dirty talk thought process tmi: bdsm dirty talk getting off rope
I saw the sex addict again. He instructed me to bring my rope, wear dark makeup around my eyes, and to wear a lot of perfume. Something about instructions like that are kinda hot. I commented, “what? you want me to smell like a french whore?” Some part of wishes I could role play that up a bit. He speaks french. It would have been hot if he had called me dirty names in french.
I made sure to prep… I bought an enema bottle (it’s quite the cute blue bulb thing…) showered, and cleaned everything. Then I slathered myself in my honeysuckle body lotion and got myself off once or twice. I did my make up, tossed on my linen black sundress and headed on over.
When i got there, I added a few last sprays of my honeysuckle perfume, grabbed my rope bag and headed on in. He greeted me at the door with no shirt, low slung acid wash ripped jeans and bare feet. His californian really shone through with the bit of hip bone pelvic area showing and the flipped over hair and the laid back style in his really well designed dark stain furniture apartment. I’m a visceral person, these tiny things excited me. Yes, good interior design makes me have dirty thoughts as well as a well executed style.
We entered and I put my stuff to the side and sat on the couch with him and the Matrix was on. He asked me if I brought my rope and I said yes, got out a few hanks and laid them out on the coffee table.
we started making out, he told me to get undressed. He pushed the coffee table back and made me get on my knees. He pulled his cock out and pushed my mouth down on it. He pulled my head up and wiped his hand across my face and eyes trying to smear my makeup. When that didn’t work, he grabbed a chunk of rope and told me to unwind it. I did and he took it and wrapped it around my hands. He doesn’t have the mastery but he makes up for it in many, many, many tight loops. Once my hands were tied he brought me into his spare room.
He connected my hands to the base of the iron coffee table and straddled my face and shoved his cock down my throat. I struggled to turn my head in the right way so that he wouldn’t hit my teeth as he face fucked me. He groped my body and smacked parts of me.
He pulled a condom on and fucked me shallowly, just enough to drive me wild. He left the head in and I squeezed and pushed massaging the head of his cock. He licked his fingers and attempted to use the saliva to smear my makeup around my face. After a bit of that teasing he pulled out, yanked off the condom and pushed himself back into my mouth.
He took another hank of my rope and wrapped it around my head/mouth so I couldn’t make too much noise he started shoving his hand into my pussy. He was fairly persistent and didn’t bother working it in so much as just pushing and pausing. There was no extra lubricant or stimulation. I was proud that I was capable of pushing out and relaxing enough to accept his hand. It did hurt though, but not as much as the first time.
He fist fucked me for a bit then. He enjoys hurting me from the inside and pulling out and pushing back in quickly. He didn’t do this for too long because every time he got too aggressive on my cervix I’d squeeze my legs shut. So he pulled out and went off to wash his hands with just a “stay there”.
When he came back his hands were wet and he flicked the cold water over my body, then tried wiping,smearing my eye makeup more with the water. He pulled the rope gag down from my mouth to my neck and let my arms go from the table. My wrists were still tied together. He sat back against the wall and had me roll over onto my hands and knees and suck him. He wrapped his hands into my hair, and grabbed a hold of the coil of rope around my neck and used that to steer my face into his groin. He grabbed his belt at his side and used it to smack my back and ass.
He pulled my face up with the coil around my neck, then realized that there was an end dangling from it. He grabbed the end and wrapped it around his hand and tugged a little, realizing he effectively had a leash. He got up and pulled me after him a little bit, then pulled me down the hallway and into his bedroom. It was difficult because my hands were tied together, so it was knee knee, hands, knee knee hands… I tried to hobble/crawl as fast and as gracefully as possible.
He pushed me over onto my back on the floor and grabbed some water. I warned him that hemp bloats on water, so he made sure the coils around my neck were loose before wiping water all over my face and then dumping it on my head. He was trying to smear my makeup again and decided I looked hot wet and bedraggled.
He grabbed the rope around my neck again and made me sit up on my knees and he sat on the edge of the bed and told me to suck it. I like the variation between being forced to do it, and being told to, so that I can comply. I can be the used toy AND the dirty whore. i got him right to the edge and he pulled me off him, and came on my chest.
he gave me baby wipes to clean up and I wiped myself off. Then he untied my wrists and I put away all my rope. We chatted for a bit, he’s much more talkative after he’s had an orgasm.
I left and headed home… He never did get my makeup to smear.