I laughed a little the other day when I saw the Fetlife safety police jump all over some woman that asked about forced inebriation of her slave. “Get a good lawyer!” one said. “I can’t believe you could be so irresponsible,” said another. “A recipe for date rape!” yet another cried.
For Christ’s sake, people–get a grip.
W has force-fed me wine more than once, and I love it. Yes, because it’s just wrong. And yes, because there is that non-consensual element to it–he’s forcing me to a state where I’m not in control enough to give “true” consent. So? I gave up that kind of moment-to-moment consent a long time ago.
He’s force-fed me other things as well. He’s forced me to lick his cock clean of my own blood after he’s fucked me and of his piss after he’s used the toilet. He’s made me clean his cock, toys and fingers after he’s shoved them inside of me–both my ass and pussy. I’m not sure why it’s so hot to me that he makes me do this, except that I really really don’t want to. It’s dirty, and it’s disgusting–and yet, I do it. I take whatever dirty appendage he offers into my mouth and I lick and suck it clean, no matter how I choke and gag. But when I’m done, and he cups the back of my head in his hand or brushes the hair back off my cheek, I forget all about being disgusted. I’m his, and that’s enough.
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