The Blue Pill – [Mfsub][nc][drugs]

A little context: I wrote a story based on someone’s kink list, and I wanted it to be a dark, slightly disturbing noncon story, but it just came out really unpleasant and sort of hard to read. I felt so conflicted about posting it that I decided to write a companion piece to make amends. If you read the other story and were creeped out, I’m sorry, I’m not a psychopath, honestly, just a little weird sometimes.

The music in the story, btw, is L’histoire de Melody Nelson by Serge Gainsbourg, which is just about the most decadent thing I know.

Yours,

Robin Goodfellow

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“I think you have, uh, too much of the ‘non’? You know? I want to make your ‘non’ to be a ‘oui'”.

I burst out laughing at him, “You mean you want me to change my mind? That’s a very flowery way of saying so.”

Davide smiles, “To change? Perhaps the saying is ‘to blow your mind’?”

“You really don’t know when to give up, do you?”

He shrugs his Gallic shrug and reaches over the table for his cigarette lighter. We’re sat outside a cafe in Montmartre. It’s the end of September and the late afternoon is warmly aglow. I’ve known Davide for three days now.

We first met in a bar on Thursday night. His friends had abandoned him and when he found me at the bar, a lone British girl looking for adventure, he spent the evening plying me with alcohol and haranguing me about Brexit. We ended up back at his flat, having passionate laughing, shouting sex. Real headboard thumping stuff.

I thought about him all day on Friday, and texted him as soon as he finished work. More sex led to a long conversation, rendered sometimes hilarious by his inexact English, about his kinks and what he terms my “blocages”. My tastes are wholly pedestrian, which he finds hilarious; evidence of the cold naivete of the British species. Saturday morning we awoke, had some breakfast, and spent all day wandering the streets of Paris. He’s good company, and I’m feeling schoolgirlishly happy.

“Let me get this straight,” I said, “you want me to take this pill, and then we go back to your flat and I ‘surrender’ to you. You realise how insane that sounds, right?”

“Yes,” he says simply, “like, uh, Alice in Wonderland, yes? The pill will help you go through the mirror. It will, uh, expand your horizons.”

He looks serious for a moment and then laughs out loud as though at his own pompousness. Laughing with him, I reach out my hand and take the small blue pill from his outstretched palm. I look at it closely. There’s a love heart stamped on it and can see small brown specks mixed into the blue. I look back to Davide for reassurance, and see that he is watching me intently. I put the tip of my tongue out and taste the pill. Yuck. It tastes like … hairspray or something.

“This isn’t going to kill me, is it? I’m not going to be a statistic? British Girl Found Dead in Parisian Alleyway?”

He looks appalled, “Non, non, non. You will be safe. You have my honour.” He reaches over the table and holds my hand. “Trust me” he says.

… and so we’re sitting in a bar when all of a sudden there’s this lurching feeling in my tummy like we’ve driven over a dip in the road and this noise fills my ears and my heart starts to pound and my palms are so sweaty all of a sudden and I turn to Davide and I say oh my god I think it’s happening wow I just feel all so fidgetty and fast all of a sudden like i’m going a hundred miles an hour and i think that i like this feeling i say to him and I giggle and then I’m laughing at myself for laughing and at him for looking at me so strange and the mirrors on the walls are so shiny i never noticed before and the lights are the most sumptuous colours and i never knew before that bricks had such brilliant specks of colour or that they could shimmer like underwater breathing of jellyfish and i turn to tell davide about the lights and he smiles and he strokes my cheek, and oh … oh oh oh.

“Breathe, ma petite” he says and I never noticed before how warm and deep his voice is, and I close my eyes so I can really feel his hand on my cheek, and a warmth spreads through me like this: it starts in my chest, like mulled wine on a cold day, and I feel it pass through my shoulders , and then all down my spine becomes melting electricity so that I shiver with the deliciousness of it, and my nipples begin to tingle and there is a sudden throb between my legs, just once, like when your pulse catches in your throat, a ring of sensation running along my clit.

His fingers are playing with my hair and scratching gently at my scalp and I am afloat, far away, in a warm place.

He leads me by the hand through the early-evening streets, which are all lit up as though Paris were overlaid with fairyland, and the people who pass me by are all smiling, too, although some of them are only smiling inside and I turn to him and I say “you are the most amazing person I have ever met, I just want you to know that, and I know you won’t believe me, but I mean it truly I do, you are so beautiful”, and he laughs with me and he squeezes my hand, and we reach his flat.

I go through the door before him and he slips my jacket from my shoulders before the door has even closed. It drops to the floor at our feet and his hand is already pulling down the zip of my dress. For a second I feel unsure, but then he whirls me around to face him, his hand clutches my throat and he leans in to kiss me, and I collapse into him, so desperately hungry. He pushes me back against the wall in the hallway, right beside the front door, and the pressure on my throat makes my head rush and swim. His other hand slides over my shoulders, pulling the straps of my dress away and I shimmy for him so that it slips down to the floor.

“Good girl” he whispers and I know suddenly that this is what I’ve wanted to hear my whole life. Joy wells up inside me and I pull him to me, my legs weak, cling to him, seeking his mouth with mine. I grind up against him and my clitoris pulses again, my labia flutter and tingle. I want him inside me right now.

“Hush hush hush, ma petite”, he says, “first things, yes?” and I can’t speak as he leads me into the sitting room. He ushers me gently to the couch, says “wait for a moment”, and kisses my forehead.

My head is swimming, and my pulse feels so fast like I’ve been for a long run, so I close my eyes and take some deep breaths. I reopen them at the sound of music, a low, slow bass guitar and a gravelly French voice, and Davide is standing there in front of me. He pulls me to my feet and kisses my throat, biting gently under my ear, then sits down.

“Strip”, he says, so I do.

I peel off my panties and awkwardly unhook my bra, and find myself swaying in time with the music, running my hands over my body, squeezing my breasts. He watches me with a faint smile. As the song ends he stands up, and picks up something from the table beside the couch. A thick leather band, three inches wide, a collar. He fastens it around my throat and checks that it is snug before stroking my hair. I melt again and quiver all over. Goosebumps stand up from my breasts and run down my arms. He takes my hands, one at a time, and places black leather cuffs onto my wrists. They are linked by a short silver chain so that my hands are held only a few inches apart.

Lastly he picks up a ball on a strap and looks me seriously in the eye. “It is enough of the non, yes? Now you are wanting to say ‘oui’?”

“God yes,” I say, “yes, oui” and he tips my head back, places one finger on my lower lip and gently opens my mouth. The ball fits snugly, and he turns me around to fasten the strap behind my head.

“Walk to the bathroom” he instructs from behind my ear, and I nod and walk ahead of him, practicing my best slut walk, hips swaying. I catch sight of myself in a full-length mirror and I feel so beautiful and so free and this feeling makes my cunt flutter again and I know that I am wet.

He helps me into the shower, holding my hands as I step over the lip of the small glass cubicle, and then lifts my hands up above my head to a small hook in the wall. This hook passes through the links of my chain and he steps back to admire me.

I blush and flutter my eye lids, head held high by the collar, breasts pulled up, when he pulls out a small camera from his back pocket. Suddenly reality hits me. I am high as a kite, naked, cuffed and unable to get free; I’m standing in the shower of a near stranger in a foreign country and I am utterly powerless to resist him. He’s bigger than me, stronger, and sober. The fear hits me and my blood turns cold, I want to shout to him to say “No, stop” but the gag muffles the sound, and I realise just how helpless I am.

He sets up the camera and turns on the water, it is warm, and the thrumming on my skin sends the shivers down my spine again, and my head whirls at the feeling and I don’t know what i was thinking any more just oh that the warmth is so good dripping between my breasts and down my stomach and over my mound and his hands begin to soap my body first my shoulders and my back which is ecstasy but then up my stomach and over my breasts, which he kneads gently, rubbing tiny circles over my erect nipples and the pleasure of it makes me moan and roll my head from side to side. The suds are slippery on my skin, and he soaps all the way down one leg, and then the other, and then up to the top to massage my engorged pussy, and as soon as he touches me there I want to cry out but I can’t so I just rub myself against him, pushing back into his hand, grinding into him.

He pushes two of his fingers into my vagina, already wet and open for him, and my eyes roll back in my skull. I clench hard on him, wanting to pull him deeper inside me, and he fucks me gently for a few seconds before rubbing my clitoris with his thumb. This sends sparks all through my body, and the breath leaves me, my legs giving way, except that I can’t fall so I just dangle for a heartbeat, and his hand slides underneath me to my ass and runs circles around my sphincter and I feel the fear again and want to say nobody has ever touched me there before and to stop but the feeling is so so so creamy and gorgeous and i want to open up like a flower and be fucked in the ass and to be whipped and pinched and filmed and drenched in his cum and my cunt is on fire as my first orgasm hits and i can’t breathe and oh oh oh oh oh i am such a good girl.

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/7dsriv/the_blue_pill_mfsubncdrugs