I love being told what to do. In a lot of aspects of my life to be honest, but particularly in the bedroom. I’m 26F, slim and toned, with long ginger hair and roughly 34C breasts, and luckily my long term (ex-)boyfriend (Giles,27M, slim build, brown hair, 7” or so) shared some of the same kinks as me. This story is about the first time we really explored those kinks together.
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It was the first time we’d seen each other for six months- I’d been away studying and he had a job he couldn’t get much holiday from. We’d sexted in that time, of course, but this was the first chance to actually see each other. We’d talked about kinks before- in fact, the first time we kissed he grabbed me by the throat and choked me. That was the first time I’d had anyone treat me rough, and I loved it.
When we met this time, we were travelling up from the south to the north of the country, stopping at a hotel overnight on the way. Nothing happened during the drive, if anything it was slightly awkward having not seen each other for so long, but that quickly changed once we were in the hotel alone.
We’d been playing a sexting game where, if I masturbated without permission, he’d designate me a certain number of spanks. That was the first thing that happened when we arrived at the hotel- he ordered me to strip and lay across his lap for the due spanking. It was the first time I’d ever been spanked and, as his hand came down that first time, I flinched away instinctively. This, of course, got me another 10 spanks.The stinging pain hurt, but I managed to stop myself from flinching the next time. He made me count out loud, saying “thank you sir” after every set of 10.
After 50 or so, I could feel a growing wetness between my legs. Who knew this would turn me on?! It didn’t escape Giles’ notice though.
“Oh, does my little slut like being spanked?”
“Yes sir.”
“Beg me to spank you again.”
“Please sir, I’ve been a naughty girl and need to be spanked.”
“Mm, your ass is such a pretty pink colour. I think it needs to be redder though.”
“Yes sir, please make it redder.”
He happily complied with this request, the spanking getting harder. Soon, while laying across his lap, I could feel his hardness against my hips, but I knew better than to ask if it were turning him on. This was about punishment, not pleasure.
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“Does my little slut want to be touched?”
“Yes sir, please sir”
“Get on your knees slut, and suck my dick”
“Yes sir”
Ignoring my obvious wetness, Giles had me kneeling on the hard wood floor, desperate to please him. I took the end of his cock in my mouth and circled the tip with my tongue while stroking the rest of his cock. He moaned. Grabbing my head, he took control of the situation, forcing me to deepthroat his 7” cock. I choked as his cock hit the back of my throat over and over while he face fucked me. Pausing for a second, he grabbed a rope out of his bag and roughly tied my hands behind my back.
“No touching, slut. Just your mouth”
“Yes sir”. Like I had a choice.
Restraints tied, he came back to where I was kneeling on the floor. Once again, he grabbed my head and controlled my pace as I moved back and forth on his cock, my throat bulging as he slid his length down it. By this time my knees were hurting from the wooden floor, and tears were running down my face from the rough face fucking, but he didn’t let up. If anything he got rougher until…
“I’m going to cum down your throat, and you’d better swallow.”
“Yes sir”
True to his word, Giles soon shot a thick rope of cum into my mouth and, forcing my mouth open to prove I’d got it all, he made me swallow. Secretly I loved the taste of him in my mouth and would have swallowed anyway, but him forcing me made it all the hotter.
“Get up and dressed, slut, but no panties.”
“Yes sir”
“And you have to put your medium sized butt plug in”
“…Yes sir”
I grew nervous at that. We’d only started butt play a few weeks before, and I was still uncomfortable wearing the medium size for any length of time. But what he said was gospel so…
After getting dressed I lay on the bed on my back, dressed in a short black skater skirt and burgundy top. Showing a rare gentleness, he grabbed the medium plug and generously applied lube before sliding it in, making me gasp and squirm uncomfortably. Dressed like that, we went next door for dinner.
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Throughout the meal I could feel the plug in me, and I was paranoid about my short skirt flying up in the wind, revealing my panty-less state. It was like he could sense my discomfort- his grin grew bigger throughout the meal, and he kept making innuendos to remind me of the state I was in. Despite the risk, or maybe because of it, I could feel myself getting wet again. Without my panties there, I could feel it against my inner thighs.
Once, when we were alone in a corner booth, he slipped a hand under the table and slid my skirt up to feel how wet I was.
“Mm, does my slut like wearing her plug in public”, he whispered in my ear.
“Yes sir”
“Good girl”
Heading back to the hotel room after dinner, I could feel the wetness between my legs as I walked. I was desperate for him, but I knew it wouldn’t be my choice if I were to cum that evening or not.
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Back in our room, Giles made me strip naked and kneel on the floor, knees spread, back straight and chest out- just how he liked it. Once again digging through his bag, he came out with some nipple clamps. Adjusting them to a reasonably tight setting, he came over and attached them to my hard nipples, making me gasp with pain and pleasure.
Knowing I was uncomfortable and soaking wet for him seemed to make Giles more determined to make me wait- he made me stay there, kneeling on the floor with my nipples throbbing and my ass filled while he unpacked and took a shower. It was one of the longest ten minutes of my life, waiting there for him, desperate to touch myself but knowing I’d be punished for it.
Eventually, he emerged from the bathroom, fully clothed and totally in control. Somehow, seeing him fully dressed while I knelt there, naked and desperate, made me feel even more powerless than I already was.
“Have you touched yourself while I was gone?”
“No sir”
“Promise? If I find out you’re lying you won’t be allowed to cum for the whole holiday”
“Yes sir! I promise!”
“Good girl, now go shower. Quickly. But I expect you to be completely clean for me.”
“Yes sir”
“Oh, and keep the clamps on and plug in”
I whimpered, knowing the water of the shower would make my already aching nipples more desperate to be touched.
“Yes sir”
I showered, quickly as commanded, and, as expected, the pressure of the shower was torture. I knew I would cum easily if I just directed the shower head onto my clit, yet I knew also that he was watching through the open door, and that this would not be tolerated.
Once I finished showering, my dripping hair falling over my exposed breasts, I walked back into the bedroom to find ropes attached to each of the legs of the bed, and a blindfold laid out on the bedside table.
“Lay on the bed, on your back, legs and arms spread”
I complied, legs open to an almost painful degree, exposing myself to him totally. He tied my wrists and ankles as tightly as he could, leaving me able to raise my hips from the bed but not close my arms or legs. He slipped the blindfold over my head, leaving me in total darkness, completely unable to control what was happening to me.
Waiting there was agony. I could feel my wetness dripping from between my legs, my clit and nipples throbbing with the need for attention. After what seemed like eternity, I felt a heard and felt someone else climb on the bed, before Giles spoke into my ear.
“Open your mouth, slut”
I didn’t even bother to speak, instead opening my mouth instantly. Immediately I felt his hard cock enter my mouth, and his hand around my throat.
“Mm, choking you makes your throat so tight for me to fuck”
I couldn’t reply, instead just gasping for air as he released the pressure on my throat slightly. After a second, the pressure returned, and once again I focussed on the feel of his cock in my mouth and the desperate need for air. Just as I was starting to see stars, his hand abruptly let go of me and my mouth was left empty.
I moaned, blindly searching for his cock, needing to have something to focus on besides my own desperation. Instead, I felt something else being put in my mouth- a makeshift gag, I soon realised. I tried to protest, unwilling to let my freedom of speech go as well as my sight and movement, but my complaints were muffled by the gag and totally ignored.
I felt the bed move as he moved, then suddenly felt the head of his cock against my soaking pussy, I moaned, needing to have him in me. He waited for an agonisingly long time before suddenly thrusting into me, burying his cock all the way inside me. I gasped, unaccustomed to the length of him after so long.
“Mmm, you’re so tight with that plug in your ass”, he said.
I couldn’t reply, but I could feel his cock moving against the metal and knew he must be able to feel it too. Once again, his hand returned to my throat as he thrust in and out, not bothering to be gentle but moving according to his own needs. As he fucked me roughly, he bent over and bit the side of my neck, making me gasp and moan through the gag. I knew I’d have a bruise there in the morning.
“You’re mine, and I’ll make sure everyone knows it”, he growled.
I moaned, whether in pain from the rough fucking or in pleasure I didn’t know. I wasn’t able to think at that point, only aware of the pounding I was taking. He continued to thrust into me, choking me at intervals. Suddenly, the gag was removed from my mouth, and my moans echoed around the room.
“Do you want me to cum inside you, slut?”
“Mm yes sir, I want you to cum inside me”
“What do you say?”
“Please sir, I’m begging you to cum in me”
“Good girl”, he grunted, just before I felt him tense and the sudden rush of his cum inside me.
As suddenly as he’d entered me, he withdrew, and again I found his cock at my mouth.
“Clean my cock, slut”
I ran my tongue up and down the length of him, tasting the mixture of his cum and my wetness on him, I was still aching to be touched, yet also satisfied from the rough fucking I had received. I felt the nipple clamps and ropes removed, then suddenly I could see again. He was kneeling over me, and leant down to kiss me.
“Good girl, did you like being used like that?”
“Yes sir”, I replied, honestly.
“I know you did. Would you like to be my sex toy for our holiday?”
“Yes sir, I’d like that very much”
“Good girl. No touching yourself unless I give you permission, and no cumming without permission either. If I decide to touch you, I decide when you can cum. Any sooner and you will be punished. Okay?”
I smiled, “Yes sir”
“Good girl”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ou4wid/rough_memories_mmf_mdom_bdsm
UMMMM I’m a little dissapointed. did i miss the other M? the tag is MMF?