387. Sizzlin’ Saturdays: 03/10/18

387. Sizzlin’ Saturdays: 03/10/18

Nora at Musings on D/s, domestic discipline, sex, and more created a new weekly writing prompt titled Sizzlin’ Saturdays.

What memory do you have, the one you re-visit and find yourself grinning to, of your earliest sensual experience?

Grinning?  No.  Pivotal, yes.  I was 11 or 12.  My sister’s friend M was over but had split off from the pack to torment me.  I was just reaching the point where I was noticing how pretty she had become.  Before she was just a person.  Now she was becoming something else.  She was 13 or 14.  I was maybe 4’3″ or 4’4″ at the time.  She was 5’6″ and fully developed.  She was always an athlete.  I remember not really being in the mood for her that day.  She didn’t care as she was in the mood for me.

It began with her normal game of cops and robbers.  5+ years later, that is still what she wanted to do.  I half-assed my hiding job.  She found me immediately.  I resisted.  She got rough with me.  Her hands gripped my wrists so tightly and she overpowered me, crossing my arms across my body and pulling me tight from behind.  She then took me to the ground.  I normally just went along with her but I continued to struggle.  She straddled me and pinned me down.  I did everything I could to escape but she didn’t budge.  She reached over and grabbed the scarves she would use to secure me.  Normally she tied me simply.  This time she was serious.  She used an intricate series of loops and secured them very tightly so that I could not pull my hands through.  She turned on me and tied my ankles and knees together.  She pulled a hat over my face and tied a scarf tightly around my neck, securing the other end to the leg of a heavy table.  Each time I struggled she subdued me.

At some point I had an erection in my sweatpants.  I could feel her as she slid herself up and down my body.  I remember the crotch of her jeans were so warm.  When I tried to speak she finally tied a scarf tightly over my mouth.  I tried to play possum.  She was prepared for every act of resistance.  I was helpless.  I remember feeling her hands on my body.  I remember feeling her breath.  I remember feeling my erection jabbing into her body.

She straddled me for the better part of an hour.  That feeling of helplessness stuck with me for years after.  It became what I craved.

What is the most common fantasy that plays out in your mind which brings you to orgasm?

I tend to go all over the place with these.  There is a common theme among all though.  Absolute control.  Absolute power.  Absolute helplessness.  Cruelty.  I must endure. I am treated like an object.  I am lesser.  I am nothing.  I am just there.  She/they are real.  They are people.  I am not.  I am at her/their mercy and there’s nothing I can do about it.

What is one act, that unsolicited, you’d like your lover to do to you during sex?

The submissive side of me wants her to cum hard and squirt.

The selfish typical male side of me would love a blowjob, but I accept that these are not likely in the cards.  I guess a number two would be having my nipples sucked.

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