I met this amazing guy during the pandemic and we ended up in a 9-months relationship where we explored all our kinks together. Early on we exchanged porn vids that turned us on so we could get an idea of what the other was into and then we would do porn nights, which usually ended up with us fucking each other senseless.

Other times we would do formal scenes that were so intense and good. I had told him that one of my fantasies was to be anally raped because I was really into painal and absolutely loved the IDEA of CNC. I'd never actually done a real CNC scence before.

He asked and I agreed that I would be okay with him suprising me with this when the time was right.

It didn't happen for weeks and so I forgot about our little agreement. (I would come to regret this.)

Maybe two months after that little conversation, we had a great weekend planned with a formal scene and just spending Vanilla time together as well.

It's Friday and we cooked some chicken and rice, settled down on the couch to eat and watched a movie. We cuddled into each other after that and I was completely in Vanilla mode. After digesting a bit and watching the movie, we started making out and he pulls me up and gently guides me to the bedroom. I'm fully expecting passionate love-making as we walk through the door.

The next thing I know he's thrown me face-down on the bed and is on top of me from behind. He's growling at me to "SHUT UP!" because I'm squirming and confused and asking what's wrong. He roughly pulls down my leggings and panties and I hear him take off his pants. He slaps my ass and I'm trying to roll over but he's pushing down on my back with one hand and he's so much fucking stronger than I am. I feel helpless and I'm starting to realize what's happening.

I'm not prepared. We hadn't really done a lot of anal. I'm getting really scared. He's being so rough. Slapping me, spitting on me, and then he's on top of me and I feel his dick pressing between my ass cheeks. I hear him say "Take it, bitch" and then I feel indesribable pain as he pushes his dick--almost entirely dry--into my asshole with one stroke. I scream into the mattress as my asshole is being torn apart. I squirm and struggle and cry but he keeps thrusting into me hard and I'm completely powerless to get away.

All I can do is take it and hope and pray that the pain gets better.

He growls in my ear to shut up and take it over and over again and pushes my face into the mattress as I'm screaming and crying in pain. The pain doesn't get better and I'm praying for him to be done as my asshole is on fucking fire.

After what feels like an eternity he speeds up and thrusts so hard into my ass that I feel like I'm going to pass out from the agony. I'm holding on, desperate not to use my safe-word, and trying to endure the pain for him ... waiting for him to cum and for this ordeal to be over.

With a loud groan he finally cums and I feel his cum shooting into my ass. I know I'm bleeding. My ass is pulsing with pain. I feel his mouth softly kissing my neck and coming up to my ear. He whispers "Good girl" and strokes my hair. Despite the tears and pain, my entire body floods with this rush of safety and approval and I'm feeling more submissive than ever. Finally he rolls off me and pulls me into his arms. I curl up against his chest and he holds me while I cry. "You did so good taking my cock up your ass. You're such a good girl." (He knows I love when he praises me for taking pain for him.

We spend the rest of the night giving each other aftercare and talking about what happened. I reassure him that I loved it even as I hated every second of it. And he reassured me that he loved me and gave me lots of praise. And we made love afterwards.