#hand stuff
Reaction Junkie and I haven’t fucked in far too long (more than a month), for various reasons. We’ve been meaning to fix that for the last few days, but just haven’t gotten to it.
Well, a little while ago, I said I didn’t understand something, and then made fun of myself. He played along and called me stupid. My cunt clenched and I gasped a little. Reaction Junkie got a look in his eyes and told me, “Get on the floor.” I immediately complied, kneeling at his feet.
“Head down, “he commanded, and leaned forward, putting my head on the floor. He straddled me, pressing me into the ground. He continued to insult my intelligence, saying, “You’re so stupid. You’re an idiot. Retard. Fucktard. Republican. Christian.” I moaned and trembled under him, making him chuckle and say, “You’re getting turned on by me calling you all these synonyms for stupid.”
He stood up and flipped me over onto my back. I looked up at him, afraid and uncertain what would happen next. He climbed on top of me, leaning in for a kiss. Then he continued degrading me as I whimpered and gasped, telling me he would rent me out, tell me how stupid I am, calling me out for being turned on by it all.
I felt him get hard, which just made me hotter and more desperate, which was obvious to him. I moaned and started to grind against him, hoping that he would want to fuck. He said something about having other guys fuck me, and I said, “I want you to fuck me.” “I know,” he replied and, to my relief and excitement, he continued, “go get a condom.”
I tried to head to the bedroom, but he had me pinned. I couldn’t move. I struggled, making him grin, “Why haven’t you gotten a condom yet? If you don’t get a condom in the next five seconds, I’m going to beat the shit out of you.”
The threat made me redouble my efforts, but or course I couldn’t get free. He counted down, “Five…four…three…two…one.” when he got to “one,” I braced myself for impact. He looked around, grabbed one of my squeaky toys off a nearby shelf, and shoved it into my mouth. I bit down as he grabbed my tits and started squeezing. I groaned as it started to hurt, and then he slapped me several times in the face.
He asked me why I wasn’t squeaking, and then turned the toy around in my mouth. I squeaked it a few more times, and he smiled and hit me in the face again. Then he told me to go get a condom, and let me up. I ran to the bedroom and came out. He told me to put it on him, which I did as fast as possible.
Reaction Junkie ordered me to take my pants off, and as I complied, pushed me back into the bedroom and down onto the bed. I spread my legs wide and he got between them, commenting on my action and telling me what a desperate slut I was. He wasn’t wrong. I whimpered and begged him to fuck me.
Then, finally, at long last, he pushed his cock into me. “Oh god,” I moaned, appreciating the feeling I’d missed got so long. He fucked me, telling me about renting me out, talking about things he done to me in the past, calling me names, and turning me on more and more. I wrapped my arms around him and pushed up into his thrusts.
I don’t normally get off during piv sex. In fact, I don’t normally even get on the road to orgasm, but this time I could actually feel myself getting close. I focused on the sensations, savoring them. I felt a change in the way Reaction Junkie was fucking me, and I could tell he was about to cum, which only turned me in even more and made me moan.
He came, looked me in the eyes, and said, “I love you.” I smiled and told him I loved him, too. He pulled out, and I whimpered. “Oh, do you want me to touch you until you cum?” he teased. I nodded vigorously and he started rubbing my clit. I whined and told him, “I want you to fuck me with your fingers.” He happily did so, pushing them into me and making me moan. I started rubbing my clit, and then grabbed a vibrator.
I thought about him fucking me, about him having people fuck me while I was in stocks, and came hard, tensing and moaning. When I came down from my orgasm, we got up to go about our day, and the godfamn fucking fantastic sex left me grinning and skipping. I needed that.
When Reaction Junkie and I reached the party, he suggested we go up to a private room. I was a little unsure, but I decided to go along with it. We went upstairs and picked a room. Reaction Junkie unzipped his bag and began showing off his handcuffs. He’s a bit of a fan. (That’s an understatement. He almost always has like 5 or more sets of cuffs in his kink bag, even if he’s just going to happy hour. And of course, I have to carry the damn thing.) He showed me how to use a couple sets and I set to work putting them on him.
I secured his hands behind his back and cuffed his ankles together. Then I started hitting him a bit. Not very hard, but hard enough. As we played, we chatted. I don’t remember much of what was said, although I’m sure the regular conversation was intermixed with me saying condescending and/or insulting things to Reaction Junkie. I told him I wasn’t sure about having sex, but noted that, I really should since he is a man, after all. At the time, MLAM and I were playing with a fairly intense and all-encompassing context of fucking with my feminism/consensual misogyny, which meant I was supposed to offer myself to any and all men for their pleasure and entertainment.
I also informed Reaction Junkie that he couldn’t give me permission to get off, though, since he was choosing to let me dominate him, thus forfeiting the control over my orgasms he would otherwise have as a man. I enjoyed saying that to him, even if it meant I wasn’t going to get off. At his request, I uncuffed his hands and recuffed them in front of him. I straddled Reaction Junkie and started grinding against him. I continued messing with him, and I was really getting into it.
I told Reaction Junkie to say nice things about me, and he immediately started complimenting me. He said wonderful things about parts of my body, my personality, my intellect, etc. I loved it. I should make him do that sort of thing more often. I uncuffed his hands and he started using them on me. He’s got game in the “hand stuff” department, but I wasn’t quite getting there. I knew what I needed. I needed degradation, consensual misogyny, name-calling, and to feel subby. I felt a bit bad, but decided that it was best to just ask for what I wanted. I asked Reaction Junkie, “Would it ruin it for you if I asked you to say terrible things to me?” Without missing a beat, he slapped me across the face and said, “Shut up, whore.”*
I swooned. Reaction Junkie saw how positively I responded to his words and the slap. He took over and continued this treatment, degrading me and hurting me. I clearly remember thinking “What a clever boy” as he got a handle on the consensual misogyny quite quickly, calling me names, insulting women as a class, saying the kinds of terrible things that get me soaking wet. He hit me, hurt me, and choked me, treating me the way I crave being treated. His words and actions combined to put me in a lovely little subby headspace. When he started playing with my cunt again, I got into it, gasping and moaning. Reaction Junkie said, “Oh? Can I give you permission now?”, calling back to when I told him he couldn’t give me permission to orgasm because he hadn’t been taking his rightful place over me. He continued using his hands on me as I whimpered that of course he could give me permission. He continued rubbing my clit and fucking my cunt with his fingers, gave me permission, and managed to get me close to orgasm.**
By this point, I was both super turned on and super into Reaction Junkie. I said*** that we could have piv sex (whether by saying “Fuck me!” or asking more demurely, I can’t recall), and he took me up on that offer. I grabbed one of the condoms supplied by the space, gave it to Reaction Junkie, and he fucked me. Now, I had mentioned to him earlier that I was into forced impregnation/nonconsensual unprotected sex fantasies. Not one to let a chance to press someone’s buttons pass him by, after he came, Reaction Junkie leaned close and whispered into my ear, “Our baby is going to be beautiful.”
We chatted while we cleaned up the room, and then sat on a nearby couch for a while to cuddle and talk more. Eventually, we went off to do our own thing with other people at the party. Whenever we ran into each other, Reaction Junkie took a dominant attitude with the way he spoke and acted towards me. I had already been hoping to see more of him because of the fun we’d had the previous night, but seeing him in that new light made me even more eager to spend time with him. At one point, he even threatened to choke me out. Then, as I was leaving, I went over to him and was delighted when he grabbed my hair firmly to say goodbye. I smiled to myself as I walked to my car and drove home.
The next day, I texted him, “I had a great time last night! It hurts when I press on my sternum, which is the best. We should definitely hang out again sometime soon.” He responded, “I had a fantastic time too. Glad you enjoyed yourself. Let me know when you want to get together again soon.” “Soon” turned out to be the following Wednesday. And then again the very day I got back from my San Francisco/Colorado trip. We started to see each other most days out of the week. That became spending most nights together. Before I knew it, I had fallen for him, and he had fallen for me.
*Reaction Junkie likes to say this is when I fell in love with him. That’s not actually true. But it did flip a switch in the way I thought about him. I decided, “I need to spend a lot more time with this guy.”
**Reaction Junkie thinks I did get off, although my notes on the night say I got close. Either way, I know I was impressed with his hand stuff game.
***To be honest, I actually can’t remember who offered/suggested the piv sex. Either way, the important point is that I was more than ready to have him fuck me.
Reaction Junkie was much less sleepy after I revealed his surprise present of me starting to learn rope. We got up and ate leftover pancakes. When we finished eating, we got back into bed. As soon as we were there, we started making out and groping each other. At one point, he almost choked me out. That turned me on like crazy, of course. While I was still recovering, he put his hand over my mouth and blocked my nose so I couldn’t breathe. I struggled, but he was on top of me, so there was no chance of breaking free. When he finally let me breathe, he looked down at me and said, “I missed you.” That was exactly what I had been thinking.
Reaction Junkie had never successfully had anal sex before. I decided that day was the perfect time to change that. I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself out. When I went back to the bedroom, I rolled a condom on him, put some lube on it, and fucked my ass with my fingers for half a minute. Then I climbed on top of him and lowered myself onto his cock. I rode him for a while, then we did it from behind. Finally, I lay on my back while he fucked my ass, which is my absolute favorite position for anal. I loved the feeling of his cock inside my ass, which gets unfortunately little use these days. We kept fucking until Reaction Junkie got struck with a wave of exhaustion.
We cuddled up and watched Netflix, alternating How I Met Your Mother and Archer. Not gonna lie, while I got turned on by mentions of choke sex in Archer. Reaction Junkie noticed, and soon enough we were doing some choking of our own. At some point, Reaction Junkie started playing with my cunt. I focused in on it and started fantasizing. I got off. He continued rubbing my clit, and I got off a second time. He was still tired, so I watched a bit more TV and he passed out. I joined him in sleep not too much later. We napped for a couple hours and then headed back to his place.
When we got there, we messed around for a while. I told him I wanted him to get off. Once he started masturbating, I got incredibly turned on, so I joined him. I had one orgasm, and felt like I could go for another, so I went for it. After that one, I thought I’d just relax, but being next to Reaction Junkie as I listened to him and felt him moving turned me on like crazy, so I got myself off again. I was sure I’d be done after that, but I could tell Reaction Junkie was getting close. I felt my cunt clench in response, so I gave myself a fourth orgasm.
When I’d recovered, Reaction Junkie asked, “How many times was that?” “Seven,” I said, “I like that ratio. My other relationships have been too much in the other direction.” His response was, “I like it, too.” Dear god. What a fucking catch. We got ready for bed, but neither of us was tired after sleeping most of the day away, so we stayed up for a couple of hours talking and watching Netflix together.
A perfect reunion.
I wrote this up the day after it happened, and I like the title and the first part, so I’m leaving it, even though the “last night” in question happened weeks ago.
Last night, Reaction Junkie and I played like we haven’t in far too long. We were trying to be productive, and I asked him to order me around, if he was up for it. And boy, did he. He called me names, hit me, and reminded me of my place. I got much more done than I would have otherwise, and enjoyed doing it for more.
Later, when we were relaxing on the couch watching HIMYM in out underwear (that’s love), he started scratching my back. It felt good, so I asked him to keep doing it. When he continued, he started scratching deep and hard, which still felt good, but in a very different way. Next, he had me in my side and started hitting the back of my thigh. He punched and slapped, hitting me hard with both hands. I went to block once or twice, and he ordered me to keep my hands by my sides. I complied, although it was hard as I watched his hands slamming into me and felt the impact deep in my body. He threw in some elbowing and kneeing, and I relaxed and reveled in the pain.
After he stopped, we continued watching, and eventually he began rubbing my cunt. I closed my eyes and got into it. I got close to cumming a couple times, but kept getting distracted by the show. Eventually, I asked him to turn it off. Reaction Junkie shut off the tablet, and kept touching me. After a few minutes, he told me, “Crawl to the bedroom and use your vibrator to get yourself off.” I grinned, got off the couch, and crawled to the bedroom. Once there, I grabbed a vibrator and climbed into bed. I held it to my clit and started fantasizing.
Reaction Junkie joined me after a couple minutes. He lay next to me for a moment, watching me. Then he got on top of me. Next thing I knew, there was a hand over my mouth, holding my nose shut and cutting off my air. I struggled, a futile action, of course, and when he finally allowed me to breathe again, I gasped for air. When he put his hand around my neck and squeezed, I felt my consciousness drift a little and the edges of my vision start to grey. Reaction Junkie let go well before I was close to going out, but even that little bit gave me a rush.
Intermixed with the breathplay and choking, Reaction Junkie lobbed insults at me and growled threats in my ear. He used his hands to hurt me. He hit me, of course, but he also found just the right places to press in and make me grit my teeth and groan. I’d missed the rush of this kind of spontaneous degradation, fear, and pain. I was so turned on by everything being inflicted on me that my pain tolerance shot through the roof. When Reaction Junkie leaned over and dug his teeth into my arm, I moaned and savored the deep pain that resulted. When he let up with the bite, he quickly followed up by punching the exact spot he’d just released. I yelped, and when he started squeezing the area, I sucked in my breath at the building agony.
As he was doing all this to me, I continued to press the vibrator against my clit. I had started out this masturbation session by fantasizing. When Reaction Junkie came in, I’d been distracted from my fantasy. But I soon found I didn’t need it. Normally I have to fantasize pretty hard, and it can be quite a bit of work for me. This time, though, I didn’t have to put in much of my own work to get off. I sunk in to the experience, the fear, the feeling of his weight on me, the pain, the words he was saying to me. And I came, capping off an unexpectedly wonderful evening with an orgasm.
