Kink. A psychological, mental, emotional and physical recipe of ingredients mixed together to create a delicious outcome. Sometimes it’s a simple recipe of lust and debauchery. Sometimes a simple mixture of ingredients that make up an outcome of pleasure and pain.
So many ingredients, so many potential outcomes.
And then sometimes you combine many factors and create a recipe of lust, desire, craving, control and fear.
I like those more complex recipes. The deeper psychological kinks.
Taking a strong and confident woman who is so used to being respected, grabbing her by the throat, driving her to the ground, using my spare hand to force open her mouth as I brutally feed her with my cock, growling at her and telling her what I’m going to do to her next, treating her like a filthy little disposable whore, as I begin to take, make and fucking break her.
Listening to her gag as my cock fills her throat, stealing her ability to breathe, watching her eyes begin to widen as she comprehends that she is finally no longer in control. That she has lost control for the first time in her life, that control taken from her so swiftly, so quickly, that her mind becomes foggy with confusion.
The urgent need to breathe and gain life sustaining oxygen taking over as her survival instincts kick in. She struggles and tries to lash out, as I grab her wrists, lifting them over her head and easily pinning them to the wall behind her with a single hand.
Survival is all that is on her mind, instinct, hope, need to survive, as I keep selfishly using her throat for my own pleasure, explaining to her that she is my fucking whore now and that her ability to breathe, to remain conscious, to fucking survive is now owned by me.
Feeling her struggles weaken until she finally becomes limp as the oxygen in her blood supply begins to diminish and her comprehension levels begin to drop. Watching her carefully, until the moment is right and ripping her head off my cock, slapping her back to consciousness, whilst my other hand drives itself into her cunt, in and out, hard and fucking fast.
Listening to her greedily gasp for air, as a scream fights its way to the surface and emits from deep within her.
But that scream is a mixture of fear and lust and is cut off quickly as I drive my cock savagely into her throat again and her body betrays her in the most shameful of ways for her. Her mind screams all shades of no, but her cunt throbs, clenches and then gushes as the floodgates between her legs open as the first of fucking many forced orgasms rips through her body.
That recipe.
One of my favourite fucking recipes...
