So, I feel the need to preface this by mentioning the extreme catharsis both my partner and I experienced during our CNC scene. I have had interest in this kink as a means to express cruelty (a non-existent headspace for me in daily life) and to continue down my path of curiosity and exploration of extreme and intense sensation. I was not disappointed. The rawness and closeness of the experience and following emotional release was among the most intense Ive experienced. It was so intimate that I considered not making this post at all. But, the fantastic person that I shared this with is intensely sex positive. She is encouraging of this kink as a means of release for consenting adults, and above all else as a means to empower women and survivors. Ultimately, her spirit is the reason I even feel comfortable sharing this at all. I find it immensely humbling, and I am so grateful for her and the experiences we’ve shared. And now, for the story.

I’m a large, powerful man that works a physical job. 6’3, dad bod, hairy with a beard and light eyes. I’m unassuming and easygoing in nearly every facet of my life, until I meet her.

She is tall and stunning. Beautiful, curly hair drapes over gleaming brown eyes. We meet for a few drinks and I can’t help but notice her enormous breasts. Her cute butt, and vivacious tone and mannerisms. We decided to meet to go over what’s safe, what’s not. To see each other’s nature. It was a calculated decision as familiarity can detract from the newness of the experience. It can detract from the fear only a stranger can create, or cause myself to hold back. We got a slight relief from the anxiety we both share. We show STI results, exchange information, safe words, boundaries, etc. Then, we’re prepared.

Fast forward. We decided to go with the fake Uber scenario. I’m picking her up from a hotel, and she gets in the back of my truck. “Should I put my bag in the back?” “No, there’s room there.” I have a hood up, and she’s tired from a day of drinking. Nothing else is said as I navigate my way along quiet backstreets. She starts to drift off into sleep. I find a dead side road, the middle of nowhere. A non existent train line is somewhere off in the distance, and a 24 hour storage has lights gleaming not all that far away. I decide this is the spot. I come to a stop, slow as I can as to not wake her. I turn off the lights, and the engine. I get out and open the rear door she’s leaning her head on. I use my size and power all at once to shove her in the truck. She immediately starts screaming and I smack her in the face, hard. “Shut up, bitch!” I pin her down, her luggage falls to the floor. I reach in my pocket and start looping zip tie cuffs around one wrist, then another. She tries screaming and struggling a bit but I hit her again. “What the fuck did I just say? Shut the fuck up!” I close the door behind us, I smack her ass hard. She squeals and I grab her hair. I rip her head up and lean into her ear. “Shut up and take it, or things are gonna get bad for you.” Her hysterics calm slightly, but she’s still sobbing. I violently take off her belt and pull her jeans down just enough to shove my raw cock in her pussy. I spit in my hand and rub it on my cock. Then I shove it in. She squeals again and I start laughing at her. Smack her face over and over, just to laugh even more as I fuck her wet cunt. “See? Sluts like you are built to be raped. Your cunts wet, you like it.” The windows begin to steam. I strike her for my pleasure. Laugh, taunt, insult. I force her head over the seat and press into her to make her uncomfortable. She cries over and over. After so many strikes, I lick her face. Spit on her, abuse her soft skin. Eventuallly, I begin to get bored at her lack of fight. The cramped, awkward angles I need to thrust into her start to bore me. I pull out and cut the zip ties. I widen my eyes. “Hit me! Fight back!” I get off, kneel on the floor. She lies there and cries and cries. “Pathetic, helpless whore. So much talk, and you all but let me fuck you. You take the fun out of rape.”

Then, I called an end to the scene. I held her in the back of my truck, the windows so steamed you couldn’t see through them. I told her how wonderful she was, how good she had been, and how deeply grateful I was for her. For what she gave to me. I never stopped massaging her, kissing her, and telling her how wonderful she truly was until she started to come back. Then she cried even harder, and let some things out. She told me some things that were bothering her, and after she let it all out she thanked me. She thanked me profusely, and we both had such a great and powerful experience. I hope you all can have meaningful and safe experiences as well :)