I find that anal and facefucking are the perfect complements to consensual non-consent. They really drive home the point that no, this isn't about your pleasure, it's about mine. If your body is only here to be used, why wouldn't I use the parts of it that make my cock feel the best? The pushing of limits that naturally goes along with both of these activities likewise reinforces everything that's so hot about CNC. They provide so many fun opportunities to make you struggle, so many opportunities for you resist, to tell me you can't take any more, only for me to break your resistance. With PIV CNC it can sometimes feel a little too much like playing pretend. Like a kinky, theatrical coat of paint laid over an otherwise vanilla experience. Like "yeah, we're both putting on this whole show—me the scary 'rapist', you the terrified 'victim'—but when it comes right down to it what's happening right now is that we're two people who are enjoying having sex with one another."

Whereas when I'm fucking your ass, or your face, I can tell you that I'm certainly enjoying myself; but your enjoyment is more complicated, less direct, more mental than physical. Even if you're someone who loves the sensation of anal, you can't help but feel like something is being denied to you when I won't even do you the courtesy of touching your clit. No, your enjoyment in all this comes from being denied, being defiled, being used.

And while your insistence that you don't actually want this and your feigned cries of "no please don't" are still just an act... your choking and gasping for air? That sharp pain in your backside that only gets more intense and unbearable with every thrust? Your panic as you run out of breath and start to squirm but I don't let go, keeping your nose scrunched up against my stomach? That longing ache in your poor empty pussy as you wish I'd fuck it even just for a moment? That feeling that if I push your head down that far again you might actually puke? That soreness the following day, reminding you just how much of a slut you've been? Those are all very very real. In fact it's not quite true that I don't care about your pleasure. I very much do. It may sound odd, but givingis the thing that gets me off most. But the pleasure I'm interested in giving you isn't the simple, cheap, straightforward pleasure that comes with ordinary sex. No, I want to give you the deep, complex, contradictory, confusing pleasure of fear mingled with desire and ecstasy laced with pain. And I want to give you the paradoxical feeling of total safety combined with total loss of control. I don't look like a sadist. I look like a sweetheart. I have a babyface and a charming smile and a disarming laugh. I'm a romantic at heart who loves a good cuddle. But as someone with a love for contradiction, I enjoy it best when my sadism and my sweetness are combined. It can be fun to ping-pong between the two. If I tell you to keep my cock all the way down your throat for 30 seconds and you let up after 25, I will probably slap you across the cheek and reprimand you in such a scary stern voice that it makes you jump before spitting in your face and shoving it back down again. But if you do exactly what I say, and do it well, I will heap so much praise on you that you'll find yourself wanting nothing more than to push yourself harder and debase yourself further for me, if only to win my approval. If you gag yourself on my cock without me having to force you, I'll kiss you on the forehead and tell you, astonishment in my voice, that you're incredible. If you repeat after me and beg to "fuck my ass harder,," I'll wrap my arms around you and tell you you're a good girl before giving you exactly what you asked for. When you try to push me off of you, I'll pin your arms down and shout at you to stop struggling. But when I tell you I'm going to fuck your ass and you tell me you can't take it, I'll reassure you in the softest voice that yes you can, sweetheart, just try to relax. I won't just shove it in abruptly like some brute. I'll build you up to it slowly and tenderly, talking you through it, making sure you're ready for me. It will still hurt, of course, because I won't go easy on you. But while you whimper and plead I'll be there stroking your hair and telling you how good you're being taking it for me, reassuring you it's all worth it because it makes me feel so good.

And when it's all over I will aftercare the shit out of you.

As fun as this has been to write, I don't want it to remain a mere creative writing exercise. If you're in my neck of the woods and this post appealed to you, get in touch and let's make it happen.