After that insanely good Friday night, I was buzzing all Saturday morning. No matter what, my New Orleans trip was going to be a success.
I checked a few messages with other potential partners, but all I was getting was either honest answers of how they weren’t going to make it out, or hints of ghosting. And because I fucked Darling raw the night before, there was only one girl that I was going to be able to fuck without condoms until my next doctor’s visit.
But Saturday, she was feeling Droppy.
Intense sex is a drug. It’s the most natural drug possible, but it’s a drug. It’s a massive release of adrenaline and dopamine and any other feel-good chemical your body has. So while you might feel high and pleasant after a good fuck, you might also feel that counter-swing into a mild depression or hangover. In BDSM, that’s called being Droppy. I only learned the name for this sensation about a year ago myself.
Darling didn’t want to talk or go anywhere on Saturday. She was cool chatting over messages, so we did that, talking about anime and books and past sexual adventures. I didn’t try to talk her out of leaving the house, and went back to my hotel and rested (while also watching the other girls ghost out). I also didn’t have the energy to try a hotel bar, either. And apparently I needed the rest.
Sunday, Darling and I kept chatting. One of her regular partners wanted to meet up, and she let me know that she was debating between him and another night with me. I had to work until 6 p.m., so I threw her the compromise – meet him now, clean up, then meet me later. She agreed, but noted that she might be too tired. I let her know that I’d pick her up, let her lay on the bed, then drop her back off. For the whole scene, she wouldn’t have to do a thing. She liked that.
Local boy was a little frustrating. I’m not sure he knew that I was Round 2, but he ended up postponing and then showing up late. Darling kept me posted, and I went out to dinner with some coworkers. The extra sleep from the night before was paying off.
When she was done, she made it clear that she was exhausted. I already had a devious plan and gave her instructions to also pack her Hitachi wand. She gave me the name of a church to pick her up in front of. I immediately snagged a Lyft and headed over.
So I should point out that I’m upper-middle class, white, in my late 30s and I look really nerdy (OK, I am really nerdy). She’s in her 20s and black, and her neighborhood had those blue flashing lights to make it seem like there might be police nearby. My Lyft driver was pretty laid back, so I asked if he could just sit and idle for a second while I wait for my “friend.” He was pretty sure he was going to be dropping off a murder victim in the middle of New Orleans if he left, so he agreed to stay.
When Darling showed up, she was wearing a loose silk dress, and nothing else. We got into the backseat, and I realized the Lyft driver probably thought that I just bought a prostitute. This amused me.
On Friday, I noticed that Darling wasn’t really into kissing. I gave her one quick kiss hello, then let her lean her head back and close her eyes. I slid my hand between her thighs and started stroking around her clit. It was a 15-minute ride back to my hotel, I’m relatively sure the driver knew something was going on. I gave him a nice cash tip.
Walking down the hall of the hotel, I pulled Darling’s tits out, then lifted up her skirt, making her walk fully exposed. Inside the room, she stripped naked, put on a blindfold, and promptly laid down on the bed. I then very clearly asked for consent to keep playing with her if she fell asleep, making sure that’s what she wanted. She nodded and smiled, and even suggested I could get a sleeping pill from the front desk.
At her core, Darling is a slut. But wrapped around that core is a brat. So maybe she was tired, maybe she was pretending to sleep. Either way, I decided I wasn’t going to let her fall asleep.
I shackled up her neck, wrists and ankles, then linked her wrists above her head. Using rope, I tied her legs into knots so she couldn’t make them straight or cross them. I immediately regretted not having a spreader bar, but I made do with what I had.
With her fully immobilized, I started to switch between gentle foreplay of kissing, licking and sucking, and sadomasochistic foreplay of slapping, biting and twisting. She either pretended to ignore the gentle, or just wasn’t into that. When I bit and pulled on her nipples, she sounded like she was about to cum.
Using a paint pen, I labeled her, writing CUM SLUT right above her pussy. I continued the dirty talk from the night before, calling her a dirty little fucktoy and telling her this is what she’s good for. And when I pulled hard on both nipples and watched her squirm, I needed to use her.
I tugged on her leash and pulled at her hair as I fucked her. I didn’t try to please or impress her, I just wanted to use her for my enjoyment. I pulled out and came over her, smearing her cum slut label.
As I was recovering, she started to doze off. I rolled her over and gave her a spanking for that. Then I got to the real fun.
Hitachi Magic Wands are fucking insane. They can straight up break a woman. But Darling was one of those sluts that I’m betting was rarely satisfied. So it was time to mix fire and fuel.
Using a dog collar and some extra rope, I strapped the Hitachi along her inner thigh, placing the tip against her clit. Then I lashed her legs together, and flipped the switch.
Darling doesn’t lie. She doesn’t fake orgasms. And this was very useful as I was torturing her. If she stopped moaning, I knew that meant she managed to nudge the wand off of her clit. When she went quiet, I’d pull the wand back, spit on her clit, then push it into her and hold if for a couple minutes before going back to biting her nipples or writing on her ass or taking pictures of her.
Her moaning kept getting louder and louder. Every time she came she’d flex her abs and arch her back, as if she was getting electrified. Watching that bliss over her, I kept pushing. I recorded audio of her cumming. I held her in this forced chain of orgasms for nearly an hour.
And eventually, she broke.
She didn’t call out a safeword, and her fingertips were still warm. But she started having little, tiny, weak orgasms.
I turned off the wand but left her tied up. She admitted that she felt cold (I had the AC on low, because I’m not from New Orleans and I hate the heat). I wrapped her into a blanket burrito and laid on top of her to warm her back up.
I really don’t know why, but lately aftercare is turning me on a lot. I felt myself get hard and I started dry-humping her blanket burrito. Then I peeled the covers open and grinded along her ass, before finishing inside her aching pussy.
We were both completely out of energy, grinning and laughing at her as she stumbled around the hotel room. I ordered her a Lyft back to that church and chatted in the 90-degree midnight heat until her car came.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8vlk6r/mf_the_darling_slut_of_new_orleans_part_2