If you’ve followed my stories at all, you probably will recognize this dude. I attribute a lot of my degradation kinks to him.
We actually met overseas. I was working and he was traveling. He stopped his travels and basically moved in with me.
He was also ex-military and had kind of a dark past. I do too. Instead of going to therapy we just had super weird sex like healthy adults.
*I was in my early 20s… cut me some slack.*
So we had this thing where I was not allowed to touch myself without his permission. In fact he made it very clear that he “owned” all of my orgasms. When I wanted to get off I would text him and he would tell me exactly what I was allowed to think about while I did it.He was a fucking artist about it too. He would paint very detailed and elaborate pictures of what he wanted. I once came without touching myself by just reading his text.
But sometimes he denied me.