My own submissive fantasies sometimes scare me.
Am I ill?
A pen pal and I were exchanging emails. He was a sweet and polite man with submissive tendencies. He also indicated he may be a bit of a switch. He asked me if he could write a fantasy about his first meeting with me. Then he said that if I was interested I could write a reply on how I thought our first meeting would go. He wrote it, and it was a sweet fantasy where he got his bum smacked, his cock milked, and then fucked in the ass. Another spanking, and then loving forgiveness.
So I thought I would please him, switch it up, and write him a fantasy with me getting a spanking from him. I guess I got carried away. Here was my email back (edited a bit and images added).
Here is my version… I’ll switch it up.
I knock on your door.
You let me in.
“Strip, bitch,” you tell me.
“Yes sir…”
I am completely naked. You walk around me, grabbing my ass, squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples.
You reach between my legs from behind. I feel your fingers penetrating my moist sex, your thumb pushing insistently against my asshole.
“Bend over,” you whisper in my ear.
I bend over, your fingers slide more deeply into my cunt, your thumb slides into my asshole. I gasp. Your other hand reaches around and grabs my dangling breast painfully hard. You lean down and breathe into my ear. You say, “I’m going to whip your ass so hard, slut, that you’ll be begging me to stop. But there’s only one kind of begging that will make me stop whipping you, you dirty little whore. You’ll beg for my cock to fuck every hole you’ve got. You’ll beg for my cock in your mouth, in your pussy, and in your ass, one after the other. When I think you’re sincere, bitch, I’ll give you what you beg for.”
You make me stand straight, I am practically lifted off my feet by your fingers in my holes. You walk me like that to the spanking bench. Your hand stays in as I straddle the horse, kneeling on the leg supports. You take your hand out from my wet sex and tight asshole, push my head down, and slap my ass hard. You fasten my wrists and ankles down, and fasten the buckles around the backs of my knees. You fasten a leather strap across my low back and tighten it down which causes me to arch my back for you.
You slowly walk away. You return swishing an evil thin rod. You start whipping my ass with it! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!
OWWWW! NOOOOO! OWWWWW! PLEASE SIR! PLEASE!!!!
“You know what you have to beg me for, to make it stop, cunt. Are you slow?”
“OWWWW! OHHHH! PLEASE SIR! PLEASE FUCK ME!!!! PLEASE!!????!!!”
“Where slut? What comes first, slut?”
“OWWWW! MY MOUTH SIR! PLEASE FUCK MY MOUTH SIR!!!!”
“You get your wish, you dirty whore, a nice thick cock deep down your throat.”
You take your pants off. You are naked below the waste. Your cock is hard from whipping me. You put your cock right in front of my mouth.
“Kiss it first, slut,” you say.
Trembling, I reach out my neck and give the tip a kiss.
“Open”
I open my mouth, making my lips into a round O for you. You slide your cock into me. All the way down my throat.
I struggle to relax my throat and not gag. You pull out and then pump it in again. You repeat, over and over and over again. I am choking and gargling and salivating as you fuck my mouth.
You pull out. There are tears in my eyes and running down my cheeks. I am covered in my own saliva. My nicely applied mascara has run down my face.
“That’s enough for you, bitch, you seem to be enjoying it too much.”
You walk away from me and return with a leather strap. STRAP! Right across my ass cheeks. The strap reverberates through my spread pussy and asshole. STRAP! STRAP! STRAP!
“PLEASE SIR! PLEASE! STOP!!!!”
“You are slow, bitch,” you say.
“PLEASE SIR! PLEASE FUCK MY PUSSY SIR!”
STRAP! STRAP! STRAP!
“Convince me you want it, whore.”
“PLEASE SIR! FUCK MY CUNT! I NEED TO HAVE MY CUNT FUCKED SIR. SO BADLY! PLEASE FUCK ME HARD AND DEEP. PLEASE SIR! PLEASE! FUCK MY PUSSY!!!”
“Since you’ve asked so nicely, whore.”
You get behind me. I feel the engorged head of your penis at my cunt lips.
“You needy little slut!” you say, “you’re soaking wet!”
You push deep into me with a single thrust. You grab my hips and you pump your cock into me. In and out! Hard! Deep! I yell out in a combination of pain and intense pleasure.
You fuck me hard for five long minutes and then you pull out.
You walk away from me. You return with a paddle. A large paddle. A sorority style heavy wooden paddle with large holes drilled into it. You pull it back and swing it hard to slam into my sore butt.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
“OWWWWWW!!!!! OH PLEASE SIR! PLEASE FUCK ME IN THE ASS! PLEASE FUCK ME HARD IN THE ASS!”
WHACK!!!
“OWWWW! NO! REALLY SIR. PLEASE. I NEED AN ASS FUCKING SIR. I NEED IT NOW. PLEASE!!!!”
WHACK!!!
“OWWWWWW. OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT! PLEASE SIR! PLEASE FUCK MY ASSS!!! PLEASE!!! I’M BEGGING YOU!!!!!”
WHACK!
“PLEASE!!!!”
“That will do, slut. Your ass is a mess. Red, white, and bruised blue. You’ll have my marks on you for a week at least.
Do you still want it up the ass, bitch, or more of the paddle?”
“THE ASS SIR! FUCK ME IN MY ASS SIR! PLEASE! YES SIR! YES SIR! PLEASE!”
“Well then I’m happy to oblige such a dirty little whore of a girl.”
You put down the horrible paddle. You dip your cock into my pussy. It’s all the lube I’ll get. You push the head into my asshole. You insistently push it home. I yell out at the pain!
“Take your medicine, bitch,” you tell me.
You slide your cock in and out and in and out. The pain is extreme. Both from your cock, and from your thighs slapping into my whipped, strapped, and paddled ass cheeks. You keep pumping harder and faster and harder and faster. I think I’m going to faint! Then you let out a guttural moan and I feel my rectum being filled with your hot jizz. It keeps coming and coming and coming.
You pull out. You walk away from me. You clean yourself off from my dirty asshole. You return with a butt plug. You stuff it into my ass, trapping your copious sperm inside of me. You unfasten me and tell me to get dressed. You tell me I’m a dirty unfaithful whore. You tell me to go back home to my husband. You understand he likes eating ass. “Make him eat my cum out of your asshole, bitch. Make him look at your beaten and bruised ass and stick his nose in your sore fucked pussy as he does it, and show him what you really need from a man.”
You throw me out of the door into the street, crying and disheveled.
You see what I mean when I say I get carried away??? I was not intending to write all that. It was just going to be a sweet little spanking for me. But then I just started writing, and this degrading misogynistic filth poured out of my brain. I definitely don’t want all that to happen for real, but then why do I obviously fantasize about it? Reading it back makes me wet. I diddled myself and came thinking of that happening to me. Finding and doctoring photos from the web to illustrate it for the blog shames me, but I do it anyways. I do not approve of those things happening to any woman!!!
Do I subconsciously resent my husband for being such a pussy sub in the bedroom? Is this what I want for myself?
Source: Strict Julie Spanks
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