Three months ago, this girl was an avid political girl. She liked watching movies, cuddling, romance. A normal, healthy, suburban girl; a family person through and through.
I met her in the cinemas alone. When I asked her out, she agreed. We went out the next day and as I leaned towards her at the end of the night, she pushed me back and told me she didn't really kiss on the first date.
Obviously, we fucked on her apartment that night.
She wasn't lying, though. We made do without the kissing part. For a week at least. I offered to be fuck-buddies, and she agreed.
Eight days later, while she begged to cum around my cock for the nth time, eyes tearing up from the teasingly slow pace, I kissed her for the first time. As if she was waiting for it, she swiftly reciprocated. From then on, we were official. Two weeks after that initial fuck, she started paying less attention to politics. Not enough time to do so. With our relationship and all. I take her on dates, keep her happy. Make her addicted to me. We drink alcohol, and pound each other like rabbits. Fuck harder and rougher with each time.
After a month, we stopped watching movies and cuddling.
Another week, she stopped going home to her parents. Instead, we'd look for rough porn and try that shit out.
A week later, we tried fucking while high on coke. She kept cumming constantly. So, saying she enjoyed that was definitely an understatement. The next following days, I denied her any sort of release. We spent entire days having sex and I wouldn't let her cum. Obviously, she was pent up. I told her she was being clingy in response. Women tend to back away after that, with little to no exception. They keep themselves in check way more than men because society made them believe they were the more emotional gender. And that emotions were bothersome. So you could see why being "clingy" is one of their worst fears in a relationship.
I told her to go home for a bit. The look on her unsatisfied face was fucking hilarious, but I acted as if I didn't know what I was doing to her.
"Don't you miss your sisters and parents?"
She shut up after that and left the next morning.
You know what's great with normal, suburban family girls? They're susceptible to anything. Sexually. Emotionally. Mentally.
They're essentially blank slates. Slowly, you can rewrite them to your whims.
It didn't even take two days for her to get sick of the old familial love and respect that was previously enough to sustain her all those years ago because she was back in my house and practically begging to suck my dick. I fucked her face as she squirted all over the floor. That's when I knew she had the capacity for everything I ever wanted in life. I vowed to completely own her the moment she bucked wildly as I came inside her throat. The plan was set in motion the next morning.
I told her I recently developed an interest in extreme choking, slapping and degradation. She was scared, obviously. Rightfully so, but I convince her that there's nothing to be afraid of. I'll stop whenever she wanted after all. She reluctantly agreed.
After that, it was a game of subtlety. I slowly fucked her into submission. I need her compliant and edged for what's about to come next. In this case--her.
I slapped and choked her hard as I felt her cumming on my cock.
After that week, I constantly blurred the lines of rough, pleasurable sex and pain. Slowly, I taught her how good rough, degrading sex should feel. To give off the illusion that she was completely in control, I even gave her a safe-word. Of course, I needed her to hate it.
So whenever she used it, I put a full stop on sexual initiation for a few days. I don't touch, fuck, or kiss her so as to make her brain correlate sexual frustration with the safe-word. Make her feel a little insecure too. Talk to obviously slutty girls in amazing shape who can take whatever I give them. I had no interest in them, of course, but just looking was enough to get my girl jealous. That shit is funny. It probably didn't help that she knew I could get most girls if I wanted to. And that my exes kept in touch with me, whom she insulted with every mention.
They may not want to admit it, but women were born and raised to compete with other women. That's the simple truth. That's why they compare themselves to other women, and that's why they like running them down. It makes them feel good.
