To subs: Do you ever feel high? - Rape Board

AtomicGarbage · 09-22-2008, 03:20 AM

I went on my first rape-date the other night. I was thrown on a bed, my face stuffed into a pillow and just hammered in my ass. It was probably the most intense experience I ever had. I did not even know that I was capable of screaming in that banshee-like way. I can't imagine that it was particularly sexy, but it was real. Because the pain was real. I've had sex before, but each time seemed to go smoothly, without discomfort. But with your arms pinned behind your back, legs forced open and mouth smothered by a pillow, it's kind of difficult to communicate. His dick might have even been larger than I had had in the past. I never got a close look at it, but it felt big. The point is, this hurt like nothing other. There were a few moments when I was tempted to call the thing off, to admit that it was too much and I couldn't handle it. But what kind of sub would I be then?

I had another moment of lucidity as well. It occurred when he locked my hands and legs in a tight embrace, all while pumping in and out of me in the most uncomfortable manner. I realized that, if this were for real, I would have been completely and utterly helpless. This man wasn't particularly big or strong-looking, but he managed to overpower me despite my best efforts and at this late stage, I was completely lost. I felt a sudden pang of sympathy for those who had been actually raped. I don't think I've ever known a more intense and immediate helplessness. Yes, it was a roleplay, it was pretend. But if he had decided, at that moment, that it wasn't anymore, there would be absolutely nothing I could do about it. I was actually a bit scared.

The feeling faded, though. As did, eventually, my memory of the painful parts. I remember struggling a lot in the beginning, but soon, as the discomfort began to truly build and my only wish was that it would finally be over, I found myself giving up and letting him have his way in the hopes that it would make him finish quicker. But looking back, now, I hardly remember the pain. I can still feel where he didn't quite line himself up right, and caused some kind of sore spot in my ass. That's about it, though.

The most striking thing I can remember though, didn't even hit me until after I left. The experience was so intense and surreal that it caused some kind of esoteric chemical reaction in my mind, sparking a wave of emotions that would last for days. Now, most people who know me recognize that I am extremely mellow and relaxed most of the time. It's the result of my own efforts to reach a spiritual serenity and calmness, a quest that I've been on for some years now. But this was the most intense calm, if that isn't a contradiction, that I've ever felt. I was closer to Nirvana on that drive home than I think I've ever been. Everything was beautiful and amazing and I was completely in love with the world. All was right and at peace.

I made an astounding number of driving errors. I would continue to make them, as the feeling slowly faded into a bright and placid background glow of soft tranquility. I've never been high before. I don't know if this was the same. But I know that it was very much more difficult to pay attention to one thing without being overwhelmed by the beauty that surrounded me.

I don't know what about the misery and pain of being "raped" would trigger such an amazing reaction in my psyche. If I didn't know any better, I could have sworn that in those moments, I felt God.

ChiTownHoney · 09-23-2008, 12:57 AM

Thanks for sharing...this is a very nice story. I like how you say that he had a lock of power over you and if he decided it wasnt play anymore, you would be completely helpless. Thats really hot.

I've never played before..but I can imagine I wouldnt be satisfied unless he thought it was real rape.

09-22-2008, 03:20 AM	#1
AtomicGarbage Member Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: San Francisco, California Posts: 59 Reputation: 475	To subs: Do you ever feel high? I went on my first rape-date the other night. I was thrown on a bed, my face stuffed into a pillow and just hammered in my ass. It was probably the most intense experience I ever had. I did not even know that I was capable of screaming in that banshee-like way. I can't imagine that it was particularly sexy, but it was real. Because the pain was real. I've had sex before, but each time seemed to go smoothly, without discomfort. But with your arms pinned behind your back, legs forced open and mouth smothered by a pillow, it's kind of difficult to communicate. His dick might have even been larger than I had had in the past. I never got a close look at it, but it felt big. The point is, this hurt like nothing other. There were a few moments when I was tempted to call the thing off, to admit that it was too much and I couldn't handle it. But what kind of sub would I be then? I had another moment of lucidity as well. It occurred when he locked my hands and legs in a tight embrace, all while pumping in and out of me in the most uncomfortable manner. I realized that, if this were for real, I would have been completely and utterly helpless. This man wasn't particularly big or strong-looking, but he managed to overpower me despite my best efforts and at this late stage, I was completely lost. I felt a sudden pang of sympathy for those who had been actually raped. I don't think I've ever known a more intense and immediate helplessness. Yes, it was a roleplay, it was pretend. But if he had decided, at that moment, that it wasn't anymore, there would be absolutely nothing I could do about it. I was actually a bit scared. The feeling faded, though. As did, eventually, my memory of the painful parts. I remember struggling a lot in the beginning, but soon, as the discomfort began to truly build and my only wish was that it would finally be over, I found myself giving up and letting him have his way in the hopes that it would make him finish quicker. But looking back, now, I hardly remember the pain. I can still feel where he didn't quite line himself up right, and caused some kind of sore spot in my ass. That's about it, though. The most striking thing I can remember though, didn't even hit me until after I left. The experience was so intense and surreal that it caused some kind of esoteric chemical reaction in my mind, sparking a wave of emotions that would last for days. Now, most people who know me recognize that I am extremely mellow and relaxed most of the time. It's the result of my own efforts to reach a spiritual serenity and calmness, a quest that I've been on for some years now. But this was the most intense calm, if that isn't a contradiction, that I've ever felt. I was closer to Nirvana on that drive home than I think I've ever been. Everything was beautiful and amazing and I was completely in love with the world. All was right and at peace. I made an astounding number of driving errors. I would continue to make them, as the feeling slowly faded into a bright and placid background glow of soft tranquility. I've never been high before. I don't know if this was the same. But I know that it was very much more difficult to pay attention to one thing without being overwhelmed by the beauty that surrounded me. I don't know what about the misery and pain of being "raped" would trigger such an amazing reaction in my psyche. If I didn't know any better, I could have sworn that in those moments, I felt God. __________________ I haven't been fucked like that since gradeschool.

09-23-2008, 12:57 AM	#2
ChiTownHoney Pa'l Mundo Join Date: Nov 2006 Location: ObamaNation Posts: 2,460 Reputation: 33436	Thanks for sharing...this is a very nice story. I like how you say that he had a lock of power over you and if he decided it wasnt play anymore, you would be completely helpless. Thats really hot. I've never played before..but I can imagine I wouldnt be satisfied unless he thought it was real rape.