Explorations in BDSM
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Explorations in BDSM
I’d never had a revenge fuck before. It was really weird. I had sort of known him in college and then he turns up later as the brother of another lover of mine, but with distinctly different tastes. His brother and I were sleeping together but was treating me appallingly, was emotionally abusive and eventually left me for his long-term, same-sex partner. No loss there. Apparently I, and a hoard of other girls, was just an expression of his ‘latent heterosexuality’. So I took up with the brother. These were my first experiences with B&D. I had always like the soft-core S&M side of things and some role-play, but discovering what it might mean to be a sub was a whole new ball game.
It started out pretty vanilla, apart from the fact that we fucked in the same room as ex/brother and his new lover. They never said much about it after, but I did get a bit of a ribbing from his outlandishly queer boyfriend.
Even on that first night though, his dominant tendencies came out. I think it was probably the first time I had gained so much enjoyment from being made to give so much. Usually the turn on with giving is the reaction you get from the other party, this time it was doubled by him demanding it of me.
He was another tiny boy with big ‘assets’ and as he climbed weightlessly onto my chest to force his dick into my mouth while holding down my hands I was enraptured. He was gentle, but unrelenting and just strong enough to actually be able to give me a run for my money in the struggle stakes, despite his tiny build. He fucked into me slowly and shallowly, letting me do the work with my tongue and lips and leaving me room to get away if I needed. He seemed so in control of his own arousal, enjoying every minute but never losing his composure and his firm voice as he whispered instructions to me. He wouldn’t come in my mouth; that would have been a defeat for him. Though he did seem to consider the possibility a few times, he enjoyed denying himself as much as denying others and held off in preference to other pleasures. We were so desperate to be quiet and at the same time desperate to make each other moan. This is where the games began. When he went down on me, burrowing beneath the covers, I wasn’t allowed to make a sound, or he would stop. I think we must have not been in possession of a condom, because although we had a lot of fun that night, the penetration, and the accompanying games, had to wait until our next meeting.
By our second rendezvous, he had shaved off all his pubic hair. Believe me, this is not something I recommend for your partner’s enjoyment. Stubble rash ‘down there’ is not fun. But getting it was. This time we were trying not to wake his other brother, but at least he was as far away as the next room this time. I remember the pleasurable pain of riding him as his pubic stubble grated against me but he filled me up so well after a series of disappointing flings that I couldn’t stop grinding myself further down onto him.
By our third and final dalliance he had begun to talk about his role in his own little B&D hierarchy. His master was slave to someone else, and so on; and now he was master to me, if I wanted him to be. It all seemed a bit silly and I never could bring myself to say, “Yes master” without giggling. He moved to Melbourne shortly after, but my explorations continued without him...
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