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Boredom allows creativity. Fortunately for me, it leads my husband to find new and creative ways to play with me. I text him that I’m bored at work and he instructs me to find binder clips to attach to my nipples. We were bored at a party over the weekend. The party was boring and full of self-important people. I didn’t want to be rude and leave so soon after arriving and husband was willing to indulge me up to a point.

Halfway through the three hours we were there he instructs me to drink two more bottles of water. He’s so thoughtful. After chugging them down I get up to go find a bathroom and he grabs my wrist. He looks at me and says that I don’t have permission to go. I sit back down and my bladder is uncomfortable and swollen and I start bouncing in my seat to distract myself from the feeling. I make small talk with random people for the next hour and a half and I continue to feel more and more uncomfortable. Husband smirks his way through the rest of the party. We finally leave and start the long slow drive back to our house, hitting every pothole on the way.

We pull up to our house and I’m out of the car before it even stops. I race up to the door and then stand there stupidly. I don’t have the key. I hop from one foot to the other, urging husband to hurryhurryhurry.

He ignores my pleading. He stops at the door and instead of opening it, he turns to me and tells me to piss myself. I laugh it off because that’s completely ridiculous. The bathroom is literally ten feet away! If I held it this long I can hold it till he opens the door. He crosses his arms over his chest and silently stares me down. I hop on my feet and stare back. He leans against the door and waits. I finally realize he isn’t joking and stop hopping. I let go and my face burns with shame and embarrassment. It runs down my legs and pools in my shoes. I look down because I can’t look him in the eye anymore. And then I hear the door open and he’s already stepped through it. He didn’t wait for me to finish.

Unf. So fucking hot. Bladder control and desperation are at the top of my list of kinks.

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The other night I asked my husband to choke me unconscious. He’s choked me lots of times in the past but he always pulled back when I started to fade. He’s reasonably squeamish about going past that point because as much as he enjoys hurting me, he’d like to keep me around for a while. We do have life and responsibilities outside of this thing we do. I understand his hesitance to inflict harm to me that may have lasting consequences. But I still pouted and huffed and puffed about it because I’m a huge brat.

He eventually got tired of my whining and slipped his arms around my neck cutting off my air and circulation. This wasn’t a sexy kind of I’ll-stare-you-while-I’m-fucking-you kind of choking or even a I’m-in-charge-here kind of choking. This was shut-the-fuck-up-cunt kind of choking. I panicked. I clawed at his arms around my neck. I tried to scream but I couldn’t get enough air in my lungs. My arms got heavy and started to fall away. My vision narrowed and started to fade to darkness. And then he let go.

I inhaled too deeply and started to choke. I jerked upright and started coughing. My head was spinning and my limbs were tingling in the most amazing way. I collapsed back down onto the bed once I stopped my hacking. My husband smacked me across the face, calling me a fucked up cunt. I moaned and he smacked me again. Then I raised my face to kiss him. He sneered, called me completely fucked up again and turned me over to spank me.