First time fucking the dude who taught me BDSM [FM]

*Disclaimer: this story was by popular request because a lot of y’all were like, “How the fuck did this happen to you?” As such, I’m telling it the long way to be true to the narrative. That’s why I’ve had to write to write this in multiple parts and pages. Forgive the novella but at least this one is like 90% actual sex. Enjoy*

This is kind of part 3 in that’s it’s a continuation of how I got into a relationship like this, but you don’t necessarily have to read my last two posts to get it. Basically what you need to know is I met a person and we hit it off as friends. We hooked up pretty quickly but had not actually fucked. He then told me I had to wait for it and was not allowed to get myself off before we finally I had sex because he wanted it to be mind blowing.

I did not do well in this scenario.

The morning after we hooked up I woke up going a bit crazy. The moment he opened his eyes I slid my hand into his pants and watched his face light up. “You’re welcome to do that, but you realize I’m not going to get you off in return, right?”

“Let’s just fuck!” I protested. “I’m going insane.”

*I want to reiterate this was a very consensual scenario. Could I have gotten myself off right then? Hell yeah. I have a vibrator and very little shame. However, when he told me he would make me wait to fuck him if I did that, I believed him. I was very slowly starting to understand that he was actually crazy and I was into this.*

Naturally, I pulled my hand away and raised my middle finger. He announced he was going to shower so I said I was going to join him. I really thought this would excite him but I would categorize his expression as only mildly amused.

Showering together was a bad idea.

Keep in mind, he had gotten off twice in the past twelve hours while I was growing more desperate. He also had a body that looked fucking photoshopped that I was seeing naked for the first time in the light of day. The damn bastard knew it too. He caught me looking and laughed when I had to shut my mouth.

Without saying anything, he came over and started undressing me. Every single time part of his hand touched my body I had to bite my cheek to keep from shuddering. When he got on his knees and pulled my pants down, my head swirled and I let out a pretty audible whimper. He removed my underwear with his mother fucking teeth.

I cannot tell you how hard I begged him to fuck me then. He stayed on the floor, smiling up at me and laughed as I grew more desperate. Finally, he just responded with a shake of his head.

The shower was pretty fucking rough, mostly because he was hard from the moment we got in and I could feel myself pulsating between my legs in agony. By the time he started washing me, I was actually on the edge of coming. He saw my expression and took his hands away.

“There is something wrong with you,” I said.

“You truly have no idea.”

When I looked down and saw how hard he was, I don’t know how to explain the churn in my stomach. It almost brought me to the floor. “I think it’s time for me to get off again,” he announced.

“This is fucked up.”

“You can stop it at anytime.”

I did not. He told me I could leave or stay, but he had rules if I was going to watch. Mainly, he told me he didn’t trust me not to create some sort of friction while he did it so I had to get on my knees, spread my legs, and put my hands where he could “see them.”

Oh and he was going to come on my face. NBD.

So yes, that is how I ended up on the knees of my shower as this man I had met a week ago jerked off in front of me. What was more pathetic was that the entire time I kept begging him to just fuck me. He said, “You have to wait for it, you fucking whore,” right as he came on face.

*And thus would start a long and beautiful trend of him calling me a whore.*

We played chess that morning. I’m not sure if you’ve ever played chess while sexually frustrated, but that queen is a little whore who definitely likes it dirty… or so that’s what my sex brain was telling me. I also destroyed him which gave me the smallest hint of satisfaction.

Afterward, I was losing it a bit. I tried to read but couldn’t concentrate. I had five cups of coffee just to feel something. At one point I literally started pacing around the room trying to think of anything but fucking him and almost couldn’t breathe. For the first time he looked slightly sympathetic as I slammed my hands in the table when I felt myself involuntarily tighten when I saw him staring.

He suggested we go get lunch and I suggested we fuck.

“We have to get lunch first,” he said.

“I cannot get lunch. I can’t do anything. I’m fairly certain I’d come if I sat on a wooden bench right now.”

“We need to go out to eat.”

“I can’t eat. I have to get off. I have to soon. Please just fuck me. Please, I just need-“

“-I cannot fuck you yet.”

“Fuck you and this game. I can’t do it anymore. I’m actually begging you to end this.”

“I can’t yet.”

“WHY?”

“VIOLA!” He finally cut me off. “I am going to fuck you, damn it. I cannot do it yet because we haven’t talked about boundaries. We cannot do that here when you’re this sexually charged. We have to go out in public so you can calm down. I don’t want to manipulate your limits…”

*Oh*

“…I made a mistake,” he continued. “I’ve never seen anyone break this quickly, but you’re going insane and we need to go into public so you can recalibrate. Does that make sense?”

*Oh.*

“Yes… that makes sense.”

He leaned back and smiled at me. “Do you need me to get you off?”

This gave me pause. Because yes. But I had also made it really far and was a tad fascinated by what was about to happen.

I ended up just gawking at him instead.

“I could go down on you,” he suggested.

In a true showing of strength on my part, I finally shook my head.

“Are you sure?” He smiled. “I’m REALLY good at it.”

“No.”

“I’m really looking forward to it, by the way. I thought of licking you when I was getting off earlier..”

This invoked a whimper as I grabbed the edge of the table and gave him a horrified look.

“That part was for me,” he laughed.

*Dude, fuck this asshole.*

So that is how I ended up in a very conservative area of a very conservative part of the world, smoking hookah and talking about how I’d put fisting in my “hard limits” category.

*I once took a pledge to wait until marriage. My life has taken many turns.*

It took a while to ease into this serious of a talk. I’d never had a conversation quite this transactional about sex. He talked about it like we were planning a vacation and trying to decide between Hawaii or Aspen. It was just very matter-of-fact.

At one point I asked if he’d still be able to fuck me considering how often he had gotten off in the past 24 hours which is when I learned he could, in fact, get off ten times a day. “I’m actually going to have to get off again before we have sex or I’ll come too soon, especially after this conversation.”

*Aaaaaaand, I’m wet again. Thanks asshole.*

“So you’ve never been told you couldn’t orgasm before?” He asked.

I explained I had an ex girlfriend who liked to control how I came, but she never made me wait longer than a few minutes.

He told me he couldn’t figure me out because one moment I would seem naive and the next I’d be describing sex like I knew more than him.

*I did not know more than him. I’m just a writer.*

“Is that how it usually goes?” I asked.

“What?”

“Withholding?”

“God no! I’ve never seen anyone break as fast as you did. I’ve had people go *days.* you didn’t even make it twelve hours. Your sex drive is crazy high.”

*Yeah, fuck you too.*

He apologized and said we should have had this conversation earlier and that in the future I should probably “safeword” a situation like that before having a near breakdown. He overestimated my experience by quite a bit.

*Why am I including this? Because rough sex usually starts like this. In my last post I cried, in this one I was close to hyperventilating. It’s really, really important to have conversations and understand that even learning your own limits can take time.*

So that is when we established safewords, safe signals, and hard limits. We went through birth control, STD tests, and past experiences that were less than idea in bed. That’s when we discussed what he could call me, what I liked in bed, what he preferred, and how we both wanted it.

It was weirdly diplomatic, despite the fact that I was sex deprived and having a very difficult time not deep throating my hookah.

I was tight by the end, not because of the conversation per say, but because I was fairly certain we were finally about to fuck. He had *that* look.

On the walk home he managed to quickly squeeze my ass and wink at me. That sent me into a fucking head spin which he very much enjoyed watching.

“One day, I’m going to pull a toy inside you and make you walk all over this city.”

*He did indeed.*

“Are you going to fuck me now?” I asked when we got into my apartment and closed the door.

“Romance is really dead, huh?”

“This is like my fourth time trying to seduce me so I’d say it’s your turn.”

I did not have to ask him twice. He picked me up, took me into the bedroom, and threw me onto the bed.

*And this began the first of many times he would carry me to various places and throw me down. I don’t want to brag, but he manhandled TF out of me.*

“I’m not kidding when I say I have to get off first,” he told me. “I’m not going to last if I fuck you right now.”

“I do not care.” I was already undressing and pulling at his belt.

He pinned my hands down to the mattress with his own and smiled at me. “I’m not punishing you. I want to make you feel good and I can’t do that if I last two seconds. It’s been hard for me not to fuck you.”

*Seriously? The fucking nerve of this ass.*

“Alright,” I finally sighed. “Let me suck you off the .”

So once again I was on my knees, fully preparing for the same mouth fucking as the night before. That did not happen.

I licked him twice and barely even had him in my mouth before I heard, “I’m about to come. Holy shit.”

*Holy shit he was not kidding.*

I gaped at him. “That was like two seconds.”

“We just spent and hour talking about sex! Do you know what that did to me?”

*Well I do now…*

He went on. “It almost sounds like you’re making fun of me though…”

*Fuck.*

He smiled. “Oh it’s going to be fun to make you pay.”

When he pulled me back into bed at first he just undressed me very, very slowly. Every time I’d try to speed up he’d hold me down and shake his head.

*I was DYING btw. If he had told me to get off by slapping my pussy I probably would have tried.*

When his hands moved to my breasts, I finally found an opening to pull at his hair. He immediately grabbed my arm and slammed it back on to the mattress.

“Do you want me to fuck you or not?”

“Yes please.”

“Then leave your damn hands here, you fucking whore or I will tie you up.”

I left my hands above my head.

When he started kissing down my neck and his mouth reached my breasts, my whole body was convulsing.

“Dude, please fuck me.”

“I’m getting there, damn it. Has anyone ever told you you’re impatient?”

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re a sadist?”

*Btw, I would come to find out later he hated that word.*

At that, he finally slipped a finger inside of me and I arched my back and yelled at the sensation. I was so fucking tight I could have come right then.

Fuck, his fingers felt good.

There was always a switch that happened at some point when we were fucking where we stopped being the same versions of ourselves. In real life we were goofy and *occasionally* almost sweet. That was not who we were in bed. There was always a moment when I saw his face change and knew things were about to get interesting.

*I fucking love sex, y’all. It’s fascinating. It’s the best drug in the world.*

When he curled his fingers inside of me and watched my body pull toward him, he used a hand to push me back into the mattress.

“Do you know why I’m fingering you, V?”

I shook my head.

“Because I want you tight when I fuck you. So stop thinking this is for you.”

*Why was that so hot?*

“I’m going to come if you keep going,” I whispered.

He responded by flipping me over and literally putting me across his lap. He started playing with my ass and talking about how hard he was going to fuck me.

“Fuck me now,” I was pleading.

“I’m not done playing with you.”

“Just duck me!” I was getting close to orgasm without friction.

*I can very rarely come by mental stimulation alone. It’s a fun party trick.*

He moved a hand under my stomach and moved me to all fours as he got behind me. He whispered in my ear, “Don’t ever tell me what to do again.”

I wanted to cry when I thought he was going to continue with foreplay, but thank god he finally slammed into me.

Holy shit, the release. It was like taking that first breath after surfacing from a dive. My whole body tightened and then relaxed into oblivion.

Sex has never really taken me out of my body, but this is the closest I’ve come to that feeling people describe. I was mentally still there, but I had lost control of everything physically.

I am not totally sure the sounds that came out of my body. I know I screamed. I know at one point I yelled, “Fuck you!” because he pulled my hair and dared me to say that again. That’s also when I realized he had my head pulled back with my hair.

“You’re going to come for me like this,” he told me.

*No shit, bro. You’re railing TF out of me.*

When he pushed my head down and into the mattress, I realized just how hard he was fucking me. He had to put his arm in front of my shoulder to keep me sliding off the damn bed.

My stomach did a flip as I felt myself building. I don’t think I realized how hard I was tightening until I heard him say, “Oh fuck! Holy shit,” from behind me. He squeezed my ass so hard I’d have a bruise later and with his other hand buried me deeper into my mattress.

“Time to come around me,” he tried to say, but his voice broke as I reached climax.

I came fucking hard. Like my whole body trembled, I screamed his name, and couldn’t breathe, kind of hard. My body was convulsing, but he held me in place as he continued to fuck me. I had to bite the sheets to muffle my scream and cried when I finally felt the final burst.

He didn’t stop fucking me but did slow down as he very gently continued to push in and out.

“Holy shit,” he whispered.

“Holy shit,” I said back. My hands were shaking as I tried to move, but he put his fingers over mine to keep me in place.

“We’re not done fucking, V.”

I groaned.

“That’s not even close to the last time you come.”

“I can’t keep going.”

He flipped me over and slipped back inside me. “I’m going to fuck you until I come and then some, do you understand?”

“Fine.”

He grabbed my face so I was looking at him. “Excuse me?”

“Yes, fuck me until you come and then some.”

“Tell me I can use you how I want.”

“You can use me how you want.”

“Tell me I can come where I want.”

“You can come where you want.”

“You want my cum on you, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

He started speeding up, pounding into me again. I’m going to be honest, I was kind of shocked he could even keep going.

I would later find out his dirty talk in this session was relatively tame, but he really started turning it up. He moved my head to the side and told me not to even look at him as he moved his mouth to my ear. He told me I was an impatient, ungrateful little whore who was about to learn exactly what it means to be deprived. He reminded me that I had begged for this and told me he was going to fuck me until his dick was all I could think about.

*NGL, this was hot.*

He told me to come and I told him I didn’t think I could again. He pulled my hair and informed me that if he told me come I would come. I said I’d try and he said that wasn’t good enough.

He took himself out of me, put his hands on my chest, and squeezed my nipples so hard it brought tears to my eyes.

That is when he informed me he could make my body do what he wanted.

*Oh shit. Lol. Ok.*

He moved his head between my legs and went fucking hard with his tongue. Holy shit, he found my clit right away and did not let up.

*He wasn’t lying. He was good at this.*

I put my hand in his hair and push him deeper into me. When I was close I told him and I hear him mumble, “Yeah, you better fucking be.”

When I come I try to hide my face with a pillow but he reaches up and pulls it away. That’s the last time I ever try to cover my face when I orgasm with him again. I quickly learn he doesn’t like that.

He takes his time coming back up to meet my mouth, kissing and biting me gently along the way.

I beg him to keep fucking me then. He throws a hand over my mouth and tells me he’ll fuck me if and how he wants to. Still, he goes back inside me and slams hard and slow. When he pulls me into his lap so I’m straddling him, he puts one of my breasts in his mouth and bites down. That brings me close again.

*I think at the time I had never come more than two times with men, and even that was rare. This is another reason for cliteral orgasms- it makes it easier to fuck again.*

I tell him I’m getting close and he wraps one arm around me and uses my hair to hold me in place with the other. He moves me to the rhythm he wants as I rub myself back and forth on him.

“I’m going to come inside you,” he tells me,
“and you’re going to take it because you’re my little whore.”

*Ehhhh, we had just met but I probably was at that point.*

I came before him as he bit down again on my breast. I clawed at his back until I finally heard him groan and come inside me.

*Damn, if you made it this far in the story I’m impressed. This was a lot of fucking.*

So yeah, aftercare can look like a lot of things. For us it usually involved clean up, cuddling, and discussion of what we liked and disliked during the actual fucking.

That time though? I just fell asleep because fuck me if I wasn’t sated.

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