Random Rambling Rants

Was reminded of Butterfliesandcuffs' challenge just now from LongerJohnny's own wonderful contribution.

I have chosen this image below as the inspiration for my story.

As with a prior post, Trigger Warning for those with sexual abuse histories, this post will explore the CNC kink.

And away we go...

Annie lied awake, tossing and turning with frustration but dared not make more sound than that. He was right in the next room and she silently cursed the thin walls of her apartment. With the abnormally warm night not helping, she continued turning over and overthinking back to how stupid it was to let that one comment out earlier...

Earlier that evening Annie was hanging out with her one best friend she made from uni, Ethan who was older than her by a few years but that was never an obstacle to their friendship. They've always had that special connection where no matter the time spent apart, things picked right back up where they left it whenever they could find time for each other again and tonight was no exception. In fact, Annie had been looking forward to this for weeks as it had felt longer than usual since they last hung out. Dinner and drinks were great, the conversation was as wonderful as it could have been, it continued when they returned to her apartment as Ethan was going to spend the night since he lives so far away now. It just ended so awkwardly as they were pulling the futon out together.

Conversation had turned to each other's dating lives and Annie was complaining about hers as usual, nothing new, with Ethan sympathizing like the great friend he always is. Recalling the last failed date, Annie talked about how she was so glad she didn't tell that date about this futon since he refused to leave that night and she had to call the cops from her bathroom. Ethan was shocked by this and said that was horrible and sorry that it happened.

"I've had way worse than that," Annie let slip casually. A rare moment of truth and vulnerability. She caught herself right away and was thoroughly embarrassed. She couldn't handle the look of shock and pity that came from Ethan's eyes. "It happens to every woman, it wasn't that bad, seriously. I'm fine," was how she replied to those eyes. She felt so uncomfortable, she worked so hard to never let those memories ever have control over her ever again, she hated the pity look more than anything else.

"May I ask wha..." Ethan began to ask before he was cut off by her emphatic "NO!"

There was a brief awkward silence followed by a much softer "no, I don't want to talk about it. It's in the past, I'm over it."

And that was that, after asking if there was anything else he needed Annie excused herself to her room. Lying above her covers from the heat of her embarrassment and the evening air, she was just wondering if she should have offered Ethan something to combat it when there came a soft knock on her door. Quickly getting underneath her top cover, Annie said "Come in" and Ethan opened the door a crack. He was in nothing but his boxer briefs and said "I was wondering if you were still up."

Sitting down on the edge of her bed, Ethan looked deep into Annie's eyes and simply stated "Tell me what happened, you know you're safe with me right?" And he reached down to put his hand on her bare shoulder. It was true, Annie felt comfort, warmth, and most of all safety in that gesture. She opened up.

Not just about the first time at the concert on her 18th birthday, or the second time at the sorority sleepover, or even just the third and fourth. All of them, all the times in her life when she said no to the person and they continued against her will, when they wouldn't listen. By the end she was a gibbering crying mess, not just from the memories of bringing it all back but the shame of sharing it all with the one person she couldn't handle being pitied from. Her mouth couldn't stop however, she just kept rambling and spilling everything out, detail after embarrassing detail.

It was near the end when she shifted that she noticed it. During the course of the conversation she ended up shrinking further and further into a tiny ball in his lap. When she looked down she saw how hard and big Ethan had gotten through his boxer briefs. Immediately he was stammering an apology and Annie tried to reassure him. "Shush, it's okay. Really, sometimes when I think back on them I get turned on too..." And as if that was the green light to go, Ethan let out the most bestial groan and pushed her down further into the mattress.

In the fastest and easiest of movements he was on top of her, pinning her down with ease. Annie couldn't think of anything at that moment except how wonderful his cologne smelled, that heavy dose of cedarwood intoxicating her. Ethan just looked so... hungry at that point...

"Don't... please..." was all Annie could whimper out before Ethan slapped her. First across her small tits, then harder across the face. She cried out and tried to hold her cheek but Ethan easily kept her hands pinned together above her head with one hand, a surprising strength she never would have guessed he had. With his free hand that was just used to abuse her, it slipped easily into her tresses where they found a good handful and gripped, locking her head up so he could see her face completely, which was full of tears by this point.

And he kissed her. Not kissing back initially because of the shock and shame of the situation but the emotions gave way to an urge she didn't know she had. Their tongues explored each others' while she felt a confusing mix of disgust, need, violation, hunger, shame, and above all of them, desperation.

During this was when he let go of her hair and explored further down her body, to the shape of her neck, her hard nipples, the soft curves of her waist, and finally... "You're wet," Ethan commented, "what a good girl." And she was.

"What else happened to you?" He asked as first one finger penetrated her, then two. Annie was rotating her hips at this point, rutting herself on his hand, in tune to his rhythm and movements. She recalled a time when she was followed home from the bus stop, how she was bent over against a dumpster in an alley mere yards away from where they currently were. When the fingers stopped rubbing inside her, she paused her story too. "I didn't say stop," Ethan said as he took off his briefs and entered her finally.

It wasn't the longest she's had, but it was definitely one of the thickest. It hurt. It hurt so good with the burning, tearing sensation. And she endured it, continuing her rape story as she was currently being raped. There was a gentleness in the roughness, a surreal experience as she began to disassociate. She felt the deepest connection forming as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear, all the while having a complete out of body experience. Mind was racing with so many conflicted thoughts but her body was responding with complete certainty and focus in purpose. To satisfy him.

It was when he flipped them over, to have her riding on top of him that she completely went feral. Like a bitch in heat, she rode him furiously, clawing back at his chest and arms to find a good grip, knees and calves squeezing back at his waist and thighs. There was an almost animalistic howl as she screamed and orgasmed, a release of all these emotions and trauma. Ethan followed not long after, releasing deep inside her as he felt her literally milk his own cock with how much she was squeezing him.

Collapsing out of sheer exhaustion, both mentally and physically, Ethan cradled and cuddled Annie as she lied on top of his chest, weeping gently. Shushing and holding her tight, they fell asleep like that, her feeling safe and warm in his arms. She awoke with a start when the first rays of sunlight hit them, still in the same positions as when they first dozed off. Embarrassed again, she tried to move gently but he awoke with her and smiled sweetly as if he last night was just a dream. Kissing Annie's forehead and cuddling her, it did feel like a dream for a brief moment. Until he rolled on top of her and she felt how stiff he was again...

Annie became Ethan's soon after, even proudly calling herself his girlfriend to their small circle of friends. They never knew how hungrily he devoured her on a daily basis, that he never took no for an answer. That they kept that tiny little apartment, even after they moved in together several cities away. They would always find time to go back and celebrate that first night he claimed her...

Nobody owes you anything

Just because they upload risque pictures or identify as a sub, does not mean you own them by default

If she comments on your post, it doesn't mean you own them

If she replies to your message, it doesn't mean you own them

If she has a polite conversation with you lasting longer than 12 minutes, it doesn't mean you own them

The entitlement y'all are showing is fucking embarrassing

There is nothing wrong with flirting and being playful, what crosses the line is when you start laying claim to people you have ABSOLUTELY NO RIGHT TO CLAIM

Submission is earned, not expected

Giving all of us Dominants a fucking bad name, Mr Rogers would be ashamed of y'all

After having been not just part of our community but various other kink communities, both online and in person, it's surprising to me how much of an argument this can be. Just like everything else in life, there is no "right" or "wrong" way to practice your kinks with your partner. The only solid rule I can think of is also what most sane people would agree upon, as long as you're not hurting anyone else, you do you.

That means everyone involved should be a consenting member, IE don't be practicing a kink in public that involves an audience that didn't consent to be your audience. Before all you exhibitionists get in an uproar, I'm an exhibitionist myself and there's a "right" way and a "wrong" way to do it. Limit as many factors as possible of having the consenting audience and the non-consenting audience. There's a big difference between having public sex in an adult theater and fucking during the Friday showing of the next Pokemon movie. Fucking in a school playground in the middle of the city and being 30 feet off of a hiking trail in the middle of the Canadian Rockies.

Otherwise, stop yucking each other's yum. If all parties involved are doing it safely and all parties are consenting, why are you judging if I wear the top half of a horse costume and my partner is squeaking like a dolphin as they ride me? You don't see me coming in to your bedroom and judging the angle of your penetrations. But really dude, try 5 degrees more to the left, your back will thank me.

Make time for your loved ones, the ones who mean something to you, the ones who have been there for you, the ones you know love you in return.

Don't have regrets when that time ends due to things outside of your control, whether it's natural causes or accidents or just the way life happens, when it's time to say goodbye have it be one where you don't wish things ended differently. We all have more control over this than we realize. We all take it for granted. So let this be the reminder you need. Pick up that phone and call or even just text. "Hey, was thinking about you. Let's catch up soon, love you."

Let's all take advantage of our loved ones today and every day going forward.

Names are important. They're the first form of our identity that we learn to associate with. They're the first word we learn to say after "Mama" and "Papa"(or whichever paternal titles you were taught), our own names. Names have power. They have a special meaning.

And on a level below, titles that we've earned have a power as well. Titles such as "Master", "Dom", "sub", "princess", etc. They all have a special place and significance. And I don't think enough of us appreciate that.

Full warning, this is a fantasy post dedicated to someone who has admitted to CNC fantasies with me. If you are trriggered by that due to trauma or personally offended by it, consider this your last warning to stop reading and leave.

Also to the one this is dedicated to. You know who you are. Fuck you too.

Because this is how we never met.

There's a coffee shop near your university that I've went to for years. Nice comfortable seating arrangements, strong wifi, playlist played at a low enough level that you can easily ignore it as background noise, it was the perfect place to people watch. Most guys would nervously look away when caught staring, I never do. With me it was a game of chicken to see who would look away first. And I always win. That day I caught your attention and when you looked down with your cheeks turning flushed, I smiled a little and went back to my book. I don't usually see a lot of repeat faces but yours was one I soon became familiar with. The staring matches we had became increasingly intense.

Finally one day I had enough and approached you. Taking the empty seat across from you, we talked for the first time. We got to know each other a little but I could tell you were slightly apprehensive and had your walls up due to our age gap. But little by little over that afternoon, I took them down brick by brick. I was sweet, charming, smart, completely disarming you and lowered your guard. You actually offered your number to me at the end when the shop closed and we needed to go our own ways.

Our texts went from there. You never had to tell me you were a sub or that I was a Dom. Nature took its course and everything went the way it should. I never gave instructions or commands, just suggestions about what I enjoy seeing my partner would wear. A short length dress with those tasty slits up the thigh on the side, how much I loved it when my partner wore nothing underneath, making everything easy access. It was nice. Flirty but not too direct or obvious. It was playful.

Dinner was wonderful, I found a nice place not far from your apartment. Two great bottles of wine in and the process was going even more smoothly. Being the gentleman but without putting you on a pedestal, ridiculously easy to lead the course of the evening without forcing you to follow it but you wanted to anyway. It was comforting. By the end it was assured I would walk you home. There was no room to deny, question, or even consent to it. At that point anything I said, you would have agreed whole-heartedly.

Making out was just heavenly when we went inside your place. Maybe you had no intentions of having sex with me earlier that night. Maybe you're the type that doesn't put out that soon. But we stayed in that magical heated space of making out for what felt like hours. I applied a constant pressure and weight against your trembling body. And that's when I changed it up, I held your hands pinned above your head and when you tried to move one I just tightened my grip. That realization in your eyes that I wasn't going to let you move anymore was more delicious than our dinner.

You told me to stop, you told me you didn't want it, you told me you weren't ready. I responded in the same even confident tone I've been using the whole night "Yes you did, you wanted this, you deserve this. It's what we both want, it's what we both need. It's for the best." You denied it still... I remember when I finally got inside you, I pointed out how wet you were and how loud that wetness was. Again in that same voice I remind you how much you wanted this, even as you still denied it.

I could tell you were fighting against it all, especially that orgasm that was building up. So I continued in that voice to relax, to let it happen, to trust that I know best, and I kept building that pressure up. And still you kept saying no, that I was wrong, that you didn't want it. So I responded still in that voice, "If that's true, then prove it to me. Prove it to Daddy by not cumming." I watched with pleasure as you focused your whole being on not cumming. But you couldn't. Not with a real Daddy. There was an actual explosion of fluids which sent quivers up and down your whole body. And as I watched your body go into convulsions I finally changed the tone of my voice... "that's My girl, isn't that better?"

After the waves subsided you started to cry. You wailed that you didn't want it, that you wanted me to stop. And I just continued in my new tone that this was what you needed, that this was what was best. You begged me to stop. I said that I'd believe you if you didn't cum again and I knew you were going to. As soon I said it, I felt your body respond to me. It was actually scrumptious to see you have hope in those eyes, to actually see that you though you just had to not cum and it would be over. But sure enough, the harder you tried to stop it, the more the pressure built. That second orgasm was even more loud and intense than the first. You actually wrapped your legs behind the small of my back as you screamed.

"Good girl.... that's My girl... you're doing so well..."

I could see the confusion in your eyes. Did you really want this? Why did it feel so good? I kept repeating in that voice that yes, you wanted it, that this was for the best. I could feel it, that you were going to cum again. And as soon as I said it, I knew you could feel it too. It was building, maybe stronger than the last two. I could tell you weren't going to fight it this time, that you finally gave in to your wants and desires. So right when you were about to explode again...

I stopped. I pulled out of you suddenly.

The build-up was ruined. You were a nervous, panicky mess. And I gave you the same look, the same stare from our games of chicken. "Tell me you want to cum"

You didn't know what to say. I saw your thoughts were racing through your face, literally asking yourself if you did or not, and then the barest of whispers "I want to cum" escaped your lips.

"Tell me I was right. Tell me you wanted it."

Again, that same look on your face as the thoughts battled in your mind. "You were right. I wanted it."

"Tell me I know what's best for you."

"You know what's best for me."

So I laid on my back and lifted you up to straddle me. "you want My cock inside of you." and you repeated, "I want it inside of me."I instructed you to put it there and you obeyed. You rode me and I didn't have to exert myself at all. And you orgasmed without resistance. I held you close and reminded you what a good girl you were for me. I lifted you gently and took you to the small bathroom and ran a nice hot bath for us, cradled you in my arms as I scrubbed you clean, whispering again and again how you were my good girl now. I spent the night there and in the morning you made yourself cum on me again.

You would have been with me now since the spring. You were supposed to have a summer job but you just didn't go. All I said was you didn't have to go and you knew I was right. All I have to do is tell you what you want and need and your simple mind just adopts it, like it's always been true. It always has been true and you just needed me to confirm it. The semester is starting next month and I'm waiting for you to ask me if you should go. Because you will always need me for the truth.

Every sub should know they don't have to apologize or feel bad if they don't want to do something or don't enjoy something, You can always say a simple "No." or "No, I'm not into that" you don't have to ever apologize for not being into something. If your Dom/me is a real Dom/me they will listen to all of your needs. Communicate with your Dom/me, we really appreciate it and enjoy it. Don't bottle up and let your negative thoughts fester or worse, run away from the problem hoping it will go away on it's own.

I want to feel like Superman, I want to be able to do it all, to be the best friend, the emotional pillar, the handyman, the one to fix everything, to be amazing in bed and out of it, to bear the weight of all your burdens too.

But sometimes I'm just a guy.