Tripp is a nice guy. He really is. Anyone who knows him describes him that way. It’s one of the reasons I married him. He truly is one of the nicest people I have ever known. Problem is, sometimes I don’t want nice. I want mean. I like sex rough, particularly as a sub. I don’t care for vanilla. I don’t get off on cuddles and caressing. I get off on getting bruises.
I like being flogged, whipped, and paddled. I really get off on my balls being stretched, crushed, and beaten. Twist my nips hard and I will follow you home. If I’m not sucking you right, smack me. Smack me even if I am. You get the picture.
Getting Tripp comfortable with hurting me wasn’t easy. It’s not unfamiliar territory to him. He’s kinky, and while he’s never been a pain pig, he’s familiar with the scene. I’ve had to figure out how to get Tripp to do things, but once he starts, he usually continues it on his own. He beats my balls regularly. He’s pretty good with a paddle. He goes straight for my tits now. He knows I like it. He’s even adding to our scenes on his own, telling me what to do, how he wants me to stand or bend over, grabbing me by the collar, even putting me on a leash. He’s tied me up and gagged me. He’s gotten me to call him Sir more than a few times. I only do that when it comes out naturally. When he dominates me without me pushing him to do so, it’s a sight to behold and makes me melt inside. He even asked Sir to teach him how to flog me (seriously instant boner time for your boy here). I am loving watching his inner Dom emerge, but it’s a bit of a slog sometimes because his first impulse is to be nice, too nice.
He wants to caress me. He wants to build slowly. Honestly, sometimes I wish he would just grab me by the balls and nips and go to town without foreplay. Sometimes I don’t want to be his husband, I want to be his toy. Do we always have to kiss and cuddle before he gets to the rough stuff? Maybe he needs that. I don’t know. I’d like him to be a little meaner. That would be nice.