If I fell to my knees I was yanked up by my long hair and forced to start all over. Instead, my human instinct to guard myself from a huge fist slamming into my ribs, jaw, back, head, and stomach only angered him more, to the point where I would get hit so hard I was doubling over gasping for air, crumbling to my knees. I was half his size and nothing I could do would ever come near to being enough to stop a blow from him.
His athletic body was trained to know how to tackle. If I dared to block a hit I would only get it 10 times worse. The real struggles were when I was not tied up though. You would be too if you got beat with a belt time after time again on your bare ass and back. There I was, helpless, in a huge abandoned warehouse where no one could hear me scream no matter how loud I was. Our meetings got moved to the warehouse he owned, where there was a pole I would get tied up to from time to time. What was to come was experiencing so much more brutality and severity. Texts that started off with, “I like to be dominant” and “I will tie your hands if you try to fight back” all the way to, “If you cant find a way to make me cum…I’ll destroy you” and “I want you for an hour…beaten and tortured.” That first time as he said was “just practice” for what was to come. The sexual texts that left me glued to my phone between meetings. I quickly became obsessed with this fucked up relationship we were developing. The same arms that just backhanded my face were now soothing me and making me feel safe. I was so shocked and dumbfounded when, after all the rough sex was over, he pulled me in tight, shushed me to a complete calm, and just held me in his arms kissing me softly on the back of my head. I left that day being slapped across the face, and that was after he fucked my ass. Before I could speak a word, I was on my knees with his cock in my mouth. We met that first time at a hotel, where he quickly threw me against the wall and undressed me. I was completely inexperienced to this dark and sexual world. Never, in all my other relationships, has a guy given me that rough and sensual feel that I so desperately wanted to experience. Teasing you softly and the next second spanking your ass until its bright red.” This excited me beyond belief.
I said I did enjoy rough sex, and he responded, “I would love to tie you up and blindfold you. The texting was nonstop and incredibly flirtatious. I felt like I had nothing to lose by being honest about what I was into, and he was more than ready to open up as well. He was in his forties, very athletic, and had the perfect smile. He was my real life version of Daniel Craig.
I have always been attracted to older men, older men like this one. Unlike all the other Sugar Daddies who are balding, gross, beer-bellied men soon to retire, this guy was HOT. I, being the 23-year-old college grad, single, and loving a good time, was more than eager to open up to this guy I met on there. It all started off with the basic texting after meeting on the site, and then of course talking about what we liked sexually was brought up. The shit we did was so much darker, but he was still just as fucked up. Fifty Shades of Grey is nothing in comparison. We met through that site, but we quickly took things into our own hands. This was not a Sugar Daddy/Sugar Baby gig-no, no. Let me clarify by saying this was a willing relationship between the guy and me.