Joe tried to push me into kinky sex since we started dating. Curious as I am, I very often indulged. But nothing ever seemed to be enough for him: once slapped in the face, he wanted to be paddled; after spending an evening at my feet, he wanted to be my “slave” for our vacation trip. I never pushed him into it, even if I gradually came to enjoy being cruel to him.
After a while, however, this continual insistence on making every moment a submission fetish thing began growing old. We could never seem to go out as a normal couple, for example; I could never just lose control in bed.
Things came to an impasse when he came up with chastity play. The cock cage did look sexy on him, but he never was any good with his tongue – and now what with this “serving me” I wasn’t getting any pleasure at all!
After two weekends of this new game, I decided to go out and leave him locked. This was the kind of abstract kink he loved, and although we never said it out loud, our pregnant silences told me that he wanted to be made feel inadequate.