The title is pretty much accurate. My sex-life is awesome even with my partner a state away from me. It might be a little bit more difficult without the physical interaction, but we're pretty much talking to each-other 24/7. Phonesex is a staple of our sexual diet and so are elements of BDSM - but sometimes... well, sometimes we go full-fucking-out.
A couple nights ago we were roleplaying a scene out; generally, when we play, we're both male, so I'll be using 'he/his' and etc for posts like these. We also take names depending on how we want it to go. My partner was Master E, and I was just "zee". Keep in mind that this is long-distance, too; anything he says he's doing to me, I'm doing to myself unless stated otherwise way down there at the end of all this.
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I'm usually dominant over Master E. He's my ponyboy, and I'm his Master, and he follows orders pretty much to perfection. This time, however, I just needed myself a big break from everything - a de-stressing session, I guess - so I decided to order him to be my Master for a round. This is something he's okay with; we've talked about it and gone over it and he doesn't mind it at all. It's something he likes doing. No limits here.
So we went over things, got a safe-word ready, He told me that I would be calling him Sir or Master after every sentence ( after initially deciding I'd have to say Sir before and after, He found I had trouble remembering it and it turned into a kind of hilarious "Sir sorry Sir Sir Sir Sir shi-- sorry Sir I mean Sir sorry Sir!!!" thing for a couple minutes til He changed His mind for both our sake's ) and then everything was good.
Then He grabbed me and flipped me onto my face. No pause, just there, cock pressed right against my ass with minimal prep at best. I was his bitch and I couldn't do a damn thing about it, and it felt so good already. What felt better was him just.. taking me. I had to let him in to the hilt and it stung but in the best way. This wasn't just sex, this was fucking. I was open for Him and He could do anything He wanted.
While He fucked me I wasn't allowed to make noises; panting was fine so I was lucky in that aspect. It's very hard to not make noises while He fucks me, and even harder not to curse - which He forbade me from doing; Him being Aristocracy means that cursing is beneath Him and, as He decided, something I wasn't allowed. I messed up a couple times and got punished for it with a smack on the ass and a vicious twist to a nipple and past that point on, I stopped myself quick almost every time I almost swore.
Now, the only problem is, I was so into the zone that I can't really... remember a lot of what happened. There are bits and pieces, like how He pinned me down and told me He was going to toss me into a stable with horses because I was beneath getting fucked by lowbloods much less Aristocracy ( we've got a kind of a medieval caste system thing going on for some of our sessions ) and was only worthy to be a breeding bitch.
He was pretty rough when He told me that - enough that I've got one of those lovely blank spots up til the point where He came in me. It was... explosive. Mindblowing. If I'd been allowed, I would've jizzed all over the sheets.
He didn't let me come, though. Nope. What He did do was sit back to pull me onto His lap, cock still hilted in me, to talk to me for awhile. He let me speak freely about things, allowed me questions and generally was the best Master ever - I've got some anxiety in situations like these and He's always very good at assuaging it.
He asked me how I felt about the whole thing so far and I asked if I could curse ( I think he was amused by that ) and he allowed me two words of ill repute; my response was "Holy motherfuckin' shit". He laughed.
Aside from that, we went into a lot of different topics. Stuff like hand positions and kisses ( I asked if I could kiss Him and He said yes, but on the neck to show my subservience ) and how they played into things like Masters and slaves and Aristocracy in general - including kissing palms, the backs of hands, feet, foreheads, etc etc. He was very informative and I learned a lot from Him.
He also told me that when He makes a mistake and then apologizes for it, it's better for me to thank Him as it makes Him feel good that He was able to rectify it. I learned that part of being a good Master is taking responsibility for your actions and that saying 'it's okay' to Him is counterproductive if He messes up - so I thank Him for his apologies now, just like I'd thank Him for spankings, fucks or anything else He wanted me to give thanks for.
Eventually I found out from Him that He'd been making me sit on his cock this whole time just to torment me. It had been working and He said that feeling me squirm on Him like I had been was quite pleasant.
It was around that time that He just up and flipped me onto my face again to use me some more. He didn't even warn me that He was going to do it - it just happened and it was even rougher than the first go-around. By then it was even harder for me to not come but I managed it somehow - even when He wrapped a hand around my throat and denied me the privilege of breathing til He saw fit to give it back. He told me He could take it away again if He wanted to, as well, even while I gasped for air.
Then He mentioned punishments. He still saw fit to educate me about things even while taking me so thoroughly; He told me that if I ever bit him with intention to harm ( unless He wanted me to ), he'd punish me severely for it - it would hurt, badly. I asked for permission to ask a question and when He gave it, I asked if He wanted to hurt me. He said yes and mentioned that if I wanted to back out of it, all I'd have to do was use the safe-word and He'd stop. I nodded in understanding and He proceeded to tell me He was going to injure me quite severely and asked how long it would take to heal from a broken arm*. I told Him ( albeit tremulously ) that it wouldn't take too long.
Then He got a board and a couple of vice-grips and slowly, meticulously even, attached my arm out straight to it. He'd also gotten another device - I can't quite remember what it was, but I know that when He pushed on it it squeezed down very tight.
And then He started fucking me again. By then I'd practically been dripping puddles onto the sheets and I hadn't even touched my cock - when He started squeezing my arm between the wood and the metal, I'm fairly sure that 'rock hard' turned into a horrendous understatement of how aroused I was because of Him. I think He knew it, too, because He asked me if I could feel the bone starting to break.
I swallowed, hard, and said 'yes, Sir'. I don't remember if I thanked him for it or not, but if I didn't, I sure should have. Immediately after that, He told me that once He broke it, I'd have to jerk myself off with the injured arm. I almost came right then to the thought, but thankfully, I was able to hold off. After that, things moved fast - he was really reaming me by then and my ass was sore and my arm felt fit to snap and I wanted to come so, so badly - and then suddenly he ordered me to, all while squeezing down on the metal and wood. I thought it was going to snap, and that, on top of the order, was what sent me over.
It was. Amazing. I cried during it. It was so good I couldn't even talk and ended up a gasping trembling mess and He let me go from the device ( no break! ) and pulled me off His cock ( I think He came again ) and then turned me to face Him and put me right back on it for cuddles.
He told me I didn't have to call him Sir anymore and that I was allowed to revert back to normal and I got to bask in my sniffly afterglow all snuggled up to his chest while he gave me aftercare and fended off subdrop. He did really good at that and I calmed down enough to be a happy bundle of post-orgasmic bliss and I'm pretty sure I took a nap on him, even while he was still in me.
It was a very good session.
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*DON'T FREAK OUT. Ahh! Remember, this was a long-distance roleplayed scene. I didn't actually set a device up to break my own arm; he just told me he was and I am more than capable of going with the flow of things. I'm very good at setting myself into the emotional place I would be in if I were actually there, and that's what I do. I was not actually in any harm of getting my limbs snapped, so don't worry! Even if I had been in that physical position, he would have listened to me if I'd spoken our safe-word at any point.
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