I never JUST got my underwear back [FM]

I slept with a guy for a few months I often write about who unlocked… A lot. I wasn’t exactly bland before, but I didn’t know how much I loved being degraded or the depths I could go.

Initially our relationship was only supposed to last three months because we were both traveling. I had just gotten out of a relationship and he was in an odd traditional time.

This opened us up to a weird world of total honesty and no judgement… We got REAL weird for a while.

We didn’t have “normal” sex for very long…. if we ever did I actually don’t really remember it. Things escalated pretty fast, but for a while we were in the realm of normal kinks.

And then we decided to start experimenting.

He had a fetish for public sex that made me nervous. We were in a country where public displays of affection were very, VERY frowned upon, and we quite literally could have gone to prison if we did anything sexual in public. However, we did find a compromise…

Once we were out and he got pissed about something (I think our waiter was flirting with me). Instead of talking about feelings like a normal person, he got a very dark look in his eyes.

“You’re with me,” he spat.

“I know that, dude. I’m just being friendly.”

“Prove it.”

“How?”

“I want your underwear,” he growled.

“Like you want me to go take it off in the bathroom?” I asked.

“No, I want you to take it off here and hand it over. If you’re being a whore in public you might as well embrace it.”

*Btw, he wouldn’t talk to me like this in the “real world.” We played games.*

We had done a little bit of this back home, but never, ever in public. Without breaking eye contact, I slowly started moving in my seat and working my thong down to my knees. When it finally fell on the floor, I quickly grabbed them and handed them over. He put them in his pocket and smiled.

“What is this doing for you?” I asked.

“It’s making me hard, for starters.”

I let out a little moan and shot him a pleading look. “Please don’t talk dirty right now?”

“Why V?” He laughed.

“You know why.”

“Say the words out loud.”

I sighed. “Because I’m fucking wet and now I don’t have underwear.”

He leaned over so he was an inch away from my face. “The thing is, I want you so hot and bothered you’re dripping. I want you to have to hold your legs together so tightly you’re uncomfortable and begging for me to take you home.”

“Take me home,” I whispered.

He leaned back and smiled. “I think I’ll finish my drink actually.”

“Please,” I begged.

“What’s in it for me?”

“Sex!”

“Not good enough. Be specific.”

“Fuck… Ok. I’ll let you bend me over and spank me.”

“That’s getting closer.”

“What the fuck do you want?”

“For starters, I want you to stop talking to our waiter,” he laughed. And that is when he pressed my underwear to my lips and told me to “open.” He slipped them into my mouth.

We sat in silence has he finished his drink and laughed when I nodded helplessly when our waiter asked if we needed anything else.

When we finally started walking home… I had a very difficult time. I was very tight, very wet, and clamping my legs together. He thought this was hilarious.

“What’s the matter, V?” He laughed.

I rolled my eyes.

“Why won’t you tell me what’s wrong?” He laughed.

We turned the corner and he very quickly squeezed my ass. I moaned and had to stop. I nearly bent over I was so fucking turned on. I glared at him and kept walking.

When we finally got into the elevator in my building, he slammed a hand beside me and pressed against me. “Do you want me to fuck you tonight?” He asked.

I nodded.

“Open up,” he said. He took my thong out of my mouth and started rolling it around in his hands. “If you want me to fuck you, you’re going to play my game for as long as I want. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I gasped.

His hand shot to my throat. “What was that you little slut?”

“Yes sir.”

He moved his hand between my legs. “You’re very wet,” he laughed.

“Yes sir.”

He looked at my underwear and smiled. “You have to get these back before I fuck you and it’s not going to be easy.”

“Yes sir.”

“You’re going to do whatever I say?”

“Damn it! I said yes.”

He glared at me as the doors opened and motioned for me to get out first. He walked behind me so slowly I stopped breathing and started shaking with anticipation.

The MOMENT the door shut behind us he slammed me against the wall so I was pressed against it and aching. I could barely breath. “What did you say to me?” He breathed into my ear.

“I said yes.”

“No, you swore at me and got an attitude.”

“Punish me,” I breathed.

He pulled my skirt up to my waist and walked me over until he bent me over the table. When his hand came down across my ass, I screamed.

“Are you going to behave?”

“Yes sir,” I moaned.

“You think you deserve more?” He asked.

I took a long breath, “Yes.”

*Let me pause to tell you about the way this dude sparked me. Usually it was playful in bed, but on occasion he went FULL on punishment mode. When that happened, I was screwed. He once spanked me so hard I literally couldn’t sit down for a full day.*

*That’s the kind of punishment I was getting then.*

He spanked me so hard I pounded my hands on the table as tears sprang to my eyes. I full on started crying at the fifth slap.

“Safeword me or ask for more,” he said.

“More.”

“Good girl,” he said as he backed away. “Now get on your knees.” He pulled a chair out and smiled down at me as I got on the floor. “All fours,” he laughed. I glared at him but complied.

“You want these back?” He asked as he twirled my underwear in his hands.

“Yes sir,” I said.

He threw them across the room. “Fetch.”

So… We had done some degrading shit, but this was entering a new level. I should also note we got WAY kinkier than this further down gone line, but I had only known this dude for a week or so.

I stared at him for a while and watched a bit of sympathy cross his face. “We can stop at any time, V,” he assured me. “Safeword me. This is… A lot.”

I shook my head, took a deep breath and crawled across the floor on all fours. I picked up my underwear with my mouth and brought it back to him.

He did it again.

This went on until my knees were aching and I was panting from the floor. Finally he smiled and turned over my thong again. “What else would you do for this?” He asked.

“Whatever you want,” I breathed.

“You’d suck me off?”

“Yes!” I answered a little too quickly.

“You like that too much, V,” he laughed. “You know, I’ve had to get very creative punishing you because you have a sick brain. I still wonder how far you’d go.”

“Try me.”

“You’d let me put a collar on you?” He asked.

“Yes.”

“You’d let me stick ice inside of you?”

“Yes. Anything you want. I just really want…”

“What V?”

“You know.”

“Use your words.”

“I just want you to fuck me,” I started pleading.

“Beg me.”

“Please, please fuck me.”

“Are you dripping wet right now?” He asked.

“Yes.”

“Then stand up, bend over the table, and spread your legs so I can feel.”

I did and he stood behind me for a while. When he fondled my ass I flinched at how sore it was but didn’t move. When he finally put his hand between my legs I shuddered when I felt his fingers inside of me.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he laughed. “You love being degraded.”

“I do,” I moaned.

“I’ll make a deal with you,” he said as he put my underwear back to my mouth. “It’s about time you finally got these back. You’ve earned it.” I opened my mouth and let him slide it in. Then he put a hand to my cheek and pressed me into the table. He put his mouth to my ear and nibbled slightly.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Viola,” he whispered. “And not only are you going to take it, I’m going to tell you what a little whore you are while I do it. And you’re going to fucking enjoy it.”

I nodded once and felt him move my skirt all the way to my waist.

“You want it, you fucking whore?” He asked. When I nodded he laughed, “I know you do.”

He unbuckled his pants and positioned himself outside of me. “You want this so bad.”

I shot him a pleading look and nodded.

I moaned when he finally went inside me and slammed my hand against the table. He weaved his fingers into mine as he pushed himself all the way in. “No,” he breathed. “You’re not allowed to move. You’re just going to take it like a good little whore.”

I nodded as I felt him slowly start to thrust. I closed my eyes but he pulled my hair and told me to keep them open. “I want you to watch me as I fuck the shit out of you,” he moaned.

He slammed into me again and it took everything in me to hold still. I let out a moan as I watched him.

“I like your underwear in your mouth,” he whispered as he thrust again. “Because your mouth is good for exactly one thing, you fucking whore. Unless I’m fucking it, you’re going to keep it closed from now on.”

*Yes… This was pretty fucking degrading.*

“From now on you don’t touch yourself without my permission. You don’t even think about sex unless I tell you to. Do you understand?” He asked as he thrust again.

I was getting close and moaning louder.

“You’re not allowed to enjoy it unless I tell you. And dear god, if you orgasm without my permission I will keep you on your knees all day.”

My hands were shaking as I tried to fight my climax.

“You’re mine, Viola. I own you and this is exactly what you’re good for. You’re mine to fuck whenever I want and however I want.”

I gave a pathetic nod as I tried not to break eye contact. My eyes were rolling to the back of my head Involuntarily.

“I own all of your orgasms from now on. Every single one… Open,” he said. He threw my underwear away. “Do you understand everything I’m saying?” He asked.

“Yes sir,” I finally moaned. My voice was shaking as I gripped the edge of the table.

“Good,” he said. He spat on the table. “Lick it up and then you can come.”

I had never licked up someone else’s saliva before but I sure as hell did it with enthusiasm. Then, I came so hard my head started spinning, I screamed his name, and saw stars as I climaxed.

He grabbed a fistful of hair, threw me on my knees, and finished by jerking off on my face.

So yeah, we got weird that summer. Very rarely did we got out after that where he didn’t demand my underwear and I, in fact, found myself provoking him. We couldn’t have sex in public, but we did play games. He’d turn me on, demand my underwear, and then sometimes deprive me for hours until I was begging him to take me home.

I suppose it should also be noted that after this session we returned to “normal.” We became different people during sex, but were good friends when we weren’t fucking. After this session in particular, I remember him getting me Advil and very sweetly bending me across his lap and rubbing my ass as we watched a movie.

He was a gem.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/11a9pyk/i_never_just_got_my_underwear_back_fm