I think that the bedroom should be an escape from the everyday reality of your life, a safe place where you can let go, explore, and not worry. I’ve been blessed with that experience. This is the tale of an experience that took advantage of that comfort and pushed some boundaries.
Something Minou started playing with before we broke up was a version of rough sex that took the domination aspect of it to the next level. It was a new level for us, edgy, breaking some new ground with our kinkiness. We’d been doing bondage for a long time, and definitely domination involved with that. While travelling together Minou suggested that we try something more intense, rougher, dirtier. We had an awesome 2nd floor room overlooking the beach, balcony with hammocks towards the ocean, a nice big (non-creaky) bed, and days without plans.
She told me that she wanted to be forcefully dominated, taken, with an emphasis on dirty talking, nasty, rough, vulgar talking. I pressed her for details, enough to give me a place to start. She blushed just admitting what she wanted, I finally elicited “Take it, you know you like it, take it all,” as an example. I had to pry the details out of her but I needed some idea what she wanted. I was intrigued, excited, and kinda nervous, this was new territory. Despite all the kinkiness, all the bondage, the rough sex it was all very ‘respectful’ sex.
I had her start on her knees licking my balls, taking her time, sucking me hard before I tied her to the bed. I tied her to the four corners of the bed, nude and spread out; I was excited knowing this was going to be different from ever before and unsure of where to start.
She was already wet and ready, she hadn’t cum yet today, knowing that she would get tied up tonight. I started the dirty talking, slow and clumsy at first, gathering momentum as I went and as I realized that it wasn’t going to take things too far. I told her how exposed she was, how helpless, that she was open to whatever I wanted to do to her. I pointed out how wet she was, how much it turned her on to be tied up like this.
I straddled her torso, my cock in front of her face. I made her tell me how much she enjoys licking my balls while she’s tied up (which is very true).
“Take my cock in your mouth, take all of it, I know how much you like it.” I start off with her example. My cock in her mouth, taking it a bit slow at first and then harder. Riding her, my cock moving in and out of her mouth, still straddling her, my weight holding her down, her arms stretched out, pulling at the ropes, my hands on the back of her head pulling myself onto her. I got harder and rougher until I was riding the edge of her gag reflex, forcing my cock down her throat, riding the edge.
I wasn’t entirely sure how this would go over, but I knew she wanted to be pushed, something intense. I needn’t have worried, after the fact she told me that it was it fine, that she actually enjoyed it.
I made her tell me why I should lock her pussy and not just fuck her and take my pleasure. I made her describe in graphic exquisite detail what she wanted me to do with her pussy, her cunt. She did, writhing against the ropes as she did. Then I introduced the name calling, I asked her: “Are you a Dirty Little Slut who wants her pussy licked while she’s tied up?” She said yes and then I made her repeat it, “I’m a Dirty Little Slut who wants her pussy licked while she’s tied up.”
This started a trend of referring to herself as A Dirty Little Slut, and making her beg for things using that form. “I’m a Dirty Little Slut who wants. . . .”, “I’m a Dirty Little Slut who loves. . . .” I made her tell me how much she loved being tied up, how much she loved being dominated. She begged me to lick her pussy and I made her keep begging. When I finally put my tongue on her it was electric. I used my tongue on her for awhile, then adding my fingers.
Then I pulled out the one that I knew would make her blush. Up till now I had used things that were pretty familiar, just taking them to a more extreme intense level. I asked her if she wanted me ‘to do that thing that she loves, the one that I’m not too keen on?’ (That’s how she had always referred to it) She gave me a look that said that she most definitely wanted that. I told her to beg for it and to be specific. She blushed and hesitated for a moment. “Will you please finger my asshole?” I raised my eyebrows at her; she swallowed and started again, “I’m a Dirty Little Slut who really wants you to finger my asshole, please.” I did, combining that with my tongue on her clit and she came hard not long afterward, although I made her beg long and hard for her orgasm before I let her cum. “Please, I’m a Dirty Little Slut who wants to cum. Please let me cum.”
I untied her legs and straddled her again, putting my cock in her mouth. I made her keep begging, telling me how much she liked my cock, how much she wanted me to fuck her. I asked her “Who’s Dirty Little Slut are you?” “I’m your Dirty Little Slut.”
I put her legs over my shoulders, looking down at her tied down, panting, rolling her hips in anticipation, “You are My Dirty Little Slut and I am going to fuck you how want, how hard I want and there is nothing that you can do about it. You’re going to lie there and take it.” I pushed into her, she was soaking wet, as I slammed into her. My hands were squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples hard, my cock going deep and hard, kissing her roughly. I let myself go more than maybe ever. I held back just enough to keep it from being unbearable, I could tell when it was right on the edge of really being too much. Very delicious, very rough, animalistic sex. I kept a running stream of filth going into her ear. She loved it. I fucked her hard like that until I came.
Then I kissed her gently on the lips saying, “I love you.” She commented later the subtext of that being, “I’m really not an asshole. . . .” I untied her arms and we cuddled, basking in the post-sex glow.
It was a very successful experiment, she had a great time and so did I. I wondered if I would, I should have known I’d get off on the extra bit of power trip and playing the asshole. I was surprised that she enjoyed everything as much as she did, the face-fucking, Dirty Little Slut, prolonged begging. She was a little embarrassed by how much she liked it, ‘anti-feminist’ she said. I think it’s good to be able to let go in the bedroom. Let go, be vulnerable, and explore intense fantasies.
I’d certainly like to try it again. Also would like to try being on the receiving end.
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