Tag: BDSM

We have posted before regarding our meetups with dark unicorns (a woman seeking a threesome with a couple, in a BDSM context). It has been asked that we update as we do, we have had a few forays that went undocumented but this one we just had to put to pen so to speak. It’s long, no apologies. I give advice throughout it, take it for what it’s worth or don’t I don’t have an agenda but there are things I wish I had known or considered when we first started. I figure I should pass on that knowledge.
First, off we are a long-married couple 14 years, MF and we are really kinky and into harder BDSM, we like submissive women, we aren’t swingers, no swapping, no munches, just the occasional woman to share and abuse together additionally we tend to play with the same woman for an ongoing relationship. We are into fitness and on the attractive side, my wife is simply put; stunning, I am slightly above average if only because I keep fit and dress well not through any genetic gifts.
So, we had posted one of our Reddit ad’s, they are easy to find on our profile, in summary, they are incredibly detailed and even have a FAQ a bit of humor and are concise in what we are looking for. We think that is important. This last time we got a good number of responses we filtered out the ones that are one word or something dumb like ‘let’s fuck’. Move on through them and chat with a few, filter out some that do not really match well. It’s a very physical thing and if you aren’t attracted or have some characteristic that isn’t acceptable you need to politely move on, if you’re just starting out as a couple, don’t settle for something that isn’t going to do it for BOTH of you.
So, the woman we met replied and wrote a very in-depth original message, covering her thoughts and feelings on most of the things in our post, where she’s from a bit of her background, kinks of course, but personal stuff just telling us about her. This shows a few things, she is likely a real person, she was detailed and read our post, most catfish are lazy, and won’t and she had some humor which matters to us a lot.
We started chatting on KIK, we verified, no issues, went over basic stuff. We did a video chat, my wife liked her, and the pics matched her. She was a bit nervous but it’s to be expected. It’s hard via, video chat to really vibe, so if it’s not perfect at first give things a chance.
Here is the thing, most of the women we have met are not vixens or in the sex scene, so if you expect a woman just because she wants a CNC/BDSM scene to be slutty and begging you to destroy her like she is a pro in a porno, you are likely headed for disappointment. We were not and she didn’t we liked the bit of shyness. Moving forward let’s give her a name, let’s call her W.
So over the next week, we talk and message the three of us we communicate a lot, getting to know her chatting almost daily answering questions, making as sure as possible we will get along. It’s a relationship, remember that and all relations need to be nurtured, this is the same you get out what you put in. After a good while we all decide let’s meet, we bought her a ticket to come fly in she lives a few states away. So, there is some financial risk, but you gotta roll the dice in life, nobody who never plays wins.
W fly’s in we were in communication often and we picked her up at the airport, it’s noteworthy that she is much younger, were in our 40’s she in her, mid 20’s. We were waiting and I greeted her at the arrivals took her bag and hugged her, she looked adorable, dressed conservatively she is fit and cute, big eyes and a perfect little nose, I daresay better than the pics, which is another thing I would recommend, don’t send someone filtered pics, send good pics sure, but honest pics, if you’re going to meet don’t set yourself up for failure. If they don’t think you’re attractive the real you, you aren’t going to trick them into fucking you and you made the whole thing uncomfortable. That said she looked great, if she liked me or didn’t I couldn’t tell, I tend to not be photogenic but she looked uncertain. I figured she may be nervous and who could blame her? But I smiled said I was glad to see her and tried to be as non-threatening as possible. I’m a dom, yes, but that definitely doesn’t mean you need to be a douchbag, and being a gentleman in most aspects of your life doesn’t mean you can’t be rough when it’s required.
We walked to the car where my wife was and she got out and greeted W with a warm hello and a hug. I noticed W didn’t really reciprocate with her either, my wife as previously mentioned is gorgeous and sweet, so I figured perhaps the standoff-ish behavior was a character trait or related to nerves.
It was late, already 10 pm so we drove to our house, we made small talk about Cleveland and when we arrived, we attacked her immediately.
I’m kidding, that may happen to some of the success stories, but its just not how we do things, so we showed her around, introduced her to our dog. We feel a clean home says a lot about the owners and builds comfort, we showed her the guest room, my wife had prepped a little gift bag, some snacks and water, cookies, and we all then sat in the living room and chatted. I reiterated how I wanted her to feel comfortable and that there was Zero obligation on her part to do anything at all with us. It would suck if she came all this way and decided not to play, but we wouldn’t want her to feel obligated, so we really wanted to be clear about it. Nobody owes you anything, if you buy a woman a meal, its because you chose to do so she doesn’t need to fuck you for it, same with a plane ticket.
It was now past 11 the everyone had worked all day, and both women were looking sleepy, we decided to call it a night, No sex, we all just went to sleep. Gentlemen, I can’t stress this enough if you look thirsty it’s just pathetic, women know you want to fuck them, but if you’re desperate it rarely attracts them, just be calm things will happen. (Good advice for all dating BDSM or otherwise) If you have two women that watch you tripping yourself because you are eager to fuck them both you may very well end up only fucking yourself. We told her goodnight and retired to our room, her in the guest room.
The next morning, I took a shower and then made the women breakfast and brought it upstairs so they could eat in bed, I do this regularly for my wife, she is my queen and I will treat her as such. W was surprised when I knocked on her bedroom door and asked her to come join us in our room for breakfast if she wanted, the option was hers or she could eat it in the guest room.
She came over got into our bed and we all ate, eggs, bacon, bagels and coffee. My wife asked W to show her the tattoos she had, a good excuse to get close and touch her skin a bit. We then sat in bed watching Netflix, I don’t recall the show we were talking and the subject got to sex and kinks. I told W we both think you’re beautiful and would like to move forward with things, discussed safewords, and I said ‘If you’re in agreement why don’t you meet me downstairs.’ In a bit. She said yes a bit of trepidation in her voice.
1st session:
About ten minutes later, I heard her quietly approaching down the stairs. I asked her if she remembered the safe words, she did, yellow- slow down, red- full stop. I grabbed her firmly and pushed her against the wall, kissed her roughly, and then told her, she was a slut for coming to our house and never complimenting my beautiful wife. I had her strip, a delight I admit, a thin waist, round ass, great breasts, and I can’t help but restate how damn cute she is, why is the innocent look so sexy to me? We can break this down on a different forum, okay sounds reasonable.
I put my fingers inside her soaked pussy, she had gotten a Brazilian wax the day before and was smooth, which I like. I then put those fingers into her mouth.
“You’re whore, you’re soaked.” I slapped her face, she nodded big eyes looking scared. She was trembling, full disclosure, she looks so sweet and is so soft-spoken I was feeling guilty, but this is what we all agreed to in many discussions. So, I pulled her hair and bit her neck, I mean I wouldn’t want to disappoint. She had mentioned that previous boyfriends hadn’t been rough enough or felt guilty if they were rough, she wanted someone who was going to push her, but I was seeing their side of things she’s adorable, and it is really hard to go very rough on someone that looks so sweet. That said, she didn’t respond to our post because it said we would go light she knew well what we are about, deep breath in, follow through I reminded myself.
“Fucking whore.”
I slapped her then asked her to affirm for me what she is,
“what are you?” she squinted defiantly, jaw tightening, not loving the idea of admitting it, or vocalizing it. This had been discussed as it all should be, don’t surprise your partner with something talk about it so you don’t get surprised by ruining the whole thing with something that is off-limits.
I slapped her face.
“What are you?”
“I’m a whore.” She replied, without conviction.
‘You are a whore. Tell me again, what you are, this time like you mean it!” I growled pulling her dark auburn hair tensing and pressing my body against her naked body as I did.
“I’m a whore.” She replied with ever so slightly more gusto but still not enough to convince.
“A fucking dirty whore, is what you are.” I slapped her face and pulled her hair. “-say it.”
“I’m a dirty whore.” She muttered, to which I bit her neck and slapped her face harder.
“Say it like you mean it.”
“I’m a dirty whore.”
We repeated this perhaps ten times.
I grabbed her throat pressed her against the wall and choked her, while I rubbed her clit with my other hand.
“Tell me what the fuck you are!” I hissed.
“I’m a whore.” W said, still not quite believable but getting closer, we repeated and then I mixed slapping her and stimulating her with the same hand while keeping her pinned to the wall and slightly choked with the other. (If you don’t know how to choke someone, look it up, it seems simple but there are differences between choking someone to cut off the blood flow and choking someone that will injure the windpipe)
“You’re not learning whore, but you are lucky to have found two people patient enough to teach even a stupid little whore like you to behave like a decent human being, aren’t you lucky?”
I pushed her legs apart and slapped her pussy, she gasped not expecting it.
“I asked you a question whore, aren’t you lucky?” I accentuated it with a series of facial slaps.
“Yes, I am lucky.” She replied, averting her eyes from me.
“Spread your legs,” I commanded, and she did.
I slapped her pussy, making her count each time I struck her and thank me. She was good with this, but there was a button, there, when she was made to affirm things something that twisted in her.
Bondage is odd because you want to push those limits, take your partner to an edge they likely haven’t been to before, but not over it, just right to the line where they are looking down at the fall, scared but not falling, because you as a dom own them that, you’re not supposed to hurt them, and if you think you pushed too hard stop and let them know you won’t do it again, then don’t.
Learn and be intuitive. If you do go too far and you have to stop, and that means you won’t get to abuse someone or get to fuck for a while, then that’s the way it is, take care of your sub, you overdid it, you weren’t reading her, and even if that wasn’t the case and she just didn’t communicate well, that sucks but be a decent person, and take care of her hold her and let her know that wasn’t the intention. If you’re a sub and your dom won’t do those things, it’s not healthy, find someone who will meet those needs and who values your wellbeing and doesn’t just see you as a toy to break.
I digress, I go on tangents at times. Well anyway, I recognized something was there but hadn’t put my finger on it quite yet, well in a manner of ideas anyway.
I grabbed a buttplug, pulled her over the workout bench and lay her across my lap, stuck the plug in and began spanking her. Her skin is porcelain white, and her ass was perky and perfect, I made her count for me each hit, when she failed or didn’t say it loud enough she got additional strikes. Read more »