” And there it was. The pickaxe was on my nipples, coursing through my body at a level 5. The intensity of it was almost overwhelming. I leaned into him, and he supported me fully, stroking my hair. “Do you want this? Do you want to belong to me?” he asked. And I did. I absolutely and unquestionably did and still do.

I was so weak afterwards that he held me in the shower and invited me to stay the night. There was no way that was happening, I’ve still got my own demons to overcome before that kind of intimacy occurs ;)

So now I’m at this weird place where I want that more. I want that control to be taken, to be owned and belong to him. But I feel perhaps too timid or uncertain to bring it up.

Anyway, if you made it through this, thanks! I don’t really have anyone to talk about it with so I appreciate at least sharing.

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