She comes in wearing her street clothes: sweatpants, a t-shirt. I know from experience that she’s not wearing anything exciting beneath them; that’s fine. She’s cute no matter what she’s in and no matter how many times we play and the twisted nature of our style of play, she always looks naïve and innocent and like she can’t believe that she’s doing this.
I hug her and she squeezes back tightly, letting out a quiet excited squeal. At that, I squeeze tighter, using my back muscles to press her between my arms and my chest—not quite enough to hurt. But I lift her a few inches off the ground, turn on my heels, and walk her over to the bed before putting her down again. Reminding her that I’m much stronger than she is and that I can put her wherever I want her. It’s nothing overt but her smile is larger when I step back from her and I know she’s starting to get excited.
“So,” I say, “what are we doing today?” For her, I’m a service top. She’s exploring her wants and needs and I take great pleasure in hurting her however she likes. We’ve been going at it for a year now whenever we’re both free, but it’s not as often as either of us like so there’s always excitement when we meet.
“OK I’ve been thinking A LOT about last time we played and it always works for me, so something similar to that. I especially liked when you, uhh, when you threatened to fuck my ass. Sometimes I just start my fantasy right there and I’m almost ready to finger myself. So I want that again.”
Just hearing her say that she likes when I threaten her ass is getting me going; today is going to be great. When we started, she was very shy about her wants and her fantasies, and we wouldn’t get much past talking about them at length until she was comfortable with me. Now she’s almost completely open for me, physically and mentally, but she still can’t hide a little trepidation. Her strict upbringing may very well keep that hesitation alive for the rest of her life, which will likely serve to make our little games that much hotter for the both of us.
“OK, I will threaten your cute little ass. And after watching it shake back and forth when you were taking off your shoes, I think you’re going to find my threats very convincing.” She giggles inside her closed mouth and pulls her lips in between her teeth before continuing.
“The choking was nice but obviously too much; I know I only passed out for like a second but it was very disorienting and it was hard to keep going after that. So definitely some choking, but just light. I know I was supposed to tap but once I get lightheaded from it, I just want it to keep going.”
“Gotcha. OK I won’t count on you for taps. How about I do it in waves–from light to hard then back again, kind of repeating on random whenever my hand is up by your neck?” As I ask, I’m trailing my fingers around her neck a little, because I know that it tickles her when the touches are light.
“That can work!” she says, scrunching her neck away from my hand. “Oh! I saw on your Fet profile that you like face-slapping. How come you never slap my face?”
“Is face slapping on your profile?”
“…nooo” she answers, playfully bashful.
“And have you ever asked me to slap your face?”
“I’m asking you now!”
I grab her by her chin before asking “What am I going to do with you, dear?” She tries to pull back but I tighten my hold on her chin.
“I’ve got a few ideas.” She smiles and I move my thumb up to press against her lips. She clamps her lips shut with a spirited “MMMMmmm!” but I press until the tip of my thumb is through. Then I pull it back out before pushing back in again. I work my thumb into her mouth this way until it’s slick with her spit and sliding easily between her still-clamped lips. Her eyes close and the fightful MMmms become slightly dreamy moans.
I continue for another few seconds before leaning in to her ear. “One of these days, the second you walk in, I’m going to put you on your knees in the middle of the room and fuck your cute little face until I cum.”
She opens her eyes and sucks my thumb a little before pulling back and saying “I want that and you know it, but it hurts my jaw so much! And I don’t think I like getting it in my mouth.”
“Well, one problem at a time. We’ll work on that later. What else would you like today, dear?”
“I think those are the mains things I want to hit. Can we start like it’s after a date and we’re cuddling? And you get hard and I pull away and you don’t even try to talk me into it–just start fighting me right away this time! Learned any new wrestling moves?”
It goes without saying that our play will be consensual nonconsent. It always is, at least in the evenings. On the rare occasions she can sleep over, the nights and mornings are much gentler, often involving massage. But evenings are for struggle; she wants to fight and be taken barely alive. I’m sure a psychologist could say something about giving in to pleasure while still maintaining the honor imbued by the strict upbringing, but I just know what she asks for.
“Nothing new, no, but the old moves haven’t failed me yet. Why, you been working out?”
“Can’t you tell?” She asks playfully as she stands back and gives me a slow twirl, raising her arms above her head so I can take her all in. She’s not muscular by any means, nor particularly curvy, but through regular yoga she has built herself a tight little body and she doesn’t know that occasionally when I “let her escape” from my clutches, it’s because she’s genuinely getting away. God, she’s fun to play with.
“Haha, you’re as ripped as always. So. Shall we?”
She leans in for a quick kiss before climbing into my bed.
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