Sunday, January 29, 2017

Kahani Thappad Ki - A Smack(y) Story

I was getting fucked. Hard. Bareback. His smell was pouring on to my face. His body towering over mine, I felt like my body's center of gravity wanted to leave me and just engulf him. I felt like my mouth was open but my body couldn't articulate how desperately it wanted for every inch to be felt. It felt like his dick would dissolve inside me. The warmth of his dick rose my body's heat. Whenever his dick would hit my prostate, I would simultaneously feel like shitting, peeing, and experience that numbness inside which made me want to just close my eyes, roll them backwards and scream OH FUCKING LORD. I had been told by him couple of times previously that he wanted to slap me. To tie me up and beat the shit out of me. I liked it. Who am I kidding. I fucking loved the idea of it. This time after I came, he asked if he could slap me. I agreed. He slapped me. He started slowly and then his hand hit hard against my cheek. My entire face felt red. Images of teachers slapping me in school, couple of bad fights at home flashed just for a second. I felt like I wanted more. But I didn't! Right? He slapped me again. This time even harder. This time it didn't feel like it had hit my cheek but my brain. My head started spinning. There was sharp ringing noise in my ear. I tried putting my head up but couldn't. I had lost my erection, my dick completely flaccid. He asked me, 'Are you ok? How are you feeling?'. All I said was, 'I am still figuring it out' and gave a weak smile. I honestly didn't know how my face looked. I wanted my eyes to be closed. What if he saw hurt in them? I didn't NOT want this to happen. I wanted it. I consented to it. I wanted to see his face. There was lust. There was anger. There was greed. There was concern. There was confusion. I panicked. Am I giving away too much power? Why the fuck is my cock not responding, but why did it feel like my entire body just came? I wanted him to get angry. I wanted him to actually mean it. To lose control. For him to slap me so hard that my lips would tear and bleed. For my face to get marked by his hand. My body started recoiling a little bit. I instantly felt the need to just get into a fetal position. Twist-idly I imagined him breaking my fetal position and slapping me again. I know you must be thinking how the fuck can ALL of this happen within a matter of minutes but trust me, it's like every minute broke down into million parts for me. I don't know what was happening. Did I want to take control of the situation? But lord, his face. His eyes started reddening. He was looking at me like he owned me. And In that few seconds, I just discovered something about myself. I had never before truly known what being someone's bitch felt like.

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I don't know when did my obsession with getting slapped started. I walk on streets and look at some men and think about nothing but their potential of spitting on my face, slapping me while fucking the soul out of me. Before you start psychoanalyzing this (by all means please do), let me point out that I haven't really been slapped (much) while growing up. I was a well behaved kid you see. I know the discussion here becomes much deeper about figuring out your personal relationship with BDSM and what kind of kinks you want to indulge in or have but something about it always had me confused while I am in bed.

Besides exploring the person's body/interests/bank balance (lolz), one of the things that always hooks me is attempting to situate what kind of power dynamics I have with the person I am in bed with. I am not trying to talk about it in a master-slave sense but in the way of how much power I am willing to give and take without pre-deciding any sort of role while fucking. I am constantly thinking of what ways my tongue needs to touch the body, to what extent I want to pleasure him, till what extent I am willing to take the pain while getting fucked, how my body positions in between fucking: do I caress his back, do I smell his hair pulling him closer to me, in what way do I look into him while fucking/getting fucked by him.....I guess each act becomes a power play. As much as I just let my body be and feel the other person, I get caught up in the imagination of power and the performative display of that power. 

I remember the first time I was slapped (in bed) was when I was in the middle of giving a blowjob. The guy, while pulling my hair at the back and moving my head up and down smacked me with his other hand. I stopped. I almost had tears in my eyes, but made it seem like they were a result of choking on his cock. I was hurt? I was.....intrigued? Spanking, flogging, even punching (not in the face) are things that I have always been okay with. I guess I have just always seen a slap as an act of discipline. Perhaps this is just the kid in me who began his education in a strict Christian convent school talking where slaps were given almost like free fucking candies. Over the years, I have started wondering about what is it about not able to detach meaning with a slap. I have perfectly been able to take other kinds of er humiliations(?) But am I reducing the fun of it all by constantly thinking about stupid things? Not like the other person is devoting so much effort into this right? But how does one NOT figure themselves out through sex! It's so revealing! It makes you see yourself as if you are observing a movie. I honestly thought that maybe I'll know where I am headed with respect to 'figuring out' what really happened inside my head but lolz, I don't know what the fuck am I doing with my life. Why do I actively look for ways to get fucked up. All I know is that I want to see him again. And again.

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He said something about how he finds the scar on my body (as a result of a surgery) to be weird. That perhaps I should get it removed. He said something about how my body isn't really showing any signs that I have been going to the gym. He said something about how I wasn't a good bottom. Even when I had bled a little and still wanted to get fucked by him. Even when we were in bed for hours. And in those moments, all I wanted from him was to punish my ugly body not by evidencing it, but losing control and fuck slap the shit out of me. 

To make me feel a sense of loss, 
of not just giving away a part of my body by letting him slide inside me, 
but a sense of loss by which I would feel some victory over having control over letting myself lose 
by making him the winner and have the control. 

3 comments:

  1. I don't know why I didn't come across this earlier, but I love it as a piece of writing! Not only did it make me try to suppress my erection but the way you have articulately woven words is beautiful. The many little analogies simply blew me! You blew me! (Though I wish it was more in a physical manner)

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  2. Thank you so much Anon! But don't suppress your erection! Unless it's making someone uncomfortable/compromised :P

    And on not coming across this earlier, I am horrible at promoting my blog! Any suggestions?

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  3. It is about control. The psychoanalysis of it is pretty clear cut - one wants to exert power by giving up the power. It's also about sacrifice. That you are giving up a part of yourself, nobly, restraining your inner turmoil or pain, and leaving yourself up to their convenience.

    I had the same fantasies you do and studied the workings of it in great detail once upon a time. What did it mean that I wanted someone to hurt me, or choke me, slalp me and show me what a bad person I was, punish me for not living up to their expectations.... And then I just decided that my body is a living breathing thing, it is my temple and as long as it doesn't hurt anyone else or myself too majorly I'm okay with feeding it's obsession. If Ive learnt one thing it's this. Don't question things too hard. If it feels right do it. If it goes wrong get out of there.

    Hope this helps. You are not alone.

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