Inside Her Mind

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The following is a written version of a night of sex and fantasy.  While sitting with my lover, we sometimes come up with ideas for role-play scenes we’d like to enact. 

Since we are both consenting adults with lots of pre-arranged understanding, role-play is lots of fun. We do not, however, condone rape in any form, and we do not condone non-consensual sex in any way.

The characters in this story are strictly consenting adults who pre-arrange to take on the roles as written.

If you can’t differentiate between consensual adult sex games and rape, please see our Main Page and Information Section before reading any further.


Inside Her Mind

"I wanted to open you….I wanted you open…"

That’s what he told me afterward. So that’s why he was touching me that way…..

 

He pushed me forward onto my knees on the bed. I fell forward onto all fours. Then he pushed my spine, just below my ribs…pushed my head down onto the bed. I felt threatened, exposed, so I tried to move, but when I tried to lay flat he grabbed my waist and pulled my hips up against him again, raising my sex into the air, then pushed my shoulders down again. I even tried to slide my knees, to escape my exposure, but he grabbed my waist and hoisted me higher. The force and strength of his arms lifting me up to him slid my knees in place to suit him exited me – I was no match against his strength….and I felt so totally exposed to him.

Then there was the overwhelming feeling of the tension in his hands as he shoved my ass against him, driving my body to meet the tempo of his thrusts. Strong hands held me where he wanted me, strong fingers rooted themselves in my waist; he controlled the movement of my body. And he drove himself into me. Sometimes he pumped me against him hard and fast, then he’d suddenly change the pace and move slowly. I wondered if he sped up out of animal lust. The sounds of his grunts spoke of his selfish pleasure, taking me for his excitement. The possibility flooded my mind with excitement. I was completely accessible to him….full, easy access. My vulnerability -- his excitement…is it true? The idea was too wonderful for me to believe.

Suddenly while he was fully inside me, his rhythm changed and he slowed down. He was looking at the sight of his cock inside me; he was enjoying the view, I could feel it. He pulled back just a bit, not far enough to pull out of me, just far enough to see. Then his hands started roaming. Spreading my ass wide, he opened me before him. Reaching between my legs he groped my thighs and spread me before him. I felt completely vulnerable. Does he realize what this does to me? Does he honestly do this for himself, for his own excitement? My mind reeled.

When I started to resist and lifted myself onto my arms, he shoved me down again. This sent a massive wave of pleasure through my body. And then he fucked me. Savagely. Without restraint. And again his hands explored my exposed ass and thighs. Spreading me wider before him he plunged in and out of me again, short, quick strokes at first, then long, deep and hard thrusts, faster and faster. I could feel his balls slapping against my clitoris, teasing me even more. I wanted him so badly. Then I thought, "what if I tried to escape him now?"

What if I tried to escape him now….would he stop me? Could he? I imagined his response - the force of just one arm, his strong grip around the top of my thighs, pulling me in place and holding me there while he fucked me, even more violently for having tried to escape. A "punishment". I imagined the power of his other hand pushing my face into the bed. Invading my thighs, taking pleasure in touching me wherever he pleased while he held me in place for his pleasure, fucking me for his pleasure. I imagined how the pleasure of his intensity would make me entirely powerless.

I imagined that so long as my hands were free, though, he’d never be able to stop me – it would be too much for him to struggle against. He’d be so distracted by my struggles, so distracted by attempting to control me, that he’d not be able to take me at the same time.

Then I imagined my wrists bound. I imagined them tied to some rope or belt, attached to some point far across the bed, over my head. I imagined my arms pulled straight, taut, pressing my shoulders into the mattress and my face pressed against the cotton below me. I imagined the tension in my body as he pulled my hips back against him, stretching my arms even further, totally preventing me any control. I imagined his pleasure at having me totally accessible, totally incapable of stopping him or distracting him or resisting him. I imagined him admiring his handiwork, pleased with his ability to render me helpless to resist him, knowing that this would create overwhelming pleasure in my mind.

I even imagined he’d maybe bind my knees in place – spread apart with a bar between them, or tied spread to the legs of a bed. I imagined his pleasure toying with me, slowly touching me in all my most vulnerable places, deliberately teasing me, deliberately making me gasp. I imagined him playing with my mind, letting me know by his words and his fearless touches that I could not escape him and that he’d take advantage of me - when and how and for as long as he pleased. My excitement at these images grew.

While I fantasized, his hand slid across the back of my waist, and then he slid his hand down the middle of my back, my ass. I gasped wondering if he was contemplating what I thought he might be, but his hand moved away to the inside of my thigh. Then he slid it up along the outer edge of my sex, and up the crease between my legs to the very tight area behind. With a slight pause he pushed his thumb firmly against…. My mind reeled.

I imagined being bound as I had before, I imagined him fucking me savagely, that still I would feel some small shred of control over my mind. But the thought of this final possession, of him penetrating me in both places at once, this final intrusion…. There would be no way left for me to feel any control. I would feel totally dominated. I imagined him inserting something inside me – his thumb, something else – not painful….but the pleasure of the absolute, overwhelming possession of being penetrated in both places. I imagined the wave of pleasure it would create in me. I remembered the night in the darkroom, how he invaded me there, how it made me feel so so so exposed, so helpless, vulnerable. I remembered how open I felt to him then. I imagined how it would feel to be fucked in both places.

To combine them, to combine the feeling of that kind of "invasion" together with the mental image of being bound in this position before him, totally at his mercy, "involuntary" submission, made my mind explode. I imagined how it would feel to be mastered by him, taken in both orifices, my arms stretched above me.

I imagined my breasts hanging exposed and accessible to him, imagined him leering at me and groping me everywhere, savagely. Touching me where he knows it will effect me most, my nipples, my belly, below my ribs, inside my thighs, the outer edges of my sex, provoking my pleasure, pulling my arousal out from within me "against my will".

I imagine this position, him taking my throat with both hands, fucking me savagely.

I imagined feeling him staring, exploring every exposed inch of my body with his eyes, drinking in the view of my absolute openness, his eyes enjoying the pained expression on my face that his dominating me would bring. Does it really excite him that much to see my helpless pleasure? Would it excite him to dominate me, knowing that my full submission would be my highest pleasure, or would he rather leave me unbound, free, "willing"?

Doesn’t he know that I would willingly submit to him for the pleasure of being taken by him, or is he fooled by the façade of my resistance? Would he think that I’d never let him, would he ignore my panting and my wetness and my moans and believe that my "no" was real? Does he know that I wouldn’t really mean it? I don’t want to send mixed signals, but doesn’t he know that if I really was serious, there would be more than one signal? He’d hear it in my voice, my breathing would not be excited, my body would not writhe, my eyes would not be heavy with lust…we’d come up with our safeword – "red" means stop. I’d not be using that word tonight.

Which excited me more, the idea of being totally immobile while he satisfied himself - "involuntary" submission - or the idea of him penetrating me in both places, pushing me to the edge of insanity? Either way it felt like full dominance….just so long as I didn’t give it to him willingly, freely, easily.

My eyes closed, my mind reeled.  He had his way with me.