Â [disclaimer] This is a description of an impromptu scene I experienced several years ago. I post it since I had a discussion recently about scenes that rumba on the edge of non-consensual assaulted nutjob time. While there is implicit consent overall, the act described herein is not something I condone for everyone, and Might Be Upsetting. Please don’t click-through if seemingly non-consensual sexual play might â€¦ MIGHT be triggering for you. Take care of yourself! [/disclaimer]
I’m one of those people who really like to play rough sexually. No big whoop. But I am also one of those people who eroticized shit that might seem bizarre, even to hardcore perverts. Like humiliation, housework, feeling trapped. Of course, this shit is bread & butter & afternoon tea for some people. And so it goes.
A thirty day practically live-in service contract can be either fun or grueling. In the middle of a heat wave in the middle of a particularly warm summer, it can be both. I was in service to a friend of mine, a long time play partner, and today was the day to clean the house. No mean feat for a 3-story 3 bedroom 3 bathroom home with a dungeon downstairs that had toys scattered everyplace from goddess-knows-what heâ€™s been up to the night before. But I settled in to the task, since it helps me to zone out.
By the time I got to the first floor, even the AC was not adequate to keep me cool so I was down to a bra. The noise from the vacuum was pretty loud, and I didnâ€™t hear him walk down from his office on the second floor of the house and lean in the doorway. I jumped startled when I saw him there, waved hi, and continued my work. He didnâ€™t leave, and I was feeling a bit self-conscious, vacuuming naked, and not feeling particularly sexy. He had this kind of thoughtful but blank look as he watched.
With him, this is Never A Good Sign.
He abruptly left.
I didnâ€™t feel any better. When thereâ€™s a wasp in the room youâ€™d like to know where it is and what it is up to. With him out of eyeshot, it was impossible to know what in hell he had planned. If anything. But that lookâ€¦
I shrugged it off and continued to clean.
About ten minutes or so later, he came back downstairs. This time in the same state of undress as me. Well, without the bra, of course. I took a step back becauseâ€¦.I was a bit scared. And I was really pretty much in the â€œClean the house!!â€ zone, so a 6â€™4â€ tall naked frosty-eyed man striding towards you is enough to give you pause. He wrapped my braids in his hand, yanked back my head and instructed me to â€œTurn the fucking vacuum cleaner off.â€
It was tough, bent backwards as I was, but I felt around with my foot and shut it down. The sudden silence was deafening. With another wrap of my hair around his fist, I was driven down to my knees and my mouth driven over his cock. The unexpected shove made me gag and wheeze, and push my hands against his thighs, trying to dislodge him.
My hands were immediately slapped away, my head pulled backwards, and my face, both cheeks, left and right, slapped also.
â€¦there is one handhold on reality goneâ€¦
He was eerily silent as he shoved his cock back down my throat, and I tried to relax, to not chokeâ€¦.how long before I was yanked up and thrown over the back of the couch? No idea. I was starting to cry from the disorienting feeling of having to change gears, of not being aroused, and not knowing what in hell he was about to doâ€¦I realized he was preparing to fuck me, a condom wrapper drifting in the periphery of my vision.
â€œP—pplease– Iâ€™m on my periodâ€¦â€
He looked down â€So you are.â€™ He jerked me back to my feet, dragged me to the bathroom and pushed me down on the toilet, reaching between my legs to pull the tampon out.
..oo, the grip on reality is slippingâ€¦not too many fingers leftâ€¦hold onâ€¦
I was suddenly so humiliated, I burst into tears. My vision was blurred by hot exploding lachrymation as he lifted me bodily off of the toilet, pushing me back towards the couch.
Bent over again, I feel him entering me suddenly. Under most circumstances, this would have been far, far too painful, but there was plenty of blood to ease his entry. I continued to cry as he fucked me over the back of the couch, my arms wrapped around my head to cradle me from banging it against the wall. My scalp ached from his constant pulling pulling pulling then oh my god what is he doingâ€¦
I felt the head of his cock pressed against my ass. No lube, noâ€¦.no wayâ€¦
I pulled around, his face millimeters from mine, his eyes really quiteâ€¦notâ€¦thereâ€¦
â€œYou canâ€™tâ€¦.you canâ€™t do thatâ€¦you need lubeâ€¦somethingâ€¦â€
He smiled that terrible, terrible smile.
â€œOh, I think that isnâ€™t a problemâ€¦thereâ€™s plenty of blood.â€
And in one thrust, he made his point.
I felt as though Iâ€™d been punched in the stomach, the pain was so great. I tried to not screamâ€¦it was the middle of the afternoon in a Very Nice Neighborhood and I didnâ€™t want to have the Police involved but GODDESS goddess did it hurt. I was hyperventilating and barking into the couch when he pulled my head back, and whispered
â€œScream all you want to one is gonna come help you anyway, you little black bitch…â€
And scream I did. Shrieking wailing incoherent gurgling shouts rent the quiet of the room, and the pain was profound. White hot with my skin ice cold and just to make it more interesting his teeth in the back of my neck so that the loop of pain became even more rapid and dangerousâ€¦I was losing my mind, the grip slippingâ€¦
His thrusts became staggered, deeper, his hand shoved me forward until I was against the wall and pillows barely able to breathe, and I knew he was about to be finished and I was glad because this ordeal would be over and Iâ€™d have proven I could take it and it would be over but then then he said did he I think he said it just three words
â€œCome. For. Meâ€
and goddesses help me I did, I did shaking so hard he was almost losing his hold on me screaming so loudly and without restraint that my throat felt flayed and hurt his terrible, terrible growls in my ear pushing me further even and holy shit I cannot stop another wave of punishing obliterating orgasm…
gone gone gone nothing to hold on to
some time passed.
There was a warm wet towel tossed at me, casually. â€œClean yourself up. Youâ€™re a mess. And finish vacuuming.â€
And I did.
Then I curled on the corner of the same couch where Iâ€™d been so brutally violated, so suddenly, and just stayed. Very. Still.
He came bouncing back downstairs, dressed again, grinning like a kid.
â€œHey!! Look! Here! Thereâ€™s sorbet!! I brought you mango. Thatâ€™s your favorite, right?â€
SO thoughtfulâ€¦.no? It IS my favorite ïŠ And he was one of my favorite play-partners, for years.