My first time with consensual non-consent

I couldn’t believe I could have this power over another human being. The thrill of their body tensing up, resisting me, and me shoving a hand into their back forcing them onto the mattress. A soft plea escapes. “No, please… .stop. I’ve never done this before.” I pause for just a moment, my mind snapping at me that this wasn’t right. But it only takes just a moment for me to realize. That wasn’t the safe word. A devilish grin spreads across my face as I force my hand harder into their shoulder blades and force my dick in even further.

Let me back up, because this may not be what it seems.

My name is Cara. I’m 28, and like most late millennials, I’m in therapy. I’ll spare you the details, but I think we’re close to finally getting past some things in my past. Recently we’ve been talking about reclaiming my power, and retelling my story. Part of that has been reclaiming my sexual identity in a light that puts me in power. With no men in sight and the post-covid world being quite stifling for meeting new people I was a little stuck. Not exactly fertile ground to practice my newfound mindset.

I was explaining this to my best friend Alex over some takeout last week, and he had an idea. First off…. No. Things aren’t a possibility with Alex. He’s a good friend, but we’ve never slept together. Friends. Anyways Alex mentioned a local kink community that he somehow heard about from one of the dark corners of reddit. It took some convincing to even consider it as he showed me the private discord group that he’d just been admitted to.

Alex was looking for a man, and although I thought it strange that a regular gay relationship would need to be found on local kink community, welcome to the Midwest.

I didn’t really know what I was looking for, but we decided to go to a meet up, hoping that I wouldn’t regret it. And thankfully, I didn’t. The guest speaker was specifically trained in power play, and luckily I was able to pick her brain for a minute. As Alex and I peppered her with questions, me hoping to find out how to be more dominant and Alex hoping to find out how to be more submissive, I could see the light switch turn on in her head.

“Nope it’s not like that” I started and before I could finish she cut me off with “why not?”. And while we both rattled off perfectly good reasons, those two words rattled around my head for the next two days. “Why not?”

Fast forward back to me and Alex, in my house, both of us after two big glasses of wine, and I was sticking my dildo dick in his ass. It was a strap-on of course, and it came in very discreet packaging. Alex and I had decided to try it, but only after a good bit of convincing from me. We decided that he would work on being more submissive so that he could find the right man, and that I would be more dominant, but I realized that I didn’t need to be just dominant… If I was really reclaiming my power I would need to be aggressive.

We both looked into a couple ideas for consensual non-consent and how that might play out. As we searched I could tell Alex became more excited and intrigued by the idea, and I realized that I might enjoy it too. This was becoming so much more than just a therapy assignment.

I’ve never used a strap-on before, nor have I ever been in this position, but I was beginning to feel the power of it, the intrigue. After a generous amount of lube and one final adjustment of the straps around my hips I pushed inside of him feeling him resist and stretch and cringe.

“No please… Stop. I’ve never done this before.” But I knew that that was part of it, I quickly remembered that that was not our safe word. Mango habanero, by the way. I shoved my hand between his shoulder blades pinning him to the mattress I push my dick in even further. He starts to moan.

I knew that moans meant pleasure, so I realized I needed to step things up a notch. I reached one perfectly manicured hand forward to grab the back of his hair, gripped as tight as I could and yanked the next time I thrusted. This time his moan seemed more… Weak, feeble, submissive.

With one hand gripping the back of his medium length hair I put the other around his waist to feel his hips and pull him closer into me as I started to gyrate my own. The increase in rhythm not only seemed to be having effects on him, but the soft padded backing of the dildo rubbed over me, putting just enough pressure to cause excitement growing within me. I slipped one hand from around his waist to push further until I found him. His cock was swollen, and bouncing between his legs with each of my pumps.

Every moan forced more pressure, and every sigh of relief built rhythm. I could tell he was getting close, so I pushed harder and faster and deeper. In a surreal moment right as he was reaching climax I reached my other hand around to find his mouth, the only thing I could think of doing that would be more degrading was to fish hook him. So I stuck one finger in his cheek and yanked his face to the side. To my utter shock instead of forcing our safe word the moans that rolled from his chest indicated that he was about to climax. I took my hand from his hair and reached around to grab his throbbing penis, and with only a stroke or two he finished there in my hands. I gripped his cock as tightly as I could and forced my plastic dick inside of him three more times.

I knew that he had finished, his thick semen spilled over my hands and onto the towels that we had prepared. But I still wasn’t there, I hadn’t reached my climax. So in a fit of rage, (or was it jealousy?) I grabbed his shoulders and forced him again onto the bed face up this time.

“I’m going to smother you until I come. ” And even as the words left my mouth I wondered about our relationship after this. I quickly unstrapped my prosthetic penis, and equally fast unclasped the lacy bra I’d chosen. Alex didn’t even have a moment to argue before I sat on his face, My juicy lips quickly finding his mouth. My hands instinctively found their way to my breasts kneading and pulling to coax the pleasure that I was feeling in my waist.

“I can’t breathe!” He gasped as my juicy cunt rolled across his mouth. I paused for just half a beat before grinding even harder on his face. I only needed to allow Alex one break before my rocking hips pulled me slowly and kindly into orgasm. My thighs shook around his head rewarding him for the work he’d done.

We eventually rolled onto the bed both too exhausted to move both thrilled with the new possibilities that lay ahead of us. We both did end up finding partners, both good men. I don’t think we ever told either of them about our encounter that day.

I did tell my therapist, who seems surprised. I guess that wasn’t what everybody else did… I don’t know. Either way I didn’t need to see him much longer I now know how to claim the power that I need.

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