BDSM Phone Sex Slut Being Taken In Hand-Part 1

Every once in a while at work, I come across a connection that hits me so hard I have no idea how to rebound from it. I had no idea I would become a BDSM phone sex slut by the end of our day.

 

He was an accountant. He was auditing my work in the billing department, but he moved in too close for comfort. I could smell him as he leaned over me from behind while we were going over spreadsheets. Two days later he sent me a Facebook friend request and sent me a direct message. Simple, and to the point.

 

“I felt it. Say that you felt it too.”

 

He gave me his cell phone number, and I called it that Saturday afternoon.

 

When we first met up in his highrise apartment, he thoroughly checked every box to make sure I wanted to be there and wanted what was happening. It both thrilled me and as a result, killed any sex drive I had for him at the moment. He was touching my fully clothed body when I squeaked out one word.

 

“Stop.”

 

As a result, he brought his hands quickly off my covered tits and shoved them into his pockets. His chest hair was a dense thicket and disguised any sweat that had gathered below it. His button-down shirt lay like roadkill a few feet away.

 

“Why don’t you just let go, Mason?”

 

He tilted his head at me when I said it.

 

“I’m going to say this once. Everything that is about to happen I want. Now, please stop asking me if things feel good.”

 

He raised his eyebrow at me, looking at me like a BDSM phone sex slut.

 

I whispered as I stepped closer and brought my lips a few inches from his.

 

“Even if I don’t want it, or it doesn’t feel good, I want you to take it anyway. Take what you want. Ignore my protests. Stop showing restraint. Let go and be that psychopath that you’ve spent years hiding inside. Or you can use lube… because unless you take control of my body against my wishes, I won’t be able to get wet for you.”

 

I knew it was a gamble to introduce consensual non-consent. But I got a peek into his psyche on our date earlier in the evening.

 

“I’ve never seen a woman eat so much in one bite.”

 

I looked up. He immediately apologized and looked guilty. I smiled and swallowed.

 

“I sometimes have 15 minutes for lunch. I’ve learned how to eat quickly. I’ve spent an enormous amount of time holding back for men, but I’m pretty much over that now. Having a greedy and large mouth is to your advantage and mine.”

 

He chuckled.

 

I shook off the sudden memory. As I finished my words of blasphemy for enthusiastic consent, he stepped back from my lips. Jesus fuck, I love shirtless men. And just like that, his shield came down. It has always been a damn nuisance to be attracted to danger, and dangerous men. But hell if I didn’t I love watching as a self-proclaimed nice guy dropped their act and reconnect with the bastard sadist that was sleeping within.

 

His pupils dilated and the sharp pangs of want began to stroke my insides.

 

Next, he shoved his fingers in my mouth and I choked as he reached to the back of my throat, showing off his domination. There would be no restraints put on me as a submissive. He wanted me to fight back, and I finally knew my gamble had paid off. I was going to be his BDSM phone sex slut.

 

He left the room and returned with duct tape. After, he tore off a piece and placed it tightly over my mouth.

 

“I think I have heard enough out of you.”

 

The awkwardness of first having sex with someone always seems to have the edge taken off with a little consensual non-consent. As a result, there are no real discomforting silences. The head swarms with fear, that turns to passion, that brings out the inner animal that usually remains leashed with a new partner. Fighting back and ultimately losing kept me out of my head and kept him busy conquering what he meant to take without apology.

 

He could hurt me. He could really hurt me. And it made my cunt weep and ache with a burning need for it.

 

Of course, I couldn’t tell him how wet I was with the duct tape, but it didn’t take long for him to notice.

 

After the second backhand across my submissive face, I struggled and wiggled underneath him while he straddled me on the floor and showed his domination. Because of this, tears began to flow down my face. Where he made contact stung like a bitch, and my cheek was throbbing. He grabbed both my hands as I went to give him a right hook, and pinned them on the floor.

 

“You want me to feel sorry for you, you little bitch? It won’t save you.”

 

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