Idk man… He sucked, ok? He was a super right-wing finance bro with a superiority complex. We had NOTHING in common except a mutual attraction for each other. We disagreed on literally everything else.
*But whatever, I was young and trying to fuck. Plus, when you screw someone you have nothing in common with, it’s really easy to keep things casual. I was emotionally stunted and not looking for a connection.*
He was generally dominant in bed but every now and then he asked for things that caught me off guard.
I mean, no judgment, but he was kind of into weird shit. We had enough overlap that the sex was pretty fucking good but our kinks didn’t exactly line up.
For example, he had a weird way of dominating. I’m more of a “I get pleasure from giving” kind of lover, but he was very, very much into watching me orgasm… To the point it was almost weird. My body was actually really compatible with this kink in a sense because I’m very physically responsive, but I like focusing on the other person generally.
So yeah, he made me come a lot which I suppose was amazing… The weird thing was that he liked to make me climax over and over until I was almost too exhausted to move and then he’d finally fuck me. I’d be near comatose before he’d want to have sex with me.
*Disclaimer: This was all consensual. I knew he was going to do it and agreed… I’m just still unpacking some of this guy’s kinks.*
So on this rainy afternoon, he went full tongue, vibrator, my fingers, his fingers, and then he finally fucked me while I was on my back, groaning with my eyes closed as he finished.
*Like… it’s cool and all, but I’m usually much more fun in bed when I’m not bordering on passing out. He didn’t want me to move. He liked my energy drained.*
I immediately fell asleep after that and woke up to him still, well, there. I was generally conscious enough to kick him out immediately after, but there he was cuddling.
“Was that too rough?” He asked.
“Huh? No,” I groaned as I turned over.
“You’ve gone rougher than that.”
I could have laughed. “Yeah dude, I’ve gone rougher. Don’t worry about it.”
“You’ve gotten like… Really kinky, right?”
“Um… Yeah. Why?”
“I really want to corrupt you.”
I snickered at that. “I think that ship has sailed.”
“I bet you’ve never gone like FULL BDSM, right?”
“Yep, I have.”
He paused and looked at me. “Really? Like you were fully submissive to someone?”
“Yeah…”
“Just during sex or outside of bed?”
I finally turned and looked at him. “We were friends but I let him control basically every part of my sex life which translated to most physical elements. Like, I’d eat and drink when he told me to and wouldn’t orgasm without his permission. I even dressed the way he wanted. I started wearing skirts so he could fuck me more easily.”
“How did that work with… You? Did you even like it?”
*My personality outside of bed doesn’t really scream sub.*
“I fucking loved it. I did incredible things when I had a real subspace. I had no anxiety and was kickass at my job. It wouldn’t work with us though.”
“Why?”
*Because he had super weird and backward views on women and I didn’t like him enough to establish any relationship outside of sex.*
“Because… I don’t think we’d be compatible on that level.”
“So what all did you do that he told you to?” He asked with a smile.
“I don’t know… Anything? By the end, he knew my physical limits and we had a good relationship so I did basically anything he asked. Like, I stopped even thinking about it. I just fucked him however he wanted.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Like… degrading stuff?”
“Oh yeah, always… Like he’d take my underwear in public and make me do weird shit to get it back.”
“How weird?”
Aaaaand that’s when I felt this dude was hard. Like, a raging boner that brushed against me that I was not expecting.
“Holy shit!” I yelped. “I um… Did not understand the nature of these questions.”
“What do you mean?”
“Are you getting off to the thought of me with another dude?”
“The thought of another dude degrading the woman I’m fucking? Hell yeah. I want to be put in my place while you’re put in yours.”
*Again, we were close to compatible, right? Our kinks ALMOST overlapped, but never quite aligned. I personally like being degraded, but the rest of it was not my thing. I can barely even switch.*
“I just thought we were being really sex-positive and open.”
“How weird did y’all get, Viola? I want to know,” he said as he started touching himself.
“Well? Ok. He made me crawl a lot.”
“Like on all fours?”
“Um yeah… Like we were playing fetch with my thong. He’d make me pick it up with my mouth and bring it back to him.”
“Fuck yeah, what else?”
“I don’t know. Fuck. Um… He’d get really angry if I orgasmed without his permission. Like, he once straight propeller-style pulled me over his knee and spanked me until I was crying and screaming sorry.”
“I bet you were good after that.” He sped up and started moaning.
^Again, this was not really my thing, but I live in a glass house.*
“I actually did get really good at climax control… And withholding generally.”
“What else, V?”
“I don’t know! This is a lot of pressure.”
“Did he fuck your ass?”
“Yeah… A few times. He was never angry when he did that though. That was more of a praise kink thing. He had a really big penis so that was difficult to take.”
“But you did.” He was gasping now.
“Yeah.”
“Was he bigger than me?”
“Shit dude! I don’t know. Maybe a little?”
“You’re just being nice.”
“Fuck, I honestly don’t know. Probably yeah, he was bigger than you.”
“Did he call you names?”
“Usually he just called me a whore. He said other degrading stuff like how sex was the only thing I was good for and that certain body parts belonged to him. Like one time he-“
“-Slap me,” he interrupted.
“Really?”
“Now!”
I slapped him as he shuddered and came all over my sheets.
There are a lot of ways to interpret my interactions with this dude. We honestly did have a lot of tension and really great sex… Which is probably why I fucked him way longer than I should have.
There is no moral here. I was just a young fucking weirdo and he was a finance bro. Watch out for those types… They get kinky.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/z6avi5/im_fairly_certain_all_finance_bros_just_want_to
It doesn’t shock me that this guy didn’t understand that arguably *the* key pillar of bdsm is trust.
He is a service top with a submissive side
Was that a Cuckold thing? Did he want to see you fuck someone else?
Different strokes for different…oh, never mind. But in reality, I’ve found that the more intelligent the person, the more kinks they seem to have. Or maybe it’s just that I hang out with a smarter group of kinky people. Who knows?
Just wondering, Have u writen a story about this full bdsm dynamic?