Turns out withholding punishment is worse than withholding orgasms [MF]

I haven’t written about rough sex in a while. I got a little dark for a bit and had to pull back.

*All my normal disclaimers: this was consensual sex between two experienced people who had established safewords and boundaries.*

I used to practice BDSM with a guy for a while and got a wee bit addicted to getting punished. You would think the occasional free pass would be fun, but once you start going down the path of pain/pleasure combination, it’s hard to stop.

So yeah, he used to get mad if I orgasmed without his permission. He usually let me but one day I texted him to ask if I was allowed to get myself off and he said absolutely not.

I did anyway.

When I get home I wait for him to ask me about it but he is literally just cooking dinner like normal. Not only that, but he greets me with a smile and is weirdly talkative and playful.

*Our sex life actually doesn’t carry over very much to our friendship but I thought the point of him denying me was because I was about to be dom’d the fuck up.*

We sit down for dinner and he doesn’t even bring it up. He goes off about what he’s reading and tells me we need to go to this restaurant he heard about soon this weekend.

Finally I’m like, “Are you going to ask me?”

“Ask you what?”

My mouth falls open. Maybe he seriously forgot. “If I got myself off today.”

“Did you get yourself off today?”

“Yes.”

He looks amused but not angry. “I did too.”

I stare at him, utterly confused as I wait for his demeanor to change. It does not. He goes back to his chatty self. I can’t tell if this is a game and start getting nervous.

I’m so distracted I interrupt him. “Bro, you told me not to get myself off and I did anyway.”

“You basically ignore my rules 90% of the time so it’s not that shocking.”

“Yes, but you usually…” I wave my hand in the air for him to understand.

“I usually what?”

*Ok, he’s fucking with me.*

“You usually punish me.”

“Do you want to be punished, V?”

*Interesting question.*

“Um… no?”

*This is a game, right?*

He then jumps right back to our conversation.

After dinner he just does the dishes like this is totally normal. Meanwhile, I’m ringing my hands in anticipation.

When he’s done he kisses me quickly and asks if I want to play chess.

“Like sex chess where you punish me for winning?”

“Viola, do you want me to punish you?”

“Um… No.”

“Ok then.”

*What is happening?*

The entire time we’re playing chess I’m jumpy and weird. I’m so distracted he ALMOST beats me.

*He doesn’t though. I’m better than him.*

When I move to checkmate him he shrugs and studies the board. “I should have seen that.”

“You absolutely should have. It was an amateur loss.”

*Yes, I am being an asshole. I need this dude to get angry to turn.*

He flashes a mischievous smile. “You’re trying to make me mad.”

I shrug.

“Tell me why you’re trying to make me mad.”

I take a deep breath. “You know why.”

“Say it.” He’s a bit too giddy about this.

“Because… I want you to punish me.”

“Finally,” he moans as he pushes back from the table. He pulls me up by my hair and slams me over the table so hard I cry out. He pulls my skirt up and underwear down and puts three fingers inside me before I’m even wet. I cry out and he pushes me down with his other hand so I can’t move.

“You did all of this on purpose,” I complain as he holds his hand still to torment.

“Fuck yes I did. Do you know how hot it is for you to ask for it? I like remembering how sick you are.”

“Not as sick as you.”

He puts his mouth to my ear and whispers, “I’m not sure you’re in a position to fight me right now.”

“Fuck me,” I cry as his fingers move in and out of me slowly.

“You seriously think it’s going to be that easy?”

*Worth a shot.*

“What did you think about when you got yourself off?” He asks as he takes his fingers out and starts fondling my ass.

“You know what I thought about.”

“You thought about me,” he laughs.

“Yes,” I moan.

“Good girl. What was I doing?”

“Spanking me because I got myself off without your permission.”

*All very meta, actually.*

“Well that’s going to happen. Anything else?”

“Sucking you off and your cum on my face. You also called me a whore and told me I belonged on my knees.”

“Sometimes it scares me how good you are at this.”

“Sometimes it scares me too.”

“Count out loud.” He says as he rears his head back to spank me.

“Fine.”

He hits me hard and I squeal. “That one was for free,” he says. “Attitude check?”

“Yes sir.”

*fucking asshole.*

I count out loud as he spanks me eight times, growing in intensity with each hit. I’m crying by the end, but damn it if I’m not turned on.

He pulls me up by my hair and whispers, “Guess what, V?”

“What?” I moan.

“You belong on your knees like a whore.”

He pushes me down and tells me to unzip his pants and pull them down. I do and he makes me wait for a moment like that as he smiles.

“You’re going to suck me off now. You’re going to look at me while I do it and then I’m going to come on your face.”

“Yes sir.”

“And since you REALLY needed to get yourself off, that’s what you’re going to do now.”

*Well fuck.*

He shoves himself in my mouth so hard I almost choke and gasp for air when he pulls out.

“Touch yourself now before I spank you again. And you better get off before I do or I swear to god I’m going to make you wait for hours.”

*Welp, this will be a fun race. All those years if compulsive masturbation is really about to be put to the test.*

He grabs the back of my head and slams me down so hard I have to stretch my neck out and deep throat to take it. I am furiously playing with myself, trying to come but it’s distracting how hard he’s moving in and out of me.

He keeps going like that, in and out, occasionally pulling out completely and laughing when I gasp for air.

“You’re a fucking whore who loves sucking dick, right?”

I nod and he slams into me again. I also get really turned on when he calls me a whore so this is making my other activity taking place in between my legs much easier.

He notices.

“You really do like being called a whore.”

I nod.

“You are a fucking whore.”

*Well now I’m close to orgasm. Joke is on you, bro.*

“You’re getting close?” He asks as he slides all the way down my throat.

I nod.

“I am too so you better fucking hurry.”

Luckily I am on the edge and come shortly after he says it. He makes sure to push himself deep into my mouth as I do it so my moans are stifled.

The sight of me struggling is apparently enough for him as well because he pulls out of my mouth and comes on my face as he pulls my hair back

“Fuck you,” I gasp when he’s done and falls on all fours.

“I think you meant to thank me actually,” he smiles. “You fucking whore.”

Aaaaand he switches back. “We really should go to that restaurant this weekend.”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/t9xylj/turns_out_withholding_punishment_is_worse_than