He holds my face, grasping me tightly and hisses at me “what are you?”. I try to utter a response but I can’t speak as he holds me in a vice like grip. Then the clasp relaxes and his hand lowers, he slides two fingers into my mouth, coating them in my saliva as he purposefully fucks my mouth with them, making me gag ever so slightly.
He pulls his fingers out, wipes my own drool across my cheek and grabs me by the throat and once again menacingly asks me “what are you?”. I stutter, surprised by his sudden move, when he raises his other hand and gives me a slap around the face. The sting on my cheek matches the sting of my humiliation but I feel my cunt become drenched. I defiantly look him in the eye and reply “I’m…I’m your filthy little whore”.
This is a scene I’ve never actually enacted but it’s something that replays in my mind over and over again. It’s something that never fails to make me as wet as I am in the fantasy and will send my fingers into my panties whenever my situation allows.
Whilst I’ve never been slapped around the face it is something I crave experiencing. I never used to feel that way, in fact it would completely turn me off. I saw it as something quite abusive. But as I’ve explored my kinky self and allowed new ideas to bubble up to the surface it’s gone from being an absolute no to something that feels wickedly transgressive and therefore something I want, no need, to experiment with.
Thinking about it he slaps my arse, thighs, shoulders and tits so why on Earth is slapping my face so different?
Who knows what the reality may feel like? I may want to slap the face of whoever slaps me in return, in which case I can relegate it back to the no pile but at least I’ve tried it and satisfied my curiosity.