This is an older story from my life that I reposted here because I thought more people would see it. My account has a bunch of stories like this if anyone is interested in more, btw, 💕
Ok, so, intro for newcomers (new cummers 😎) to my life, me and my girlfriend are easing our way into some good old fashioned BDSM stuff. She calls me her toy/her slut, and I call her my Goddess. I’d like to say I’m a bratty sub, but literally all she has to do is look at me and I melt. On days where I am more bratty, she knows how to make me need her, and how to tease me endlessly, so she can usually break me down into a needy begging mess pretty easily. She’s Lesbian, I’m Bi, we’re both VERY committed to each other and def not interested in threesomes. I post these stories because I was raised in a genuine sex cult and have a lot of weird feelings about sex that this stuff helps me process. Also, I like having them around to look back on later when I’m taking some “me” time. Y’all can feel free to do the same 😊
Last night we were watching The Mentalist. It’s one of my guilty pleasure shows that I know in my heart isn’t good, but that I like anyways. About halfway through an episode when Goddess decided that she was bored with it. Which is fair. Instead of pausing it though, she turns to me and kisses me HARD. The kind of kiss that makes my brain shut down and my body take over. By the time my conscious brain finished rebooting I was already horizontal on the couch and she was kissing and biting my neck, rubbing her hands down my thighs and in-between my legs. Our hands were tangled in each other’s hair, and I was breathing the way I do when she’s made me melt. She made her way down my neck to my collar bone with her lips, while her fingers started to caress my clit VERY gently. Almost too gently. I must have made a face because she started talking to me, telling me how desperate I looked. She had one finger just tickling my clit through my clothes while her other hand was pinching my nipples, twisting, pulling, rubbing them. It was a matter of seconds before I started to whimper. I needed her. I needed her so bad, and she knew it. I knew she knew it. I was aching for her to take me harder. Instead, she just kept teasing my clit and my nipples, before getting to her feet and pulling me up. She ordered me to strip, and I did. After I was fully naked, she took off her top, leaving her pants on, and then pushed me towards the bedroom.
As I moved to open the bedroom door, she shoved me hard against it, taking both my hands and pinning them above my head while she kissed me. She kept me pinned against the door, sucking on my nipples, kissing me hard on the lips, and biting my neck, until I couldn’t take it any more. I broke down. I begged her to take me, make me hers, leave her mark on me, and use me however she wanted. I told her that I needed her more than I needed anything else. She took that as her cue to open the door, guiding me to the bed and mounting me. I thought I was going to get fucked for sure, but instead she just pinned my hands together by the wrist with one of her own hands. Her other hand began to twist and pinch my nipples again, and she started making fun of how desperate I was.
“It must be so hard to have no control” she said as she continued teasing me, tickling my ribs and playing with my now extremely sensitive nipples. “I can’t imagine how helpless you must feel. Are you frustrated?”
“Yes!” I answered back. She laughed and started rubbing my clit again. I was sure I was going to soak the bedsheets if she kept teasing me. After a few more minutes, she looked at me and said
“What do you want me to do?”
“You already know!”
“Say it!” It was an order.
“Please, baby, I want you to fuck me.”
“Baby? It’s Goddess. Say it right, slut.”
“Goddess, please, I need you to fuck me. Please!” I was begging. I had been reduced to begging for her to use me. My clit was on fire, my holes were throbbing, and try as I might I couldn’t help little whines coming out with each painfully gentle stroke of her fingers against my clit.
She lifted her hands away from my wrists, and told me “Keep your hands above your head, just like that. A good girl doesn’t need handcuffs to be restrained, and you’re going to be a good girl for me if you’re going to get fucked.
Then, very gently, she moved one finger in, pushing it so far in that her knuckles rubbed against my pussy lips. She started slowly and deliberately moving her finger, pressing the flat tip of her finger firmly against my most sensitive spot and doing the “come hither” motion. After a moment, she took her finger out and entered me again, this time with two fingers. Using the same motion, she kept me moaning for almost thirty minutes, switching hands when her fingers got tired, and giving me orgasm after orgasm. For a while time ceased to exist, as she played with my body exactly how she liked, making me moan with her fingers, occasionally stopping to tickle me or play with my nipples before resuming. I was reaching my maximum stimulation point when she pulled out the vibrator, keeping it pressed gently against my clit while her fingers worked inside me. My legs were trembling, my back was arched, I was covered in sweat, as a final powerful orgasm rippled through me.
She gave me a minute alone while she went and cleaned up. Afterwards we cuddled for about 45 minutes, caressing each other, laughing about how much fun we’d just had, and daydreaming about future trips we could take one day. I am absolutely head-over-heels in love with this woman, and it feels so good to be able to have moments like that after something so intense.
Also, we did finish that episode of The Mentalist afterwards, although she needed to take a shot to get through it without groaning at how cheesy it was. She’s a big film junkie so the shit I watch must kill her, but she does it anyway 💕 Love is real y’all, and sometimes it’s kinky af.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/quljvi/my_26f_gf_33f_knows_how_to_make_me_beg_ff_bdsm