This is the first time I’m sharing my erotica! I usually just write my fantasies in my journal when I’m feeling really horny and need to get the thoughts out of my head. I told my Dom that I was fantasizing about us doing a Consensual Non Consent scene while I was masturbating and he asked me to describe it to him. I started to describe the scene as I saw it in my head and he told me I should try writing it out fully into erotica. He knows erotica is my favorite way to get off. I’ve been having a lot of fun writing this and am looking forward to showing him when it’s finished. This story takes place in his house, doing our normal routine… but spiced up 😉
The story is obviously not complete, but I want to know if it’s off to a good start? I think it’s hot…but it’s about me and my Dom, so I’m biased 😅
If some people enjoy it, I promise to share the finished version.
Thanks for reading!
Names changed for privacy
Me: sub/masochist, 28 years old cis female
Him: Dom/sadist/disciplinarian, 44 years old cis male
I’m in the kitchen cooking us dinner; one of my favorite acts of service. Music plays quietly over the speakers and you are in the other room shaking us cocktails. I hear you walk up behind me and feel your arms wrap around me. I lean back into you and shut my eyes, enjoying the feeling of your body pressed against mine and the smell of your cologne when you kiss my neck. Your hands start touching me, you slip your hands under my shirt and gently caress my breasts, my breath catches as your fingers slip under the lace of my bra and your fingertips find my already hard nipples. You suddenly pinch my nipples hard enough that I let out a small yelp, I was caught off guard that you were being so rough in a common area. I tell you to cut it out, that I’m going to mess up our dinner…
You growl into my ear, “you’re mine to use and if I want you to fuck you now I can.” I try to push your hands off nicely and joke that we can fuck later. You grab my wrists tightly, and look at me with a serious expression, “I don’t need to wait.”. Then you twist my arms behind my back, and spin me so that I’m facing you. You push me down onto my knees forcefully. Behind me are the cabinets and in front of me is your crotch. I try to argue with you about getting caught in the kitchen and you slap me. A small moan escapes my lips. I’m starting to realize where this game is going… I put on a face of surprise, rather than an expression that would give away my true feelings of excitement.
Truthfully, I’m also actually a bit worried about someone else in the house walking in on us playing in the kitchen…
“James this is fun, but we should go—“ my words are cut off by another slap across my other cheek.
You grab my hair and tip my head back roughly, so that I’m looking up at you. “You’re not in charge. You don’t have any say in this. Now open your mouth.”
I open my mouth, not to suck your cock, but to protest continuing this in the kitchen. “What if your daugh-“ you press your free hand over my mouth and nose mid sentence stopping my words and my ability to breath. I wasn’t prepared for this and instead of trying to calmly wait for you to let go, like we’ve practiced before, I instinctively reach up and try to claw your hand away from my face. You hold your hand tightly over my face, your other hand still twisted into my hair behind my head. I look at you with desperation in my eyes and you let go of my face and grab my wrists, yanking my hands up above my head and use your thigh to push my chest back. I’m now flat against the cabinets behind me. I gulp in air and nervously look around the commons areas I can see on the first floor, making sure I don’t hear or see anyone. You let go of my wrists with one of your hands, using one to keep my wrists above my head, and the other to unbutton and pull down your pants. Your second hand returns back to my wrists, to try and stop me from twisting and turning trying to free them from you. You thrust yourself forward grinding your semi hard cock into my face, I try to turn my head away but the cabinet is behind me. As you push yourself against me, I try to squirm away, but now with both hands holding my wrists, the action is futile. “Open your mouth now.”
I stop struggling, realizing I don’t have much, if any, power from this position. I dutifully open my mouth and look up into your eyes. I see you playing the character we have crafted for this experience, the role that allows you to mistreat me and take what you want, but I also see my partner who loves me. Both representations of you excite me. I want you to hurt me, use me…. You shove your now hard cock into my mouth, and start thrusting into my mouth, my head quietly thumping into the cabinet behind me with each forward thrust. I start gagging and drool runs down my chin.
Just as suddenly as you started, you pull out and pull me up to standing in front of you.
“Drink this”. You reach behind me on the counter and hand me my cocktail. I take a sip, not breaking eye contact with you, unsure if this is part of the scene… “All of it, now.” I tip my glass back and finish my cocktail in a hurried gulp. So we are still playing…
“Go upstairs and face the wall with your hands against it. When I get up there we are going to see if you can keep me from using you however I want.”
Dinner plans forgotten, I turn quickly and hurry up the the stairs to the bedroom. My heart rate is elevated and I can feel the wetness and warmth creeping up between my legs. I walk to the far side of the room and face the wall, dutifully pressing my hands against it and anxiously awaiting your arrival. My mind is racing, “will I be able to fight back sufficiently? What can I do to try and get myself away? If you come up behind me I could slip to the floor, but then I’m at a serious disadvantage… ugh why do I have to overthink everything?”
The door opens. My thoughts are coming at a mile a minute and I’m wondering if I already messed this scene up by obeying you and going upstairs and waiting for you… but no, this feels authentic. I want YOU to take advantage of me, not to pretend you are a stranger or an assailant, and that aside, I like obeying you. But this is different, this isn’t about me giving, it’s about you taking. I hear you place a glass down on the bedside table and you walk over to where I’m standing. Your arm goes around my hips and you start rubbing my pussy through the fabric of my panties. My body tenses and I’m not sure if I should start resisting… you feel me tense and you softly reassure me, “not yet, relax. You’re doing so well. Here take this, but keep your other hand in the wall.”
You place a glass of whiskey in my hand, all the while still rubbing me gently through my panties. I so desperately want you to pull my panties aside and feel your touch in my skin, but I know I need to be patient…. The fun is just starting.
“Drink that as fast as you can. You don’t want me grow impatient with you. I’m trying to set a good example for you”, I notice the tone in your voice change and the mood shifting from preparing to starting. I try to drink my whiskey quickly, while I whimper softly at your teasing touch. I’m starting to feel the effects of the two drinks consumed in such quick succession. I’m worrying less about performing well, and more about how excited I am to try something new. I take my final sip and place my glass down on the floor. “Good girl.” Your hand stops it’s slow, incessant rubbing. “Now turn around and kiss me.”
I turn around to kiss you but you forcefully push me up against the wall, gripping my shoulders, fingers digging roughly into my skin pinning my hands down by my sides. “Actually I’ve changed my mind, You don’t get a kiss.”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/yrv3ou/give_and_take_m44f28_cnc_breath_play_oral