A Monster Unleashed

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He and I have been going at this since January. I met him last November through mutual friends shortly after splitting from my husband. He wasn't the type that I would have normally gone for however, under the circumstances I thought, "why not." He lives 3000 miles away from me, making it hard to call it a functional relationship.

The first time he flew out to see me was rocky. We didn't know at that point if we were in the friend zone, what either of us liked in terms of food, or interests including sex, hobbies etc. The first trip was only a four day get together. On Saturday we decided to stay in Seattle. We went out, had a good time, got a little tipsy and went back to the room which only had one bed in it. Initially, I figured we would both just sleep next to each other. I should have known better.



The performance wasn't too shabby but as we got into it I started to initiate very subtly a little bit of my deviant side. I guided his hand up to my throat in which he happily obliged. He fucked me with my legs over my head and I sucked his dick, discovering that he had a massive cock piercing, and was a bit of a powerhouse, but there wasn't too much "alternative" action seeing how we had nothing to go off of in terms of knowing what either of us liked. Aside from the slight gripping action it was solely....vanilla. That was the end of our first encounter.

Two months later I flew across the country to visit for a month. After a lot of discussion via text we discovered that both of us were into kink, and not just minimally. The month leading up to my visit caused a mass amount of anxiety. We slowly started building up an arsenal of gear and toys.

We talked about breath play, bondage, whipping, spanking, gags and role playing. He was very convincing that he could carry out these situations. The first time I saw him after arriving I was tense. During the drive to his house he placed his hand on the inside of my left thigh. What started out as a basic rub turned into rough pinching and pulling. Before we even arrived at his house I had a fair amount of bruising. I was dripping wet.

The heat emanating from my cunt was overwhelming. We went upstairs and immediately started undressing. He started slow, grabbing my face and kissing me with a few stern slaps across the face followed by light biting and forceful gripping around my throat causing me to become extremely aroused and begging for more. But then he would stop and almost reassess that what he was doing was okay even though I was more than willing to continue on. He laid me out on the bed and before I knew it I was cumming.

He has this ability to make me squirt which has never happened to me before. I knew from that point on that I was going to have a hard time finding another partner like him. After making me cum twice he flipped me over and exposed my ass in the air. With no warning I felt the paddle strike. It felt like nothing I had ever felt before, the force was almost unbearable, at the same time I was in heaven. Then it struck again and again and my stubbornness started to show through. I refused to make any noise for him making his frustration visible.

The blows kept coming and I was internally weeping, yet didn't shed a tear or make a noise. He stopped. Unexpectedly he shoved his cock into my ass and fucked me with a furor like no other. His Prince Albert was scraping my insides and I cried out as he violated my asshole leaving me in a heaping pile of my own sweat and cum. That was just the beginning of what would make for an interesting few weeks.

Although we had an exciting first night, things seemed to die down and I didn't understand it. I wanted more. I wanted him to treat me like a depraved whore, to call me when he was at work and tell me to do things, to make me his. I wanted to feel dominated in a world where I am usually the dominate one in my profession. I wanted to know I could come home and please someone the way they wanted to be pleased. He wasn't giving me that. The second to the last time we got together was in a seedy hotel where he bound my arms behind my back to a choke collar.

He face fucked me for an hour and then took me, after making me cum three times. He finished off on my face and I could tell he was elated. I wasn't sure how much of this he had done before considering he too had been married. Even though I was having fun in our arrangement, I still wasn't fully getting what I needed. I constantly stopped to think there may be something wrong with me for wanting to be treated like this.

I grew up in a great home, went to college, have had a great career for the past 10 years, am in a high managerial position, have a two year old, and am now divorced. Nothing in there screams I am a submissive please dominate me. I flew home after the month questioning whether he could do what I needed him to do.

I asked him after I left what happened; if he wasn't really into it and he would tell me that he was just being nice, or still trying to feel out the limits. I felt like maybe it was me and he wasn't all that into it.

These trysts continued with him flying out two months later. It always seemed that about three weeks prior to our visits that I would start fucking with him. Sending him hateful doubts about his capabilities to perform, egging him on, and practically begging him to unleash hell on me when he arrives. I thought to myself that if I pushed him enough he would reach a point where he would give me what I wanted.

I wanted more and I wanted to feel it. This last time he was out we took a mini vacation to Portland. My child was visiting his father and I had time to be an adult in an otherwise very normal and happy existence. I was warned prior to his arrival that I would feel the pain this time, and that he was going to fuck me every which way. I would be stretched to the limit and that I would regret all of the shit-talking and antics that I had been displaying. He cuffed my hands behind my back and pushed me down on the bed. He started fingering me and I felt the buildup of an insane orgasm, but he stopped.

He stopped before I got there and I didn't know what the hell to do, I was begging in my head for him to finish, to feel the hot liquid seeping out of me and to shudder. I was in a full body sweat and it didn't fucking happen. I looked at him with that look of disapproval and he continued on. He slapped my tits around for what seemed like forever, using them as support as he fucked me. He dragged me by my hair to the edge of bed and hung my head over so he could shove his cock down my throat until I choked up spit and was gasping for air. I was disoriented and begging for more.



I know that breath play is dangerous but I trust him enough to know it wouldn't go too far. As I was in a heaping mess on the ground he started to flog me, shoving the end of the Icicle flogger into my ass as the onslaught continued. I was quiet, inside of myself. I didn't want to give him the pleasure of getting anything out of me. When he was about to finish he pulled out and sprayed me with his cum. I couldn't move.

After he left I made the call that I didn't want to be in a relationship with him. It had nothing to do with our sex life as it was gradually getting more and more ambitious, however, I felt like I was getting to close to him which is not something I initially wanted to do. I wanted to continue our sexual relationship without committing to an emotional one.

Little did I know they are essentially the same thing. We have continued talking and last week I made the call. I need him. I need him to come see me again and fill the void of sexual gratification, this time is different though.

I told him that he needs to step up his game and do the things he so likes to threaten me with on a regular basis. I know he has thoughts in his head that he doesn't act out on and my patience is wearing thin waiting for him to act out. I taunt him.

I tell him he doesn't have it in him to be dominant over me. That he cares too much about whether or not I am in pain or whether what he is doing is right or not. I make him feel like he is inadequate to what I need. This time though it seems like he has had enough of me riling him up, enough of my poking and prodding. I send him pictures of my tits bound up and clamped, of my holes filled, of the things I have to do myself because he hasn't done them.

He is fed up. He will be here in four weeks and has warned me again of degradation, humiliation and pain. Is it wrong that I just laugh and call him a wannabe tough guy? Is it wrong that I tell him he has a great imagination and his ambition is there but his follow through isn't? Or maybe I am really in for it this time and I don't know what I have done. All I can say is that I am anxious and scared to see if I have awoken some monster in him.

Regardless, I want it. I want all of what he claims he is about to bring to the table. Maybe I will regret it. Maybe it will be another instance of him just being nice. At this point I don't know what is in store for me. He speaks of binding me and leaving me in the dark of a hood, discoloring my body, making me beg him for mercy per se, and instilling real fear into me.

The thoughts of these things cause me to be aroused even now as I write this. All I have to go off of is the past, and the past has proven to be rather PG-13 in the world of XXX. I think this may be it though and I will write again after he leaves and continue the story of our BDSM relationship.