Spoiler warning! This is about 2,000 words of me replaying the events of this weekend out in my head. Eventually, this will be four different story posts as I finish and write them up the next couple of weeks, but I wanted to get my thoughts down. It meanders a bit, there’s some fun turns of phrase here and there, and it’s thin on details.

If you want to be surprised by my stories, maybe skip this read. If you want a summarized teaser of me being a monster, read on.

First, we can start with the obvious: I'm home and safe after another round of travels. I was exhausted to my bones last night at 6 p.m., when I thought I needed to be at the airport for my 8 p.m. flight home. That flight didn’t take off until 11 p.m.

My legs ache. Mostly my groin muscles, from some Saturday night play where I had to flex them off and on for four hours. Four hours. Seriously, what even was that? I have some abrasions on the tops of my feet, and rug burns on my knees. I can count a half dozen little nicks all over my hands that I’m still not certain how I got.

There’s some finger-shaped soreness deep in my biceps and shoulders. Angry ghosts of someone’s cute, spirited and ultimately pointless struggle. There were already light bruises there yesterday, but this morning they’ve faded.

And my head feels amazing. I could sleep for another 15 hours, but really, who can’t?

After all the cancellations and rescheduling, I had two scenes over the weekend. Both play partners were 100% informed of all other play that was happening, and everyone got the play they wanted. Mostly.

The first scene was a nice, casual afternoon meet-up, where I had a chat with a cute nerd, we headed into my hotel room, I groped her, I stripped her naked, I took some photos, I tied her up, I fondled her, I took some more photos, and then I started to make her cum.

She was a delightful slut, with a nice ass and a very, very responsive pussy. I have a love of fingering women, feeling them out, and trying to solve what makes them tick. For her, I had my hunches. Her G-spot was placed in a very easy-to-reach spot, and it was easy to arouse. She was flexible and easy to use. I could tell that she could cum from any size cock, and that would very, very likely lead to her loving sex.

What I was wrong about, though, was my guess on how she masturbated. Usually, I’m used to women cumming as an either-or situation. Either you love rubbing the G-spot or you love rubbing the clit. It’s a little bit of an oversimplification. But when I pulled her “favorite toy” out of her purse, I was surprised to find a small clit vibrator, and not a dildo.

This slut, apparently, likes to cum both ways. Clearly, I had to play with her a bit more, using the vibrator on her, filling her pussy with my hands, teasing her and pulling her hair, letting her know what a filthy slut she is.

I switched the setting on the vibrator, and that’s when I REALLY broke her brain. Apparently, with her go-to vibrator for the past four years, she’d always been too horny to read the instructions. She didn’t even know that the vibrator had multiple settings. If you give me information like this, it’s going to send my curiosity into overdrive.

I was going full-on scientific method on her clit now, using each setting on her, pushing her to the point of cumming over and over again. Some settings pushed her over the edge, others made her moan like a whore. And the conclusion of my findings was a hard cock, a condom and a tied-up slut.

The second scene of the night was a complete opposite side of my desires. While the first partner loved being a slut, the second was adamantly against being called that (unless forced to). The first was the epitome of Free Use, the second was all about CNC. The first was a very horny heterosexual woman, the second was a feisty agender asexual with a legit revulsion to cock that she wanted to explore.

She was particularly fascinated by the Doorknob Game. In so much that her fourth message to me was her saying she wanted to do it. And she then proceeded to give me one of the most challenging struggles of my life.

She drained me of every resource I had, and almost every ounce of willpower. She actually managed to escape from my ties, and had enough skill and strength to avoid a lot of my attempted body-throws. The first hour of the scene, I had to give up on putting her on the bed, forcing the two of us to squirm and struggle on the floor. Then another hour. And another.

Sweat soaked through everything in the room. She later admitted to shaving down her entire body and lotioning up beforehand.

Every moment I relaxed to catch my breath, I had to monitor her small movements, to make sure she wouldn’t bolt for the door. And every time I had an advantage over her, she refused to quit.

But with ropes and restraints not being an option, that meant getting a condom on would be nearly impossible (especially with the slippery mess our bodies were). So my only option of winning was to force her to quit.

I knew she dreaded the thought of a cock inside of her. But she also let me know that CNC turns her on. So while her pussy was normally too tight to enjoy a single finger inside of her, her powerless predicament made it easy for me to slide in two of my thick, long fingers.

For an entire hour, I had her pinned on the bed, face down so I could rub my cock against her ass and see her tits spilling out from under her. Stroking her pussy, pumping her. Feeling her cry as I violated her. When she really made me angry, I moved up to three fingers, and even four. She was able to take it, and her cunt was still dripping wet.

Until… until her pussy had had enough. I could feel it, she was losing lubrication fast. I slowed down my torture of her, but gave her countdowns to when I’d start finger-fucking her again. She made it through two ominous countdowns before tapping out midway through the third.

I actually won a Doorknob Game without cumming.

And honestly, I would have been 100% with her saying that she needed to leave then, and us not doing anything more sexual. It was an amazing day, and I was out of energy. She asked to stay the night, and again I was OK with it being nonsexual. But she had some requests, and knew I was the kind of monster to try them with.

First, she wanted to do some predicament bondage. I sat down in a chair and slowly stroked my cock while looking at her tits and face. She was on her knees in front of me, desperately trying to distract me with riddles and songs. Only her hands were tied to the feet of the chair, and I had a leash and collar around her, so I could tug her pretty face closer to my cock whenever I felt close to cumming.

If she gave me a good enough riddle, I’d focus on that and go soft. But if I got the answer to the riddle quickly, I’d just ignore the riddle and stroke harder, making her panic and fill with dread at the thought of a hard cock right next to her face.

Ultimately, she survived that scene cum-free. We were both exhausted and crawled into bed. And she made it clear that she really, really wanted me to use her body in the middle of the night. We did some touch-based aftercare, chatted softly for a bit, until eventually her sleeping pill and my exhaustion took us out.

And two hours later, a dream snapped me into full consciousness. My body felt amazing, and there was this gorgeous, naked, unconscious woman next to me. Initially, I started just masturbating while looking at her. In theory, my body was tired. It would have been a minimal amount of struggle for her to stop me. I have a lot of experience with sleep-based CNC, and I’ve noticed that women always wake up when I put my cock inside of them. I didn’t want her to stop me.

Maybe I could just cum on her? Take some photos?

I started rubbing against her, and she still wasn’t waking up. I stripped away the blankets and sheets, put her on her back and spread her legs. Again, she was peacefully snoring. Sucking on her tits didn’t wake her. Licking her pussy. She was out.

As much as I love CNC, I absolutely need that first “C” of consent to be rock-solid in my head. Honestly, I’m pretty sure that’s why I didn’t cum on her face during the riddle game, because I was certain that while she loved the scene, she really didn’t want to feel my cum on her face. She may have not even thought about the fact that I could cum on her until after she was tied up.

But this was different. She made it very, very, very clear that she wanted it, even if she would be struggling to stop it. And that made me very, very hard. Even still, the adrenaline that sleep CNC pulls out of my body is insane. It took some effort to put a condom on.

And as soon as I pushed inside of her, she started to wake up.

She realized enough of what was happening to squeeze her legs and flex her pussy, pushing me out. She thought she had won.

“Thanks for playing,” she said.

That was probably a mistake on her part, poking the brat-taming urge to put her in her place. And right now, her place was to be folded in half with my hand over her mouth and my cock inside of her.

“You really need to shut your dumb little mouth,” I said.

It sounded really tough and extreme, and she realized she was getting fucked and couldn’t stop it without her legs. Of course, in the back of my head, I’m thinking I need to get my hand off of her mouth in case she needs to say a safeword. So I opted to grab her hair tight and fuck her.

Given all the build-up of sleep play scenes, I never bother trying to last forever. I just let loose and fuck her tight little cunt until I cum. I don’t know where that energy came from, and as soon as I finished, I felt all the exhaustion of the day hit me hard.

I took a moment to tuck her back in, and she immediately passed back out into a pill-induced slumber. I did my post-sex routines of throwing out the condom, cleaning up my cock and taking a piss. The condom was almost comical with how much was inside of it.

I woke up again around 7 a.m., less horny and more curious. With her still unconscious, I again started to play with her pussy. Just my tongue, and a little bit of my fingers. She started to get wet and moaned as she woke up. As I started to push one finger inside of her, I proved her hypothesis: her body absolutely reacts differently when she’s struggling. When I had her pinned down and fighting, she was able to fit four fingers inside of. Without the struggle, it was intensely uncomfortable for her, to the point that I immediately stopped fingering her and just gave her some gentle kisses and licks.

There was a bit more sleep, and then when we finally woke up fully, we started to discuss the night. While she remembered the oral play, she initially thought I was lying about having fucked her. Oddly, this is not the first time I’ve had sleeping pills delete memories of a CNC scene, which both amused and annoyed me, as I didn’t set up a camera for this one. She found the condom full of cum, and started to slowly remember her legs being on my shoulders.

I joked about her being awake and throwing that, “Thanks for playing” line at me, and some realization kicked in. She could remember all the lead-up to it, but blacked out on the rest.

We took a moment to make sure she was OK with this, as that can be traumatizing. But it also can be pretty hot, and she was happy to have gotten something that she wanted. Really, the only thing that she didn’t get was a win over me, and the ability to say that I didn’t fuck her.