Your new loft had blessedly high ceilings. Plenty of space to finally build the project you’d been designing for a while, a suspension frame. Your girlfriend was excited for it too, which was a huge plus. She was much less kinky than you–almost completely vanilla, actually–but you discovered a shared love of Shibari. She said she feels beautiful tied up in intricate webs of rope, and she’s absolutely right. Cute dimples, bright eyes, and curves in all the right places; she was a dream to look at, especially when she was trussed up tightly. You would love to show her off, but she’d never agree to that.
You’d tried to surprise her last Christmas with a professional Shibari photo shoot. You’d picked out some new multi-colored ropes and you were sure she’d love the gift, but Christmas day came and she adamantly refused to even consider being tied up in front of anyone but you. The pictures would be just for the two of you to enjoy, you’d insisted (fingers only a little crossed behind your back). No dice. You’d even suggested she be clothed under the ropes, but she still wouldn’t be swayed. It would be “so embarrassing” she’d said. She “could never.” So you’d had a cute winter photo session in the park instead, and broke in the new ropes later, just the two of you. That was just as fun, you’d told her. But it wasn’t. Honestly, it was getting old.
At first you had thought she was just shy and inexperienced, that she would warm up to more of your kinks as time went on. But a year in, it was starting to become clear that wasn’t going to happen. You had all but stopped going to the dungeon, though as far as she knew you hadn’t gone at all since the two of you had made it official. Rough bondage, wild threesomes, even choking and all but the gentlest spankings now lived only in your memories and on your phone screen. In an incognito window. In the other room. After she was sound asleep.
Really, you should have ended things with Kaley long before now. But you liked the companionship; being with her felt comfortable and warm. More than that, no one had ever looked at you the way she does, love and trust shining in her eyes. In those moments you want to be the person she needs, the person she thinks you are. But in other moments–more and more frequently as of late–you find yourself on the couch in the dark at 2am, jerking it feverishly to the thought of face-fucking your sweet, innocent girlfriend. Forcing your cock down her throat until her tears trace lines of mascara down her flushed cheeks and then wrenching her head back so you can blow your load across her tits. You wonder if it’s worse that you’re fantasizing about it in the first place or that you no longer feel guilty about doing so.
It was in one of those late night moments that The Idea flashed through your head, and it stuck around even as post-nut clarity settled in. You let it roll around in your mind for a while, reclining back on the couch with your hands behind your head as the moonlight inched across the floor. Eventually you padded back into the bedroom, careful not to jostle her sleeping form as you slid under the blankets. You didn’t sleep right away, though. You could see the silhouette of the suspension frame, in the corner, and it called to you as The Idea grew. You had just finished assembling it the day before and you knew she was eager to try it out. Yes, this was going to be fun.
You slept late the next day, and she had already gone to work by the time you rolled out of bed. You normally spent your day off playing video games in your PJs and eating an entire box of cereal out of a mixing bowl, but today you had other things on your mind. You opened your messages and searched for the name of an old friend. Opening the thread you read the last few messages, sent eleven months ago.
Sam: I know you got a girl now, but I finally got a number from that brunette I told you about at the gym. She’s kinky af and I told her I could arrange a DP. Don’t let me down, man.
You: Shit dude, I wish I could say yes but Kaley would fuckin kill me.
Sam: Bring her along!! The more the merrier
You: Ugh believe me dude I’m with you. I’ll try to feel it out with Kaley but I really don’t think we’re there yet.
Sam: Alright man your loss. Hit me up if you come to your senses
You started typing, chuckling a little. The Idea was ironically fitting, given the previous texts.
You: Hey man, how’s it going?
A little to your surprise, Sam responded almost immediately.
Sam: Brooooo what is up I thought you were dead! Did you finally get your balls back from from that vanilla chick??
You: You’re hilarious
You: But that’s actually why I messaged. You still in the kink scene?
Sam: Stop asking dumb questions
You: Touche. First, I’m still with Kaley. Second, when was the last time you did some legit non-con?
You: I’m off today if you wanna meet up?
Sam: God damn it’s good to have you back. Big Whiskey’s in half an hour?
You: It’s good to be back man. See you there.
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