Kurt was in a fragile state when he met Kim. Newly-divorced, he was lonely and starved for good sex. He found it with Kim - and he found out things he didn't like about himself. Part 2 of 4. All characters are adults over 18
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"Things began getting bad when I started doing things to Kim without her consent," I told my therapist, Dr. O'Connor.
She nodded and said "Consent is a tricky subject. A lot of feminists argue that couples should never have any kind of sex without getting explicit consent first. But that doesn't make sense for some people. Imagine you have a couple like you and Kim, where a submissive woman enjoys being spanked by a dominant man. Do you need consent before you do it the first time? How would that go?
"Are you supposed to say, 'Dear, may I spank your butt please? That was fun, may I do that again?' You see the problem. It takes something erotic and fun and transforms it into something clinical and stupid. Survey after survey confirms that most women prefer confident men who take command. Being asked to give permission is a turn-off."
"That's exactly what I thought at the time," I said. "Besides, this was after Kim explicitly told me that since I was the first man to give her a real orgasm, she was willing to do whatever I wanted in bed. I felt she'd given me her consent.
"But I went too far. It started us down a road that led to a dark place."
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One day I was looking at Kim and enjoying a view that never got old. We'd just had sex, and she was exhausted. Kim's naked body was face down on the bed, limp and motionless, her arms and legs stretched out in all four directions.
I fucked all the energy out of her!
I thought to myself proudly.
The nicest thing about the image was Kim's ass, which was covered with welts that proved how much she'd come to enjoy being whipped with my belt.
I decided to take a picture. Most cellphone cameras don't make any noise when you take a photo, but I keep mine set so it sounds like an old-fashioned 35 mm film camera when you push the shutter. Kim heard the click.
"Kurt! Don't take my picture!" she said. I saw this as an opportunity for us to play our little dominance game, so I aimed right at her face and clicked the shutter again.
"Kurt! Stop that!" she said.
I sat down beside her and started the game. "I want you to pose for me, Little Bitch. I want pictures of you naked. Lots of guys have nude photos of their girlfriends. Don't you think I deserve a girlfriend who'll do that for me?"
By this time Kim had plenty of experience being submissive. "Yes, Sir," she said. "You deserve to have those kinds of pictures."
"Sit up," I said. "Look into the camera."
Kim looked miserable in that picture. She didn't like posing for nude photos. I aimed the camera in her direction and saw that she was crossing her arms to conceal her breasts. I took one photo like that, then told her "Lower your arms, Bitch. Show me those gorgeous tits."
It seemed to take every bit of determination she possessed, but Kim slowly lowered her arms. I took shots from several angles, then asked her to sit in a chair so I could take pictures that showed more of her. I love those first photos. Kim had a tortured expression on her face that showed she was only posing because I forced her.
After that I let her get dressed so we could go out to a restaurant. The rest of the evening was normal. We had cocktails, followed by a nice meal, followed by coffee, followed by going back home and having sex one more time before I left for the evening. I kept thinking about how much I enjoyed making Kim pose for nude photos, so I decided to take it a little farther next time.
"Little Bitch, stand over here so I can take your picture," I said after the next time we had sex.
"Sir, I don't want to. I don't want anyone to see me like this," she said.
"Nobody is ever going to know you did this, I promise," I said. "Nobody is ever going to see your face. Now, look in the camera and give me a smile. That's right. Now, turn to the left so I can get a picture that shows your pussy, too."
We went down to her living room because it was bigger and had fancier furniture. I had her sprawl out of her sofa, get down on her knees in front of me, and finally posing in a nice antique wingback chair that looked like something from the 19th century. I had her sit this way and that. She still looked a bit uncomfortable taking nude photos, but she'd accepted the idea that I was in charge and she had to do whatever I asked.
"Just one more picture," I said. "Spread your knees apart."
