My most degrading sex? [MF]

Someone asked me this on an AMA and it’s honestly hard for me to narrow down. I don’t want to brag but I’ve been degraded a bunch in bed.

I assume y’all already know who this story is going to be about. Lol. If not, he’s not hard to find on my profile.

Long story short, I dated a dude who loved to degrade me and I loved being degraded. We never dated because we both have issues and fueled certain unhealthy compulsions in each other, but it made for DAMN good sex.

*Btw, if you asked him, he’d say the same thing. We had to stop talking, but we still really care about each other and respect each other. That last aspect is important for y’all to know before we go into this story. Also, as always, we discussed everything before, after, and had a safe word.*

This tale needs some backstory. My apologies in advance.

When we went out, sometimes we’d intentionally fuck with each other. I once made out with a dude in front of him so he made out with that same guy moments later.

*oh yeah, we’re both bisexual. That’s a fun twist.*

On this particular night, I let a group of dudes buy me drinks when he was in the bathroom and started flirting one guy in particular. KO didn’t even approach me again and just texted “Stop being a slut.”

*This was a bit btw. We used to flirt with other people a lot when we went out. This story is part of why we had to stop.*

I texted back “Make me” and he told me I was just going to make things harder for myself.

I should probably note that we were in a country that’s not exactly known for safety, especially for women. The dude I was flirting with actually glimpsed the last text and got very nervous and kept asking if I needed help.

Finally, KO comes over to me and tells me it’s time to go. The guy who just bought me drinks is understandably nervous about this encounter and keeps asking if I know him.

I say I don’t.

Fuck, this pisses off KO to no end. “I have her number in my phone. She’s practically my girlfriend. She’s trying to make me mad.”

“Let me see your latest texts,” random bar dude says.

I laugh because his latest text says he’s about to “destroy my ass.” He can’t show this dude anything.

I’m highly entertained by this… that is until Bar Dude puts his hand on my ass. KO’s face changes.

*ehhhh, I should probably mention KO is huge and ex military with PTSD. I get scared.*

“Get your hands off her,” he says.

“She doesn’t want to leave with you, dude.”

“Whoa! Whoa!” I say as I try to put space in between them. “I do! We live together. I’m so sorry. I’m his girlfriend.”

Bar Dude tries to put his arm around me and KO punches him.

*Ok, this was slightly hot but he sometimes scared me in situations like this. Ironically, he never scared me during sex.*

We are swiftly kicked out of the bar. KO will not look at me, talk to me, or acknowledge my presence. He even walks half a block behind me as we make our way home.

Finally, when we get into the elevator I try to apologize and he holds up a hand and says he needs a minute. I rarely see him like this and am trying really hard not to flip out.

The second my apartment door closes behind us, he turns me around and picks me up so that my legs are fully wrapped around him. He slams me into the wall and starts pulling at my clothing. He’s inside of me in like 3 seconds flat and fucks me so hard and fast I barely even have time to react.

“I’m close,” he announces within seconds. “I’m sorry. I need it.”

*He almost always makes sure I come first… except for these moments. Again, sometimes I worried about him- not because I was at all afraid of him hurting me but because he needed sex too much when he was upset.*

So, he comes and then just lays us both on the floor of my living room. We’re just panting, half naked.

“I’m so sorry,” I finally say.

“It’s not your fault. That guy was a prick.”

“Are you ok?”

“Just pissed.”

I let that sit between us for a bit. “… You want to take it out on me?”

Finally, I see him smile. He’s back. “I don’t think you want that. You’ve never seen me fuck this angry.”

“I want to though.”

*Oh young V and KO. One day you will both learn to go to therapy instead of fucking each other silly.*

“Lay back, open your legs, don’t touch yourself.”

I did. He just kind of stares up my skirt as he strokes himself. “You know why I have to get myself off again?”

“Why?” I ask. It’s very hard not to touch myself right then. I liked seeing him like this. It was hot.

“Because when I fuck you, I want it to take so long you’re raw and begging me to stop. Plus, I have plans.”

“Can I touch myself?”

“Fuck no. Sit there just like that.”

I did. It was hard. He was on his knees, staring down at me, jerking off with the most intense stare I’ve ever seen.

“How do you feel on display like this?”

“Vulnerable. A little self conscious.”

“Good.”

He let his cum drip onto the floor after he orgasmed and smiled at me.

“Get on your hands and knees and lick it up.”

*I almost got a perfect score on the LSAT and was in the damn Fulbright program… was I seriously about to lick cum off the floor? Yes.*

So yeah, I got on my hands and knees, crawled to him, and licked his cum off the floor. He pushed my head into the ground as I did it and told me I was a slut. I was pretty enthusiastic in this act so he called me I was a whore for enjoying it. He told me I was about to have his cum all over me if I didn’t behave.

When I was done, he held me in that position for a while. He stood up and circled me a few times as I kept my head to the floor.

“Alright. Crawl to your bedroom, undress, bend over your desk, and wait for me.”

I did not hesitate. I scrambled to the bedroom and was naked and bent over in less than sixty seconds.

However, he took his time. I just stayed like that as he made me wait for about ten minutes. I should also note I was very turned on by now and really needed to get off.

He was not the only one with sexual impulses.

He finally came into my room and sat on my bed, staring at me like he was almost bored.

“Please,” I finally whispered.

“Please what?”

“You have to let me get off.”

“I don’t have to do anything and this isn’t for you. This is for me.”

“Please,” I said again.

“What are you willing fo do for it?”

“Anything.”

Anything is an interesting proposition when you’re fucking a potentially sadistic sex addict who you just invited to use your body to take out his anger. I started shaking at his smile.

“Get yourself off then, but just know I’m going to do things to you while you do it.”

*Fair.*

I moved my hands between my legs and very quickly tried to get myself off. He saw my efforts. “Slower,” he said. I moved my fingers slowly.

For a while he stayed like that, just staring at me as I touched myself, naked and bent over my desk. He got up, moved behind me, and spanked TF out of me. It was almost enough to get me to stop. Almost.

“You like that?” He asked.

“Yes,” I answered. TBH, I always did.

“Ask for it again.”

“Please spank me.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m a whore who is getting myself off.”

He spanked me. “Good girl,” he said.

I sped up my hands so he sped up the hits. By the time I got off I was yelping in pain every time his hand made contact.

When I was done he bent over me and momentarily broke character. I love when he did that. He weaved one hand into mine and put the other in between my legs. He circled me gently. “Sometimes this is all I think about, V,” he said. “I fucking love how your body responds to me.”

I moaned. He was right. I was exhausted but I was already wet again at his touch. He stroked my hair for a bit. He could be sweet when he wanted to.

He snapped back and pushed my head into the desk. He whispered into my ear “I’m going to fuck you now and you’re going thank me for it.”

I nodded.

He went to the side table and pulled out a butt plug. He spit on his before pushing it in me. He didn’t wait for me to adjust and it hurt like hell for a solid ten seconds.

*Once again, we had a safeword I could have used.*

He held my back down with one hand as I squirmed and he told me I had to take it because I was a whore. When he finally went inside of me, I cannot describe how tight and full I was from the double penetration.

Unfortunately for me, I came again very quickly. I say unfortunately because although it felt amazing, he was far from climax.

And that’s when he started talking.

He told me I was his. He told me he could fuck me any way I wanted. He told me if I ever looked at another guy again he would make me beg for his dick for days. He told me he was going to tie me up and use me however he wanted. He told me if I dared let another man touch me again he would fuck me until I was raw.

Then he made me thank him. He made me thank him for fucking him and beg him to continue. He asked if it hurt and I said yes and then thanked him for punishing me.

I was getting raw btw. I usually stay wet but he took forever. He actually saw my grimace and broke character to ask if I needed to stop. I was tempted because I was afraid we were doing actual damage but he told me he was close so I let him keep going.

Finally, after twenty solid minutes of fucking, he slammed into me a final few times and came as he called me a whore.

I’ve never been so grateful for cum inside of me.

It was actually one of the few times I bled from sex, which he apologized profusely for when he pulled out and helped me clean up.

“That was the best sex I’ve ever had,” I said when we finally rolled into bed.

“There is something deeply wrong with you and I love it.”

So yeah, I THINK that was the most degrading sex I ever had.

There are a lot of ways to unpack this story and I’m not blind to the problematic elements of using sex to cope with other stresses of life. However, although I saw a lot of aspects to our relationship as unhealthy, I actually never considered our sex life one of them.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/rul2u2/my_most_degrading_sex_mf