I [F] set out to tease my ex [M] and got carried away.

Before I start, I want to note that this happened when I was in my early 20s – but remembering it now, it kind of sounds like we’re flirting like awkward teenagers. I dunno, we were weird and we both liked it. Also, this story’s probably like half context, but context gets me off.

 

 

I was going over to my ex’s house to pick up my bag of things I’d left behind from when we’d been dating. He told me it was already packed up in a bag, so the plan was just to grab it and leave. We were still on good terms and wanted to stay friends, but I don’t think either of us was sure about spending long periods of time alone together yet.

That said, I didn’t want to go dressed in the usual. I picked out an outfit specifically for his tastes, which I know isn’t for everybody. Some might even call it anywhere from tacky to ratchet. A tight black miniskirt that stopped well above mid-thigh, paired with a purple crop top that showed a ton of cleavage. I finished the outfit off with black thigh-high boots. My makeup was done just the way my ex liked it, with extra emphasis on the mascara, eyeliner, plus eyeshadow that matched the color of my top. It was admittedly excessive for a quick visit, but I wanted him to want me, and remember what he wouldn’t be getting anymore.

I got there, we exchanged some awkward pleasantries, and after a short time of enjoying watching him struggle not to check me out while we talked, I went over to pick up the bag so I could take off. It was a big bag packed full, and I had an obviously difficult time with it.

“Sorry, let me help you with that,” he said. We didn’t break up because he was an asshole, we just weren’t compatible – or we were still just immature and bad at communicating. Hard to tell sometimes. I tried to hand it off to him, but there was something awkward about it, and the bag tumbled and spilled everything out onto the floor.

I rolled my eyes and smiled. “This is why I don’t ask you to do things,” I said while I bent down to pick everything up, mostly clothes. The first thing was a black corset I’d bought specifically at his request for some Domme play. I liked dressing up for him, but that particular item hadn’t seen much use. I got down on my hands and knees to grab the next couple items, a hot pink cheerleading top and the tiniest black skirt that barely covered anything, embossed with “BJU.” I’d done a quick photo shoot for him wearing it, acting the part of the slutty cheerleader.

I got so lost in my thoughts for a moment that I hadn’t even realized my ex hadn’t bothered to help me pick things up, but he had bothered to stare at my ass in a thong that’d been fully on display because of my choice of skirt. Not the end of the world, but not the show I’d intended to put on. He looked away and hurried to help when he realized he’d been caught staring. We quickly put everything back, with handcuffs and a ball gag being the last things in. When I said before that he was a nice guy, I meant outside the bedroom. You’d never know it when we were having rough sex, and those handcuffs had gotten a lot of use. The ball gag went unused.

“Hey, you know, you don’t have to go yet,” he said as I prepared to leave again. “We never did finish Overcooked. Do you want to stick around for a bit?” One hundred percent he just wants to check me out some more, so mission accomplished. I really wanted to leave at the moment, leaving him desperate for more. But it turns out all that rummaging through my lingerie and toys clouded my judgment, so I agreed. But you knew that I would.

 

He had a small studio with no couch, so we always played video games on his bed. He sat against the wall while I laid down on my stomach, which of course let me show off plenty. We played for a while, and of course during any break he kept peeking over at my ass.

We had fun playing the game and made our way through a few levels, but soon got stuck, probably on some Kevin level. After we’d failed it a few times in a row, my ex blamed me for it. “You keep falling in the same spot.”

“Only because you keep knocking me off! It’s a small bridge and you could wait for me to pass instead,” I said indignantly. He was a much better player, but he wasn’t the most cooperative.

He thought for a second, then said, “Okay, we’re going to try something different this time.”

“What’s that?”

“You’ll see.”

The next time we did pretty well, but eventually I fell in again, and I immediately felt a sharp slap on my ass.

“Hey!!”

“I’m teaching you not to fall off.”

“Oh, I’m sure.”

I fell off again a short time later, and he slapped my ass again.

“That wasn’t even my fault, you pushed me!”

“Excuses.”

But then I fell again, and again, and by the time the round was over, it was obvious he was using this newfound “punishment” as an incentive to push me off.

“Yeah, your new strategy really worked out well for us,” I said while our all-time low score showed up.

“Well, since you didn’t respond to it, I’ll have to try something new.” He pulled my skirt up and slapped my bare ass, hard.

“Ow!” I covered my ass with one hand and started to get up before the next blow came, but he seized both my wrists and held them against my lower back while shoving me face first into the bed. Holding both wrists with one hand, he spanked me a few more times, surely enjoying watching my ass jiggle with each hit.

Not gonna lie, I was really getting turned on by getting manhandled like this. Just as I knew what he liked, he knew what I liked. Still, this hadn’t been the plan. The second he let go, I jumped out of the bed and hurriedly said, “Thanks, that was fun, but I’ve gotta get going.” I went over to put my boots back on, knowing full well I wasn’t going to make it out that door. Honestly, I didn’t *really* want to leave anyway.

 

I’d just gotten both boots on when my ex came up behind me and grabbed my wrists again. He pulled them behind my back before locking them in the handcuffs I’d put in the bag earlier.

I leaned back against him and said, “You just can’t help yours- mmph!” it came out muffled as he roughly pushed the ball gag into my mouth and strapped it on. I was turned on before, but I was going into overdrive now. I love it rough, and I love trying new things.

I felt another hard slap on my ass and I let out a little squeal.

“I wasn’t done punishing you,” he whispered in my ear, before kissing my neck and bringing his hands up to my breasts. “I know you dressed up like this for me. Just teasing me, making me want to fuck you.” He continued to kiss up my neck and around my ear while fondling my tits. I started to breathe more heavily, but tried not to give him the satisfaction of hearing me make any sound to show how much I was enjoying what he was doing. I was supposed to be the one teasing him, after all.

Not being able to take my shirt off with my hands bound, he settled for reaching under my bra and pinching my nipples. I started to squirm, and let a small moan escape past my gag.

“That’s more like it,” he said. “I know my little slut likes to moan for me, doesn’t she?”

I really do. But I stayed quiet, trying not to give any answer.

“Well, we’ll find out soon,” he said, as his hands slowly glided down my stomach and to my thighs, then up to my breasts again. The next time his hands found their way down, they pulled my skirt up, fully exposing my thong. Then they traced my curves back up, and slowly back down to my inner thighs, getting closer and closer to my pussy. “Who’s being teased now?” he said, gently brushing over my underwear. “I know what you like. Once my little slut, always my little slut. Aren’t you?”

After every pass I knew I was getting wetter, and I needed him to stop teasing and just touch me already. But I really, *really* didn’t want to give in that easily. Then he nibbled on my neck as his hand started to dip into the front of my underwear and I couldn’t help but moan.

“What’s that?” he said. “Is that you saying you’re my little slut?”

Fuck it, I was giving in. “Mm hmm!” I agreed urgently through the gag, nodding my head and trying to push my hips forward into his hand.

“That’s a good slut, and good sluts get rewarded.” He brought his finger down to my pussy and used it to wet his finger before slowly circling my clit. He kept kissing and nibbling my neck and playing with my nipples with his other hand. I moaned through my gag more loudly, getting lost in the sensations of his hands. Between the extended foreplay and being teased for so long, I was already on my way to cumming. I tensed up and prepared myself for my orgasm when he whispered in my ear, “Remember you have to ask for permission to cum.”

Fuck. Hearing that just got me closer to the edge and I tried to scream “can I cum” as intelligibly as I could into my gag.

“Not yet.”

But it didn’t matter, I couldn’t help myself. I let out a long moan and threw my head back as he continued to touch and kiss me in all my favorite spots.

As I tried to catch my breath, I felt the gag loosen and be removed as he said, “Naughty girl, cumming even when I said no. That’s almost as bad as not asking at all.” He spun me around to face him, then roughly pushed me back against the wall and down to my knees, hands still cuffed behind my back.

Still panting from my orgasm, I watched as he undid his belt and pants and took out his fully hard cock, then used his hand to slap me on the cheek and gruffly said, “A good slut would already have her mouth open and ready to suck my cock.”

I dutifully opened my mouth and let him slide in, still submissively looking up from my place on the floor. He used my hair to push my head back and forth along his cock while simultaneously moving his hips. I gave him my best blowjob, swirling my tongue around the way he liked it. He started to get rougher with me and I pulled away as far as I could until my head was against the wall. But that didn’t stop him. He kept fucking my mouth, holding both sides of my head and keeping me steady against the wall. With my hands still cuffed behind my back, I was helpless to do anything but let him do whatever he wanted. He held me there for some time before he pulled out and I breathed heavily, gulping for air.

“Please fuck me,” I gasped.

“I’ll fuck you when I’m ready to. Take a deep breath, slut,” he said before he pushed me back into position against the wall. I breathed in just before he slammed his cock all the way to the base and held me there. I closed my eyes and gagged, but with my head against the wall, I had nowhere to escape to. “Look at me,” he demanded. I complied, mascara running down my cheeks as I looked up at him. “Good girl,” he said as he took his cock out to let me breathe for a moment, only to force me to deep throat him again. He kept it up for several minutes before finally pulling me up to my feet.

He pulled down my thong and had me step out of it with my boots still on.

I was beyond excited at this point and looked at him with my best sultry smile. “Yeah? Are you ready to fuck me now? My tight little pussy’s dripping wet waiting for you.” I bit my lower lip.

“You’re forgetting you’re only allowed to talk with my permission,” he responded. “This should help you remember.“ He forced the gag back into my mouth and strapped it into place. Then he led me over to the table and pushed me to bend me over it, causing me to let out another muffled “mmph!” as I landed roughly on my chest.

He gave me a hard spank on one cheek. This time instead of shying away from it, I just maneuvered to look back at him and shake my ass suggestively. Not wanting to wait any longer, he lined up his cock and slowly sank all the way into my tight pussy. I could feel my eyes roll up as I let out a long moan. To this day, nobody has ever fit as perfectly as he fit into me. Just an unbelievably magic cock.

He started slowly thrusting in and out, getting us both used to the sensations. “I missed this pussy. I forgot how tight you are, and how incredible it feels. I could fuck you all day.”

I looked back at him again and nodded my agreement. “Mhm!”

He pulled his cock all the way out except for the head, waited a moment, and slowly pushed it all the way back in. He did that repeatedly, waiting a little longer each time until I couldn’t wait any longer and tried to fuck myself on his cock.

“Dirty slut can’t wait to have me fuck her, can she?”

I just responded by wiggling my hips more, but in my position I didn’t have the leverage to move as much as I needed.

He gave me a sharp slap on the ass. “I asked you a question. Are you just a filthy slut that’ll do anything to get me to fuck her?”

I’m pretty sure I would’ve done literally anything at this point. “Mhm! Mhm!” came muffled sounds from me, followed by my best attempt at saying “please fuck me!”

“That’s a good girl,” he said, and slammed all the way into me, causing me to moan loudly again. He pulled my hair into a ponytail and pulled it back, causing me to look forward and raise my head up. “Look at yourself in that mirror while I fuck you.”

I did. My makeup was smudged, my hair was a mess, and I was visibly drooling into my gag. I loved all of it. With my hands still cuffed behind my back, every hard thrust from behind made my tits jiggle against the table. He was getting rough and fucking me hard and I couldn’t get enough of it.

“I know you love being treated like a whore,” he said. Once upon a time I’d told him not to call me that, but he knew when I was this turned on a lot of my rules went out the window. I didn’t care what he did or said as long as he kept me feeling this way. I was going to cum soon, and we both knew it.

“I also know you love it when I do this.” I felt his thumb press against my asshole and that drove me over the edge. My pussy clenched around his cock and I let out some kind of muffled screaming moaning sound for what felt like eternity, and he didn’t stop until I was completely spent.

He unstrapped my gag and said, “I’m about to cum, and you’re going to beg me for your last punishment.”

I mean, he earned it, he gets whatever he wants at this point. “Yes, yes, please punish me!” I said eagerly.

“You know what I want to hear. Beg for it.”

I did know. I’m pretty sure he mostly liked it because it’s one of the few things I wasn’t open to when we first started dating, and because it still wasn’t my favorite. But like I said, he earned it. I got down to my knees and said, “Please cum on your little slut’s face. I need you to cum on my face.”

I waited there, still breathing heavily, looking up at him with my mouth open and tongue sticking out. It was only a couple seconds before he shot his load onto my cheeks, into my mouth, and on my tongue. I waited for him to finish and showed it to him before swallowing all of it.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/wlegxe/i_f_set_out_to_tease_my_ex_m_and_got_carried_away