I’m fairly new to the world of BDSM, but my friend Jeff isn’t. He’s been introducing me to some new things over the past few weeks. We had a dinner date planned and were sexting each other constantly in the days leading up to it. The anticipation was incredible. I knew he had big plans but he had only hinted at what was in store.
Jeff meant business from the moment he came in the door. He had very specific ideas for what was going to happen that evening and started commanding me right away. He put a collar on me and told me I wasn’t allowed to take it off without permission. I loved that – it was a physical sign reminder that I had to obey. He walked me to the car and had me sit in the back. He wanted me to put on a show for him while we drove to the restaurant. There was a backpack in the seat with me and I found a collection of toys inside. I practiced deep-throating a dildo while he watched from the rear-view mirror. I couldn’t help but touch myself while I imagined sucking on his cock later in the night. He had me pick a butt plug to wear during dinner. I felt so sexy walking into the restaurant with that secret.
In the restaurant we made conversation while he put his hands all over my thigh. We were pretty blatant – I didn’t care. It was part of the fun. Our waiter certainly knew something was up. I loved stealing kisses from him as his hands moved higher. We didn’t linger long over our meals and forgot our leftovers as we left. As we walked back to the car, he pressed me up against the chain link fence at the back of the parking lot. We made out and grabbed each others bodies with intensity. It was so hot that anyone could have seen us, and the chain fence rattling just added to the seediness of the moment. He directed me to the front seat of the car this time and had me put on a ball gag in the car so that people who looked in would know something very sexy was going on. I made eye contact with some pedestrians and felt absolutely filthy.
When we reached the quiet country road that leads to my house, he told me to bend over and suck his cock. I had never given road head before, on grounds of safety, but I just loved obeying him so much I completely went for it. As I was tasting him and getting into it, we heard the unmistakable “bliip” of a cop car’s siren. I bolted up and tried to make myself presentable while Jeff swore and stuffed his dick back in his pants — but the cop simply turned around and drove the other way. Maybe the brush with the law should have taught us a lesson, but the spike of adrenaline only heightened our passion and I hungrily picked up where I had left off.
When we made it to the house, he dragged me in the front door with his belt around my neck and took me upstairs. I knew things were going to get really serious now and I was nervous. Jeff had me change into an outfit that was “expendable”, which piqued my curiosity as well as my fear. But even though I was afraid, I was totally into the role and just wanted to submit to whatever he commanded.He tied my arms behind my back with rope and pressed me into the little couch. He spanked me with his belt while I recited words that turned me on. The belt was actually quite painful but I enjoyed being able to take it. Then as I lay immobilized with my ass in the air and my face pressed into the couch, he showed me a knife. I trust him completely, but some animal terror still shot through me. He took the knife and cut open my tights so he could insert a dildo into me. I was biting the couch as I moaned.
After we had our fun with that, he untied me – only to tie me up again, this time to a chair. He knew I’d been having some other sexual adventures, but I’d been shy about telling him all the details. He told me he was going to interrogate me. He showed me how he would punish me if he didn’t like my answers by smaking me hard on the face. I knew right then that at some point I would disobey in order to receive another slap. He took the knife out again and sliced up my clothes. Then he started demanding answers from me and how many people I’d been with and what I’d done with them. I told him I’d been with 9 people this year. “9,” he asked, “that’s all?” I felt dismissed so I spat out a “Fuck you!” I got the slap I wanted for that.
After that point, I was a good girl and answered his questions as best as I could. He put a vibrator in me to reward me for good answers. The mix of sensations was very intense. The fear and the pain and the pleasure and the heat of the room were adding up. Finally, he put his hand on my throat and at that exact moment the combination of sensations overloaded my mind. I lost the ability to form lucid thought. My mind was swirling incoherently like when you are falling asleep, and I lost all sensation of the world around me. After a minute I sort of came to. I was very confused; I thought I had fallen asleep. I had no recollection of the past minute. Jeff was untying me and said I just came very hard. The chair was wet from my squirting on it.
I think we were both a little confused about what had just happened but wanted to keep having fun. We progressed to some good old fashioned rolling around in bed and I got to show Jeff put my deep-throating practice to good use. He held my head and pressed himself inside me all the way. As I felt his cock pressing in, I squirted all over the bed.
As we lay in bed afterwards, I felt just a profound feeling of trust and gratitude. I feel sexier being treated this way than I ever have before. I love being a good girl.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/fjahu1/getting_the_3rd_degree_mf