Sex in the South

Please allow me to introduce myself, I'm a man of wealth and taste. Well, half right, anyway.

I am Jack, and I am a dom. Not a trained, porn site, strictest definitions type dom, but your average day to day guy who just happens to have a thing for inflicting pain, both mental and physical. Now, I would be lying if this was an all the time thing, if I were to say that I don't have "normal" vanilla sex 90% of the time, but the urge is there, and the titillation it brings is constant. During "normal" sex, I like to see Kathy's eyes widen and hear her gasp. I like pushing all of myself inside, stretching the pain-pleasure barrier to its limit, and leaving her a passed out mess. There is nothing half so pleasurable as the willing loss of control; be that of my own more aggressive, animalistic side, or more simply control in general.

Hence, I am also a sub, or what is more adequately termed a switch, I suppose. You see, I'm not a control freak. I don't tie women up and inflict pain on them as a measured and controlled exercise of power. I do all of it to let loose what I keep repressed the rest of the time. So, when Kathy ties me to a tree with my own belt and blows me torturously slowly, or beats my back raw with the leather whip, or ties me down and uses me, hard, to take her own pleasure, I like that, too. I like being able to turn off the thinking parts and just let loose.

I think, in a lot of ways, what we have works as a love affair of the unstable. I'm constantly controlling my own werewolf-like inner urges, she has the potential to mercilessly kill everyone in the room on a bad day. So, together, we provide for each other, give an outlet, and let ourselves unleash the feral, brutal things we normally keep pent up. That, and we genuinely love each other, but you didn't come here to read about that.

Once, she was having a really shit day. Nothing was really making sense, and in a lot of ways the emotional dam on us both was going to burst. I knew she needed to hurt something, and she said as much. So I made her tie me to the headboard with a belt, nice and tight so the leather bit into my wrists, and take the llama hide whip to me. It's such a soft leather, the sting is exquisite--it really has snap to it. Stroke after stroke she laid into my back, letting herself lose control of the torrent she'd been holding back, and I took it, all of it. Until my back burned and my wrists stung and the tears came unbidden to my face, I took it, thanked her for it, and loved her for it.

Then she got the rope and tied me to the headboard, lying on my back. The rope is just small enough to really dig into the skin when I strain against it, just strong enough that breaking it would be real effort, and she loves to tie it nice and tight. She whiped the tears off my face, sucked me hard, and mounted me, teasing and testing me, making me strain against the bonds of the rope as she brought my anger and need out; daring me to break out and grab her ass while she rode me. And at my angriest, at my most needful to burst the rope and take what I needed, she rode down on my cock hard and fast, stroking my length across her g-spot, moaning and groaning and sweating her orgasm out on top of me, stroking me inside of her with millions of muscle contractions teasing and pulling my cum out of me, till I came, unable to hold, unable to think, and shot her full with my wrists red and raw from the tension and struggle.

I love it when she takes control like that.