Confessions of a spanking addict | 2016

This is just absolutely mortifying to admit but the first time I learned about BDSM was from reading fan fiction. In 1998. Backstreet Boys fan fiction. I apologize if you have just lost your hard on. I promise to try to bring it back with the story of how I became a complete pain slut.

After my dull, sexless marriage ended I found myself browsing, you guessed it, Reddit. I struck up a friendship with a man who seemed terribly introverted and vanilla. Little did I know that he was about to unleash the hidden freak in me over the course of the next few years. Its always the quiet ones. Here's the story of a recent evening in.

Ryan purred in my ear "I know you can handle it. I'm going to hit you four times and you're only response is going to be 'Thank you.' Understand?" I nodded and took a deep breath. I was already a little lightheaded just from listening to the instructions. My pussy was absolutely drenched and was so swollen it actually ached a little bit. We were already 30 minutes or so into the scene and he had been teasing and torturing me with a riding crop and nipple clamps. Just as I started to wonder how much longer I would have to wait to get to cum and relieve all this pressure, the first of the four spankings hit me with a loud crack. I sharply inhaled as the pain radiated across my ass and then turned into heat. I remembered just at the last minute to get out a weak "thank you." The next two were just as hard and I was struggling to get through them. I considered saying "yellow" but he stroked my hair, brought his lips to my ear and said "Good girl." He knows that this phrase drives me crazy and it distracted me just enough to get through the last hard slap.

After the four times he lovingly rubbed my tender skin. I was surfing on a wave of endorphins and adrenaline. He moved behind me while instructing me to keep my ass in the air. I didnt know what to expect but was VERY pleasantly surprised to feel a warm eager tongue on my clit. He licked me with long wide strokes and I started to get close. I knew he wanted me to ask permission to cum but I was so tempted to try to do it sneakily! I just had a feeling that if I asked him to cum that the answer was going to be no. Not trusting my ability to have an incognito orgasm I told him I was getting close to cumming and just as I suspected he stopped what he was doing. I was frustrated but excited to see what was in store for me next. He told me to lay on my back. He put my arms at my sides and climbed up on top of me. He put a leg on each side of me and sat on my chest effectively pinning me down. He brought his cock which was now dripping with precum to my mouth and told me to suck. I happily obliged, craning my neck to get more of it in my mouth from the unfamiliar angle. He made it a point of wiping his precum and my spit round my mouth. I heard a little chuckle and for a brief second an image of how ridiculously desperate I must look crossed my mind. My hair was a mess, face red and streaked with mascara and spit while I frantically tried to fit more of his cock in my mouth without scraping it with my teeth. Sensing my struggle he shifted his position to give me more access. I felt him start to move with my mouth and soon he was slowly, deliberately fucking my face. I loved every inch and every second of it. He pushed as far as he could against the back of my throat while my eyes watered and I tried to suppress my gag reflex. "I know you like to gag on a big cock but I want to see you choke on one." With that he held my nose closed with his hands just for a few seconds. He is always careful with me but he knows that not being able to breathe would only add to my feelings of helplessness. I felt like one of those gazelles being chased by the lion in a nature documentary. It was intoxicating to be so out of control. Ryan warned, "Youre going to make me cum" and I nodded enthusiastically. I normally dont love cum in my mouth but considering the circumstances it was only appropriate that I gobbled up his cum as greedily as I had his cock. I felt his cock pulse and then a hot rope of salty cum in my mouth. I surprised myself by loving the taste of it.

After filling up my slutty mouth he told me it was my turn. He alternated fingering my clit and curling his fingers deep inside me pushing on my g spot. I was BEGGING to cum but he would get me right to the edge and then slow down or move just off center of my pussy. By the third time he did this I was MAD. This was not a fun game anymore and I had been edging for two hours. I felt like I was going to explode if I didnt come soon. I said in my sweetest voice "Please stop teasing me." He replied "I'm not teasing you, I'm using you." Goddammit! Where does he come up with these things? Finally after what seemed like forever he told me I could come in 20 seconds. He counted down at an infuriatingly slow pace. When he got to zero I started cumming and cumming and cumming. I guess what everyone says about edging is true because I think I saw God for a second. It was absolutely the best high I have ever felt. Unparalleled to anything chemical. I collapsed in his arms afterward and just kept saying "thank you."

Disclaimer: In order to not accidently murder/cripple your lover I recommend researching BDSM safety before trying anything too crazy at home. /r/bdsmcommunity has been a great resource. Happy spanking ;)