I got too good at being a very good girl [FM]

*This is a weirdly emotional story for me. When we were friends years later our sex stories would occasionally bob below the surface and this is the story he’d casually throw out because it “freaked him out.*

Idk man, rough sex is weird. When you’re getting punished at first it seems impossible to master but after a while you start to understand your partner.

*If you get off on giving pleasure, you get really good at sub-ing pretty quickly.*

When it first started it felt like everything I did was “wrong.” I’d get punished for not looking him in the eye, for taking his dick too quickly, for not taking his dick fast enough, and for climaxing too fast. God forbid I had a look of enjoyment and didn’t come at his command.

But… Like most physical and mental exercises, practice helps.

So to his credit, he was very good at giving praise. That’s the shit I get off to and craved every fucking moment. That’s what drove me to crazy physical depths.

He hated bondage because he *wanted* to see me obey. He got off to it.

When I did it the way he wanted, he’d tell me how good I was. He’d tell me I was a good girl as he was shoving his dick down my throat and making me cry. The more I could take, the more he’d praise until I was essentially at his fucking mercy.

He’d deny me orgasms for hours sometimes, but if I could wait to climax until he wanted, he’d make them fucking earth shattering and praise me through it. Good god, I’d think about them for days, but I would never touch myself without his permission, and even then I’d only think about how he told me to and edge myself a couple of times for “practice.”

*Spoiler: it was always images of me being degraded. He once told me I could only fuck myself if I laid on the floor and thought of him jerking off on my face.*

I didn’t have this skill at first. Sex was just about getting off so delayed gratification was new to me. However, I’m competitive and wanted to master it… So I got better.

I got a little too good.

The way he tells it is that he woke up and found me looking at the ceiling shaking like an addict who needed a fix. I had learned not to initiate.

“What’s wrong V?” He laughed.

I shook my head and didn’t say anything but rolled into my stomach to bury my head into the mattress.

“Do you want something?”

“No sir.”

“Sir?”

“Yeah…”

He turned my head to the side and pushed his thumb into my mouth for me to suck. “You want it rough?”

I kept eye contact as he moved his thumb in and out of my mouth as I nodded.

“How rough?”

“As rough as you’ll give it to me.”

He switched.

He threw himself on top of me and put his hand between my legs and his mouth to my ear. He rubbed his hand back and forth until I was aching. “Tell me what you want.”

“I need it.”

“Say it exactly.”

“I need you to use me to get off. I need you to fuck me.”

“Beg.”

“Please fuck me.”

“No. You’ll enjoy it.”

“Let me suck you off.”

“You’ll enjoy that too.”

“PLEASE.”

“How desperate are you?”

“Not desperate enough. Make me suffer.”

“Gladly. On your knees.”

I got on my knees and he stood above me. I knew to look him in the eye and not to immediately take him in my mouth. I just opened my mouth and stared at him as I waited. He rubbed his dick on my face and I tried to control the pulse in between my legs.

“Good girl,” he said. “You’re so good for waiting. You like waiting, right?”

I nodded. I was growing desperate but I had learned to control it. I could even control my facial expressions. The convulsions were a little harder but I didn’t break.

“Take your shirt off.”

I did. He told me to rub my nipples until they were sensitive so I did that too. I looked at him in anguish but I didn’t say anything.

God, I fucking wanted it.

THEN he shoved his dick into my mouth and went so deep tears sprang to my eyes. He loved watching me cry like this so I didn’t break eye contact as he thrust in and out.

“Fuck,” he cried. “Good girl. You’re so good at taking it.”

I was and this was not an easy feat. He was very large in every area.

This continued for a few more seconds as I held perfectly still and let him slam into my mouth. He pulled himself out and looked down. “Holy shit, you can take it so deep… Just, good girl. Fuck, you’re so good.”

For half a second, he was just normal K as he stroked himself gently and almost chuckled as we broke character.

“You ok?” I finally asked.

“Yeah I just almost came.”

I laughed because he could usually last much longer. “I’m glad you didn’t. I really, really need it.”

“I would have gotten you off.”

“But I… I want you inside of me so bad.”

He switched back when I gave him THAT look and pulled my hair.

“Please let me take it.”

“You’re not the one who decides when.”

“Yes sir.”

I was shaking and feeling pulls in my stomach that were very hard not to respond to, but I fought it with everything I had. He saw me struggling and smiled, but I didn’t move.

“Why do you want it?”

“Because I’m a fucking whore who needs it and you can do whatever you want to me because I’m only good for taking dick.”

“Um… Yeah.” He stared at me for a few seconds in almost horror and then broke. “Fuck, I have to fuck you right now.”

“How do you want it?”

“Go bend over the bed.”

I did so immediately and was prepared to be forced to wait. Instead he just pulled my pants down, positioned himself behind me, and only hesitated a moment before entering me.

I wanted to groan because it felt so good but I steadied my breathing and braced myself. My body involuntarily tightened around him and I had to close my eyes to stop myself from reacting.

It was fucking heavenly. Every time he was in me it took me a while to adjust, and that initial stretch was so delightfully painful. I didn’t react though.

“Fuck, Viola!” He hand came down on my ass. “Fuck you’re tight. Are you enjoying this?”

“No sir,” whispered.

He pushed himself into me and I bit my lip. I muffled a cry and let out a long breath of air.

“Fuuuck,” he groaned as his voice cracked. “It’s for me. Do you like this?”

“No,” I spat. I was shaking though.

“Are you going to come?” He slapped my ass again and made me squeal.

“No!”

“Are… are you enjoying this?” He broke character slightly.

“Um no sir?”

“V…” He stopped and pulled my hair to the side and turned my head to look at him. “Viola, are you enjoying this?”

That’s when I broke and started laughing. “Dude what? I was begging for it. I didn’t safeword you.”

“You’re just… Are you close?”

“Am I allowed to be?”

*The man was inside of me.*

“You’re freaking me out, [safeword].”

We fell to the floor laughing. I had tears in my eyes I was laughing so hard. “Is this part of your game? Depriving me further?”

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

“I’m doing what I’m told!”

“Were you even close?”

“Yes! I was fighting it. I was on the edge!”

He started laughing. “What? You weren’t moving. You weren’t even responding.”

“Because I was trying not to come!” I yelled. “The way you’ve fucking trained me. I genuinely have a hard time coming anymore without your permission.”

“Oh…”

“You didn’t even fucking praise me. I was controlling it so well!”

“Well shit.”

He jumped on me and pushed me on my back. He wrapped my legs around him and pushed himself into me.

“I want you to feel it all and describe it.”

“I’m so tight. You’re so big and this feels so good.”

“Can you come?”

“I’m allowed?”

“I want you to.”

I pushed my hips into him and threw my head back. He put his mouth on mine so I could moan into it. He moved his mouth to my neck and sucked on it and I gasped when his tongue hit my skin. When he bit my ear I scratched his back.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I pulled him into me. “It feels so good,” I cried. “Tell me to come.”

“I want you to orgasm, V.”

He pushed my head to the side and into the floor as he kept going. He twisted my nipple once and made me cry as we both finally came.

We laid on the floor and laughed. “You’re such an asshole,” I breathed.

“You shouldn’t be able to just take my dick like that with no reaction. I didn’t like it.”

“You punish me when I react!”

He shot me his evil grin and leaned over to slap my ass. “I just like punishing you.”

“Alright, I’ll be less of a good girl.”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/wm1v0n/i_got_too_good_at_being_a_very_good_girl_fm