“No, please, stop. I don’t want you to. You’re hurting me. Please stop, I, please, I can’t. This is wrong, don’t make me. Please…please….nooooo”
I am silenced by a hand clamping down over my mouth. I struggle, kick, fight but he is so much stronger than me and I barely slow him down let alone get anywhere close to getting free. His laughter rings in my ears, he is taunting me with my own weakness, using it against me. He knows in the end I will exhaust myself, not that he waits for that to happen mind you. Beneath his hand I continue to try and plead and beg, words muffled, cries smothered, he pays no attention to either. He is ruthless, determined, strong, I am nothing compared to all that.
Nor do I want to be
“Please what Slut?”
“I want you to fuck me?”
“Hmm, maybe, maybe not… ask me nicely”
“Please Sir, please fuck me, please….”
“Come on, you can do better than that. If you really want it then beg, use all the dirty words you know, don’t be shy, come on, convince me…”
I feel the heat rising up my neck and exploding in a red-hot blush across my face, a strange mixture of annoyance and embarrassment at the turn of events. For a split second I consider defying you but I know if I do I risk not getting what I want and right now, I really, really want this, you, cock, fucking. I want to be fucked and so I beg. The words tumble out, graphic and obscene, things no good girl should ever say, let alone beg for, flood the room and infect the moment. I only stop talking when you push your hard cock into my mouth.
Begging works for me (us) on a number of different levels, for me in particular it is very much of my consensual non-consent kink. Begging for it to stop, pleading for it to be over etc are all part of the ‘fight’ of my resistance, that I find such a massive turn on for me. Begging for what I want is also something I find hot but of the two of us I think this one maybe speaks to him more than it does me. Don’t get me wrong, it is not that I don’t enjoy it and get off on it but I find it challenging sometimes, the feisty part of my submission wants to kick back and be ‘made’ to give in and it can sometimes be complicated by the fact that if there has already been impact play then sometimes my ability to speak coherently can be impaired. I think this type of begging works for us both just in different ways, for him it is in the moment, hearing those words spoken to him, knowing I gave them up because he pushed me into a place where I accepted that demand is hot for him. For me, I find myself saying things that make me blush and cringe and wishing for it to be to be over, but it is that struggle, that uncomfortable challenge that is what makes it hot for me.