[FF] I (27f) don’t even know what to call this week, but me and my domme-y gf (33f) basically took turns destroying each other.

FULL DISCLOSURE this story is LONG. Some people might say that this is actually like…5 stories in one. I, however, would argue that this was really just a week-long sexcapade occasionally interrupted by life.

So me and my GF have been exploring a new kink of hers. She likes it when I talk about how chubby she is – she said she’s been embarrassed to tell anyone before this, so she has a lot of excitement about this pent up. I can turn her into a dripping wet mess just by describing her round, wide, chubby ass, or her thick thighs or her ample breasts or well-fed tummy. She likes being called plump and fat, too, and I’ve been able to drive her into a frenzy recently by talking to her about her body like this while scratching her back or rubbing her ass. She literally goes wild for it. So at the start of this week, last Sunday, I basically sucked her soul out through her fat, round, juicy tits. We had to take breaks because the orgasms would get so intense she would get dizzy. I would overwhelm her with orgasms, then hold her close to me and talk her through everything she was feeling for 10-15 minutes when she would be ready for the next orgasmic assault on her sanity. It was delicious – I’ve never seen her so aroused in my life, and I was loving it. I’d play with her nipples while I talked to her about how much I love her plump, soft body until she’d throw her head back into the pillow, flush red, and grab onto the bed sheets for dear life. I felt SO good being able to bring her that pleasure, and knowing she trusted me enough to explore such a sensitive kink with her was also really rewarding.

That all happened on Sunday. It took her a few days to regain her senses, but by Wednesday she had gathered herself up. She asked if I wanted to go to the bedroom with her. I had already taken an edible maybe 45 minutes prior (4/20 babyyyyy), so I was now living my best life as the insatiable gay idiot I was born to be. I needed no further encouragement. We went back, and I let her undress me. When I get high on Indica I can get very sensitive to touch, but Sativa makes me crazy horny and AND sensitive to touch, and I’d just had a Sativa so I was ready to get fucked into the mattress. The things she did to me were indescribable – it was the first time I’d ever experienced orgasms that felt like torture. She pinned me to the bed, playing with my naked body, fondling my sensitive breasts, sliding a finger in and out of my pussy, then using the lubrication to rub that finger in circles around my nipples. I honestly thought I was going to lose my mind by the time the first orgasm hit – the combo of fingering me until her fingers were nice and slick, then teasing my clit for a moment, then dragging her fingers up my ticklish rib cage and onto my nipples was unbearably perfect. I had no idea it was even coming when it hit me like a bolt of lightning – just as she started to get rough with my nipples, pushing on them hard and pinching them between her strong Sapphic fingers, I felt my mind go blank. Nothing but total whiteness – I couldn’t see, I couldn’t hear, I could only feel, but I was feeling everything.

I felt the sound of my blood pumping in my ears, I felt the pure helplessness I had with her as she drove me closer and closer to an edge I didn’t think I could go off, I felt every minute movement in every inch of my body, and then suddenly everything came flooding back to me. What had once been nothing but bright white light overwhelming my vision was now her sweaty, dominant face pressed close to mine as she kissed me as roughly as she liked, twisting my nipples with her still-lubricated fingers until I was hit by another orgasm, and then another, and then another. I couldn’t stop. Just as soon as one ended, I could feel the next one coming (ha). I felt every hair follicle on my scalp standing on end as she switched between fingering me roughly, sucking, licking, and caressing my aching clitoris, and abusing my sensitive nipples however her mood directed her.

She was playing with my body like an instrument – she had unlocked some new level of submission in me, and I had no way to resist her. If she wanted me to moan, she could finger me and play with my tits. If she wanted me to whimper, she could push down hard on my nipples. If she wanted to see me arch my back all she had to do was hint at tickling me and I would be in throws of pleasure I had never experienced before. Each orgasm felt destructively pleasurable. I very genuinely thought I might go insane from the potency of the pleasure, but I ALSO very genuinely didn’t care. It was honestly a religious experience for me. I was communing with some energy greater than myself and I could feel my essence trying to communicate with it and join it. If I ever end up in a mental hospital I can confidently say I might very well be the only person there who is happy with how I ended up there.

The sex was transcendental, momentous, dynamic, changing with her whims and my responses until I felt like I was about to burst. She switched from fingering my gushing pussy to fingering my ass, slipping two well-lubricated fingers in and fingerblasting me until the only speech I was capable of producing was nonsensical submissive gibberish. She called me her pathetic submissive fucktoy, and said it was fun to see how far I’d go and how much I’d let her debase me and strip me of my pride for the orgasms she would give me. She was right. I had never felt more exposed than in that moment. I wasn’t just giving her my body to play with, I was letting her see inside my mind and she was fucking that too. I couldn’t get enough of it, though. In that moment, with her degrading me, calling me a whore, a slut, a breeding toy, a sex doll, I honestly would have let her do anything to me. There were no red lights, I would not be using any safewords, I just wanted to fully give myself up to her. I wanted her to take me and use me up so that nobody else ever could. It felt incredible.

Typing that out now is a little scary. I’d never felt that way in the past about anyone. I like our part-time BDSM dynamic because full-time submission is not something I can do, but if she wanted me to sign a legally binding contract right then I would have signed it with my own blood without hesitation. I still don’t think I can do a full-time dynamic, but I’m also not high on sex, drugs, and rock and roll. Idk how I got to that point, but I’m honestly a little freaked out by how much I loved it. I would have given up all of my personal and bodily autonomy *forever* just to keep feeling that good, and honestly I still think that little submissive part in my brain might be onto something.

Now normally this would be the end of the story, but this week was my birthday week, and Goddess was hell-bent on turning my brain into horny mush. The day following 4/20 I was “working” most of the day. I say “working” because I was barely able to walk after the rough sex I’d had the night before, and it was really awkward going into meetings with a limp and struggling to stand up afterwards. My legs had been spasming during the orgasms, and I felt like I’d just done 4 leg days in a row at the gym. I was barely functional. I got home and she made most of the evening into a nice peaceful aftercare. We discussed the sex from the night before in greater detail, we talked about my feelings during it, and we talked about what he both got from it. I opened some birthday presents, cried because she is literally the most thoughtful, considerate, organized, loving, careful woman I have ever met and she absolutely deserves to live the best, most comfortable life on earth instead of living with my messy disorganized ‘grad school so I’m in chaos’ ass. I told her as much, too, and she said I was more exciting and thoughtful than I gave myself credit for. Babe, when you read this, I love you <3

The next day I had to go to an site out of the county, and when I got back it was birthday time baby B-) We watched the new Nick Cage movie, she took me out to dinner, and we came home and snuggled until I fell asleep in her arms with my head on her chest. The next day my parents took me out for some birthday stuff – I got some new pants, I got my ears pierced FINALLY (I was raised in a cult, so piercings were not encouraged. Also, all the women in my family have allergies to nickel, so I figure I do too. They got me some hypoallergenic earrings tho and were excited I was getting my ears pierced. My mom has pierced ears, since she got them pierced before the prophet was all “piercings are for whores” so she was happy for me. Even though she still goes to church sometimes she thinks that rule is stupid.) We went out to dinner, played with our cat, and generally had a good time. Then, once my parents had left, she took me to the bedroom. It started gentle, just teasing my nipples while she tickled me, but I could see her getting hungry for more. I egged her on, teasing her back until she was more willing to go harder, twisting, sucking, pinching, and licking my nipples as I had orgasm after orgasm.

She told me she wasn’t going to finger me, so if I wanted something inside me I’d had to tell her. I told her I wanted a butt plug. She went and grabbed *the second biggest one I have* (the biggest one I have is like a fucking tennis ball, though, so it wasn’t the most intimidating option)*,* told me that even though it wasn’t her fingers, she wanted me to think of the butt plug as part of her, and made me kiss it and suck on it before she put it in my ass.

I don’t want to be a baby, but that thing is HUGE, and my ass was already sensitive because she’d spanked me earlier that day, but she was gentle and with a little bit of time and breathing she got it inside me. She resumed touching my nipples until I came so hard it startled her. She pinned me down for a moment while she gave me the order to work on my breathing. Once I was better able to focus, she checked in with me and I gave her a green light to keep going. She told me I was being very good for letting her take her time with me, and told me if we needed to stop at any point I could use the safeword. Then, she started massaging my breasts again, using her tongue on one while her hand pinched and twisted the other. Her free hand was holding mine at first, but she eventually used it to switch between tickling me, pulling my hair, and stroking my cheeks. I came so hard I sobbed – not crying, but the big gasping shuddering breaths and high pitched whine/moans that meant I was close to having a breakdown. I told her I was cumming every time I came, and I think I came like 5-6 times before she let me off the hook. For the rest of the night it felt like I’d been stunned. I felt so loose, so satisfied, so calm but full of energy, I just was in heaven. I figured I needed to return the favor, but by the time I was getting myself more out of subspace it was time for bed and we were sleepy.

As we went to bed, I knew she wouldn’t be in the mood, so I laid some groundwork for this morning. I complimented her fat ass, her thick thighs, her soft round tummy, and her lush, full, heavy breasts. When we woke up, I kept going – kissing her on her mouth and neck, massaging her breasts, scratching and rubbing her back, all the while complimenting her delectable plump body. Once she let out a little moan, I told her she just needed to say “yes” and I would take it from there. She said yes.

I started by sucking on one breast, taking it in my mouth and running my tongue all around the nipple before scooping the nipple with the tip of my tongue and lifting up, like I was licking ice cream. One of my hands was playing with her chubby asscheeks while I massaged her nipple with my other hand. Before long, I had her at my mercy as she directed me to suck harder, pull on her nipples, pinch her nipples, and then she came.

The first orgasm was hard, but I knew she wasn’t done and honestly i wasn’t either. She started fingering herself and playing with her clit, which I thought was SUPER sexy, and I turned that increased arousal into more deliberate and intense tongue movement. I used every trick on the book, and basically treated her nipples like extra clits (since hers are almost as sensitive), rubbing them gently with my thumb in a circular motion before putting gentle pressure on top of it through gentle pinches and pushing. I was dirty talking her the whole time, too, and she just kept cumming and cumming. After a while it was getting so intense she told me she needed a little break. She told me she could feel a big orgasm bubbling underneath the surface, but she was afraid of it. i told her that it was OK. She didn’t have to cum if she didn’t want to or wasn’t ready, but that she was already doing perfect. She knew the safeword, she had total control, but if she let me, I told her I would take that orgasm up by its’ roots. All she had to do was let herself feel good and not pressure herself too hard. She told me to continue, and started to writhe a little bite as I did before she pressed her hips against my leg and started to grind against it. She’s got to have the wettest pussy I’ve ever seen, and she was so wet it was making the mattress damp. The grinding against my leg was leaving long trails of her juices running down me, and she ground herself onto me with everything she had. She came a final time, and I watched her eyes roll back, her back arch, and her legs begin to twitch as she let the big, deep-rooted orgasm finally hit her. I waited until the moment was done and watched her twitch and shudder with the last vestigial waves of orgasm as I walked her through breathing and feeling the way she would do it to me.

Once she was feeling good enough to start moving around, she told me she wasn’t quite done, but said she wanted to masturbate. A little bit of a “hair of the dog that bit you” sort of thing. I asked if I could help, and she told me to tell her what I liked most about her body. I talked about her soft her thighs are, how I love how chubby she is because I can rest my head on her soft thighs, tummy, and ass and sleep like they’re pillows. I told her I loved how well-fed she was, and how I could see each wave of pleasure she got from an orgasm make her shake and jiggle. I told her that her ass was beyond compare, that each cheek was like cake – thick, rich, and tasty. I told her her pussy was divine, that her heavy breasts were unlike any I’d seen. Each statement from me was met with moaning as she fingered herself to orgasm while I watched. I told her she had just given me a treat by letting me watch, and asked if it was OK if I masturbated.

She said yes, but from the moment I grabbed the vibrator I knew she had other plans. She waited until I had it pressed onto my clit before she started, first gently teasing my nipples with her fingers, then with her mouth, and before long I could feel myself melting into her touch. I was moaning desperately as I got closer and closer to orgasm, but with what she had done to me the night before it felt like the was a wall. My moans got needier, and she finally pulled her head away from my nipples and asked if I wanted to get fucked. I said yes, and she rolled her eyes and said, “Well duh, girl, I know your moans.” She looked down at my pussy and licked her lips. She’d done that before, but this time it just REALLY set me off. Before she even reached the first knuckle I was whimpering with need. By the time she was fully inside me, I was already thrusting against her. She laughed at me, told me I was so needy she had half a mind to just leave me in my own puddle. Before I could beg her not to, though, she had started rubbing her finger gently against my G-Spot. She moved one finger to my throat, keeping me pinned down and making it harder to curl up so I had to arch my back instead.

“Oh, baby, I love seeing you show off your body for me,” she said as she kept her hand to my throat and her finger gently caressing me. She moved her knees slightly wider, forcing me to spread my legs as she did so, and started to finger me more emphatically. As my back began to arch, she lifted her hand from my throat and started pinching my nipples. Gently, at first, but then rougher as I started rocking my hips to the rhythm of her hand. I lifted a leg onto her shoulder, and with no further provocation she lifted the other one and leaned into me, pushing her finger now to depths I can usually only reach with my longer dildos. She told me she loved to see how easily she could make me submit, and said that today “it just took one finger and you were all mine.” I told her she had my entire body at her disposal, and she laughed again and said she had my entire body balanced on the tip of one finger. She started to increase the speed of her fingers moving in-and-out, and I started grinding harder against her hand to show her how badly I needed this – how much I appreciated her willingness to fuck me after what I had done to her just 30 minutes prior.

Finally, with her middle finger now deep inside me, her free hand now braced on the bead to steady herself as she fucked me harder and harder, I could feel something happening. It started with the muscles in my legs convulsing involuntarily, then moved to a general feeling of warmth and heat in my belly area, before finally I felt the familiar feeling of pressure building. I told her I could feel an orgasm coming, but I was scared because it felt like it was coming from deep inside of me. She told me the same thing I had told her earlier – that I was OK, that I was safe, but that if I let her, she would tear this orgasm up by the roots and all I had to do was feel it. I told her I felt so exposed by her, that she was able to make me cum like nobody else, and that I loved the way she touched me. I just kept thanking her over and over for fucking me as the pressure built. It felt almost like I was going to pee or something until finally I squirted all over myself. From the angle she had me at, I was covering myself in my own squirted juices. I could feel it running down my tummy, gently trickling down my side. The vibrator was getting slick with the squirt and started making a wet buzzing sound, sending little droplets of the liquid spraying in all directions. I was losing track of myself in the sensation, and continued grinding against her hand long after the initial orgasm wore off. It wasn’t long before another, mellower one washed over me. I continued grinding against her, fucking myself against her hand while she showered me with praise until I came again, a final, weak-but-still-good orgasm. Like a cool-down orgasm almost, to bring me back down as gracefully as she could.

We cuddled until she knew I was out of my submissive headspace, since I had been calling her Goddess all throughout the morning. Once she knew I was OK, she told me she was going to wash her hands. Once she came back, I was better able to talk to her, and we both checked in with each other to make sure our needs had been met, nothing had been ignored, and nothing was scary or wrong. After that, we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other. While neither of us could stand to have another orgasm after the week we’d both given each other, we both spent significant time just making out, kissing, and touching each other and ourselves until finally she had to get up to call a friend and I half-limped half-crawled to the shower to wash my hair and pray to God for mercy. We spent the afternoon talking to her childhood friend she recently reconnected with and doing some homework together. My cat’s asleep by the window in her Baby Basket, and we’re both still reeling from the week we had. It was intense, satisfying, and terrifyingly vulnerable all at the same time. They say that grad school stress usually reduces libido, but honestly this week has been one of the most orgasm-packed weeks of my entire life.

Sorry for the long story! It’s really like 5 stories rolled into one, but they’re all connected in my head. Honestly, if someone were to ask me, I’d say we had sex once this week and it just never really stopped. Like, the orgasms would stop sometimes, but the moment never really did. Anyways, here’s to next week. Pray for me, y’all, I can barely walk and I have to do two presentations for class tomorrow.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ub7pbv/ff_i_27f_dont_even_know_what_to_call_this_week