A couple of y’all asked me about this because I’ve mentioned I’ve been into CNC. I will deliver because I’ve had some great consensual non-consensual sex, but I am not going to do it without a few healthy disclaimers and advice.
First off, do not jump into this. CNC takes more than your average safe words and signals. It requires more than just trusting your partner. It can bring up shit on both sides. The first time my partner and I really got into it, it actually deeply affected him more than me. Make an aftercare plan.
So I dated a guy for a while and then we moved to different places. We’d regularly Skype or sext for years after and sometimes visit each other. Bro, we had some weird ass sex that got rough. I dare say we were pretty close to CNC during some of our sessions. We got even fucking weirder when we weren’t in person.
*Which is natural. It’s much easier to write kinky things out. Some of it got so weird though I really can’t even write it on here. I tried and I just could not put it in a context that doesn’t make us sound like psychopaths.*
He once told me I wasn’t allowed to get off until I wrote him an erotic story about the two of us. Usually when I did this for him I’d get so dark we could never possibly have tried it in real life.
*Like… sex slave stuff.*
In this particular story, I wrote about me crying as he held me down and forced me to fuck him. I went into crazy detail about how I’d beg him to stop and he’d say no and tell me to take it.
It took him a very long time to write back. I saw those three dots appear and disappear several times before he finally said, “I think that’s doable.”
*Holy shit.*
I actually got really excited and said I was down. He told me to think about it for a while. He was flying to see me that next week and said we needed to talk before trying that.
*At the time I didn’t really get why. We had done super weird shit in bed and he was very naturally dominate. He made me do degrading shit all the time. I understand his hesitation now.*
When he flew in I gave him road head. We then proceeded to fuck all over my apartment for three hours.
*So you know, it took a while to get to that talk.*
When we went out to dinner I ordered wine and he immediately took away the glass. “We’re not drinking tonight,” was all he said.
*NGL, that was usually was a good thing. We wouldn’t have rough sex unless I was totally sober. I got really excited at what was in store.*
“So it’s one of THOSE nights then?” I smiled.
“Calm down, V.”
“So… we going to act out my story?”
He considered this for a very long time. “I don’t know how I feel about it.”
“What? Bro how many times have you called me a whore and spanked me? It’s just role play.”
“It’s different.”
“How?”
“Because making you beg for it is different than making you beg me not to.”
*I’m going to skip this part a little even though I swore I wouldn’t. It’s just really personal. We both had some sexual assault shit in our past and he was understandably concerned. We talked through it. Basically we said we would try it with the absolute understanding that if ANY feelings came up we’d stop immediately. I’m stubborn about safewords and he made me swear I wouldn’t hesitate with this one.*
He drove back and was pretty quiet.
“You ok bro?” I asked.
“I’m hard.”
“Oh.”
“I’m hard thinking of forcing you, and that’s a lot to unpack.”
“Dude, we don’t have to do this.”
His face changed.
*I’ve written about this before but his face changed during sex and it fucking fascinated me.*
“Oh, I think I’ll decide what you have to do from now on.”
*Cool we’re doing this.*
When we got back to my place he stopped the car and stared at me for a while.
“You promise to safeword me?”
“Yes.”
He grabbed my hair and pulled me towards him. I screamed and told him to stop. He told me to fuck off and dragged me out of the car.
“Walk,” he told me.
I tried to run away but he grabbed my hair tighter and bent me over the front of the car. “Are you going to walk or am I going to have to drag you all the way?”
“I’ll walk,” I mumbled.
“What was that?”
“I’ll walk!”
He marched me into my house and immediately pushed me onto my living room floor. I kicked him and tried to get away. He VERY easily overpowered me. He grabbed my leg and pulled me towards him before pushing me back on the ground.
He pushed my head to the floor. “I don’t want to hurt you. You’re going to fuck me either way so you can be good and take it or make me make you.”
“Fuck you,” I screamed.
*Interestingly enough, I was crying already. This shit is emotional, dude.*
He pushed my head into the floor. “Tell me you fucking want it.”
“No.”
“That’s too bad then, isn’t it?”
He pushed my skirt up and stuck his hand in between my legs. I was struggling beneath him and it was making it hard for him to keep me down. His hand went to my throat.
“Either I can hurt you and then fuck you, or you can be good while I fuck you. Either way you’re getting fucked tonight.”
“Please stop,” I cried.
He actually stopped and looked at me for a bit. “Do you have a word for me?”
“If you ever actually get into my pants you’d see I’m wet right now.”
He smiled briefly and then kept going. “Are you going to be good?” He asked.
“Fuck you.”
He grabbed my neck again so I couldn’t move. “You’re only going to make it worse for yourself.”
He held my neck so tight and put his face to mine. Finally I just gave him a very small nod. He reached his hand between my legs and fully ripped off my panties. Like ribbed them in half.
He shoved two fingers inside of me. I yelled and begged for him to stop.
“For someone who doesn’t want it, you’re pretty fucking wet right now. Say you want it.”
“No.”
He shoved my face deeper into the floor. I reached up and scratched his face.
“You’re going to fucking pay for that.”
He flipped me over. I tried to crawl away and he pulled my hair and spanked me so hard I let out a yelp of pain.
“Fuck you,” I screamed.
“I don’t want to hit you again. I want you to be good and take it.”
“No!”
He spanked me again. “Please,” I cried.
“Either way you’re getting fucked so just be good and take it.”
I finally just nodded my head. I felt him unbuckle his belt and pull his pants down.
“I fucking hate you,” I cried as he slammed into me.
“I don’t care.”
He really, REALLY slammed into me then and I screamed.
“You know what I think? I think you fucking want this.”
“Fuck you.”
“You keep saying that but you’re so fucking tight right now. I also bet you’re going to come, you fucking whore.”
“No, I’m not!” I cried.
*Of course I was. He was railing me hard AF.*
“I’m going to fuck you until you come so you might as well do it.”
“Fuck,” I cried. I was having a hard time talking at this point. He was going so hard I could barely breath.
“You’re a fucking slut who loves it. Come around my dick so it will feel better for me.”
I started crying as I could feel myself getting close. He kept going. “I want you to scream when you come. If not I’ll spank you again.”
“No!” I cried. He gave my ass a smack which made me yell. It also took me over the edge and I screamed as I came. Oddly enough I screamed his name, which was involuntarily.
He finished and pulled out of me slowly.
*I usually don’t go into aftercare but I’m not cutting it out this time.*
I was actually ok. I kind of shrugged it off honestly. Like the moment we were done I tried to get up and grab tea but he pulled me back onto the floor to hold me like that. He was crying.
“Was that like not hot for you?” I finally asked.
“No it really was… I just need a moment.”
The truth was he had a flash of someone really doing that to me and it made him emotional. We talked about that for a long time. I told him playing this out actually made me feel better. It’s how I generally feel when I sub: when I’m the one who decides to be out of control, it’s actually empowering. This was one of our longest aftercare sessions which is still interesting to me, and we ended up fucking again on the floor all sweet-like.
CNC is cool. I like it. It’s been weirdly therapeutic for me. However, it is a different experience than I expected.
I’m not going to end this one with something cute. Just practice safe sex in every way.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/sgtc47/experimenting_with_cnc_mf
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>I told him playing this out actually made me feel better. It’s how I generally feel when I sub: when I’m the one who decides to be out of control, it’s actually empowering.
This part in particular reminds me of what Tori Black said in one of her earlier works, “they did not make submit, I submitted,” so I kinda understand how you managed to shrug off what just happened as compared to him. But as a dude, I can see why he was hesitant about doing this, given that you have said in previous posts that he really is afraid of hurting you, it makes sense how he got emotional about it. But all in all glad you still managed to talk things through. Always make safety a priority kids!
About aftercare, what is it exactly? Why should you do it? When do you do it? How do you do it? Where do you do it? Ever thought about making a separate post about aftercare like what you did with giving head and anal?
For a moment I thought CNC as in met machining
This is good shit to post because it delves so much into the actual surroundings of kink sex. Moreover, I think it’s put me off the idea of potentially trying CNC. Don’t think I’ll actually consider it for a few years now, at least
I had a very light verson of CNC with a FWB once and quite enjoyed it. I’m often curious about having a more challenging session like yours, but am not sure if I’m emotionally built for it. Kudos to you guys.
If it’s not too personal: do you and your hubby ever have CNC sessions?
This is SO well written! Thanks for actually showing some realness about safety (physical AND emotional) with this kind of play 👏