*This one gets rough. Read at your own risk and understand that we were two very experienced and consenting adults who had discussed boundaries many times.*
The roughest partner I ever had in bed ironically wasn’t really into bondage or restraints. He got off on me enthusiastically doing exactly what he said, and thought ropes “ruined the willingness.”
I got pretty good at doing what he said though. If he told me to bend over a table, he didn’t have to tie me up to make me behave. I’d do exactly what he said without hesitation.
He loved spanking, but he didn’t like whips or paddles either. He liked flesh on flesh and… well… played with his food before he ate it. He never just spanked me. He’d fondle me for minutes at a time and sometimes made me beg to be punished.
He was actually VERY into making me beg for pain. He figured out quickly that I was into it and loved how I would not only ask for it, but grew desperate when I didn’t get it. He REALLY loved making me desperate.