The Hottest Kinky Sex I Ever Had Came Without Rope or Wands

The hottest kinky sex I ever had came without rope, floggers, or magic wands. It was just me, him, and his black, black mind. With nothing to restrain me, he wove control out of words. He threw it at my lust until I wanted to scream. I felt as though I was being flayed alive. Years later, I fell in love with a man who had little more than a pair of restraints. He didn’t need much more. His thoughts were every bit as evil as a violet wand. He felt for my sexual weaknesses until he knew exactly what to do with them. He took and he gave until I was a knot of unmet desire, crawling in a muddy corner, frayed and degraded.

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I found the kink scene after that, and ‘round here, everyone had a toy shelf. They made floggers and wove their scenes out of things that buzzed and shocked and suspended. The rope was sublime. The buzzing was better, but I came to miss BDSM that relied on the mind alone. At parties, everyone has their favourite set of toys. Everyone has a skill. Everyone has a class.

Last year, I saw a man force a bottom to walk across the room naked at a party in Ohio. Her shoulders hung so low I thought she might fall over. This is hardly kinky if you go by community trends, but it was the hottest scene I’ve seen at a kink event. He knew exactly how to humiliate her, and all he needed was a whispered bit of nothing in her ear that none of us could hear.

My favourite part of BDSM is the intimacy. I want to know you. I want you to know me. I want us to build a new thing out of our most terrifying secrets.

I once knew a man who loved me so well I wanted to tell him my every shame. I shared things with him I swore never to tell, and every time I laid a secret at his feet, he found a new way to control me. You can suspend a bottom for 15 minutes and feed her orgasms for hours, but this man could achieve both for weeks on end. No orgasm was enough to cut off his influence. I was always wet. I was always begging for rest.

Rest never came, so my world shrunk to the size of a snow globe foggy with lust. I could barely see into the next hour. It was the most profound experience I’d ever had, and in time, I grew larger because I learned my own secrets. I grew bolder because he learned them, too, and loved them. For the first time in my life, I was wholly adored. Do you know what a submissive does with an experience like that? She gives. She submits. She serves, and no amount of rope skill can achieve that.

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