[I was inspired by a few posts and conversations here and there that were able to dig into memories with a few similarities and decided to make this post since I had no idea that “kink origin” is even a thing. I posted this a while ago in a brut form but I decided to brush it a little since some of this stuff managed to sneak back into my daydreams. It might look a little softcore for some of you but for me it’s the beginning of a beautiful story.]
I got acquainted with freeuse and bondage many years ago, about a month or two after I turned twenty and, to put it into perspective, now I’m close to forty-five. One day, a girl showed me a short video of a tied-up & gagged woman that struggled the whole time. It was weird for me that she masturbated every day while imagining that she was the one tied up, and I was also disappointed that there was no nudity. Later, she explained to me about self-bondage and this was absolutely bizarre from my point of view and I just concluded that “no one’s normal anyway”, but her porn was often strange, and I finally understood it when I was able to see it in real life.
For a little context, she was a friend from the neighborhood that no one dare to date her. She was in love with martial arts for a very long time, she has a history of violence against an ex-boyfriend and his mother, plus some casual beatings now and then. Well, she was able to snap most of us like toothpicks. We, the guys, liked her for being a great beer drinker, she swear like a pack of drunk sailors, and also because we probably felt safer with her. We often told her that “We’ll never find girlfriends like you, you’re the best!”. I personally liked her because she was very open regarding any questions I had about women, she definitely was more fun than any of the guys, and for her porn collection. Back then, VHS was still a thing in the ex-communist country where I used to live, and even those were rare, so more often we had to buy porn magazines, and burning a CD was rarer than a solar eclipse.
These things being said, at some point our conversations slowly deviated from general questions to more particular conversations related to various desires that I never thought to be shared. We slowly isolated ourselves from our group of friends and became more inquisitive, while pushing the morally and socially acceptable limits. Rather soon she started sharing her porn collection and, from that point, I was just a walking boner. Even though I had a dark side that kept me ashamed, she was way deeper into the dark forest and, even if some of her stuff gave me nightmares, I also relaxed when I realized that I’m not the weirdest of them all, as previously feared. I won’t write about this part, at least not today. The days became quite similar because right after classes I was running home to jerk off and then meet my friend for a few beers to debate those “deep subjects”. The rest of the day should be obvious enough, I was just going home and wank myself to sleep.
One day, the booze met the hormones inside us like the big bang, and we decided to watch together a fresh batch of porn. I was trying to play cool because she looked more relaxed than I wanted to, but my cock was crying with precum tears while she was passionately commenting on the side. We alternated movies between my and her taste, although for me it wasn’t too much fun watching non-nude struggling women and I was more into waiting for her to have a more “desirable” reaction. There were no wow moments in the beginning, quite the contrary, it started with a big dose of discomfort on both sides. We were sitting on my emerald-green couch while stretching an orange bed cover trying to hide the hands’ presence between our legs while also trying to look relaxed in very uncomfortable positions. As a first useful step, I offered a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and did the same for myself, at least the clothes shouldn’t be uncomfortable. But the excruciating needs returned without caring about our outfits and our hands got back into gripping mode but this was already too little so I told her that I want to see everything that she can put on display. We immediately dropped everything on the floor and started to masturbate unnecessarily slowly while facing each other. Because we managed to put the shyness aside, masturbating together became the highlight of my boring life, spending long nights drinking, smoking, and cumming. For quite some time, except for a few kisses, while we were drunk in pubs, nothing more happened between us, not even a single touch during our “cinematic” experiences.
Then one day, during a wank, she decided to make me understand. She asks me to duct tape her bent over on a table. I wasn’t creative at all but I was effective, although it looked more like the work of a drunk man in the dark, which wasn’t too far from the truth. Neither the cheap transparent plastic duct tape didn’t help but I had no fancy rope or anything more aesthetically pleasing. Anyway, it’s playing some of “her porn” and, in a few minutes, I witnessed the strangest but also the most obvious pleasure that I was able to see on someone’s face up to that point. It was weird because I had no idea how one can get this amount of visible pleasure without any sort of sexual stimulation. She asks me something like “What if I tell you that you can do anything to me?”. Back then, I was way more stupid than today, so I had to ask quite a few times if she is sure, if she was joking, and so on. I was hesitant like I was searching for needles during a midnight blackout but she asks what do I need at that specific moment. If my boner wasn’t an obvious response, I had to say that I need to cum, and she tells me to cum however I want.
Initially, all I wanted to do for quite some time before this moment was to jerk off and cum on her body but she was wet like a dripping faucet so I had nothing else to do but to grab her waist and go in. I pumped inside her like a rabid dog fucking a bitch behind a truck in the safety of the night, and the only thing I cared about was to cum while staring at my cock repeatedly entering her, an image highly improved by the looks of her ass. And I cum! And I had this unusual feeling like this was the first time when I actually cummed and it got imprinted forever in my brain, like a mental tattoo. With no premeditation, I lit up a cigarette and lay on the couch while forgetting for a few seconds about her on the table and, led by pleasure and confusion at the same time, I decided to let her there, just to see what can happen. I put the ashtray on her back, I hold the cigarette for her to share it, and without saying a word I begin to feel her body with my hands. At that moment I was convinced that she is perfect, that there was no better woman than her, in looks or otherwise. I changed the porn with something for my usual taste and, soon after, got a fresh boner. The porn had its role towards my hard cock but the image of leaking precum getting dry on her legs, of her being there unconditionally for my pleasure, made me go again inside her, she felt like my property that existed only for my pleasure and this made me feel like I own the universe. I have no idea how long did it take but I assisted to the first excruciating and animalistic orgasm, something that neither of us had any idea was possible. At first, I got scared and, full of confusion, I asked if she was ok while the answer came as a yelled out “This Is A Fucking Orgasm!” and this made me explode again inside her, thinking I’m the best fucker that anyone can have and there can’t be a better compliment.
We both had what we described as the most relaxing releases ever. On my part because, for once, I didn’t have to care about my partner’s pleasure (to be read: my ego) and I felt relieved in more than one way. We finally discovered how it feels to finally let go. To bring an end to this long post, I have to say that we experienced a lot together until about eight years ago but the common kinks weren’t too many, we used each other for this stuff while becoming best friends. We still talk about these things once in a while like it’d be the first time, and we also share the ways it changed us into the perverts we are today. The reason I cleaned this story a little bit is that next month I’ll visit London for a few days, where she lives for now, and I hardly try to not tell her that I’ll be in town. I won’t have enough time for more than one brief encounter a day, two if I’m lucky, and it feels just too little.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/10h5k7b/m_a_green_couch