Pearoast? Why not.
I posted this one some months back, but it does fit in here as my worst encounter with a fetish.

Some years back I was very young, very thin and very broke. I was living in what might be most charitably described as a hovel- we lacked money for heat, so most of the winter was spent shivering under layers of clothing. Food was similarly scarce- my roommate worked as a waiter, so he at least got one good meal a day- but I was not so lucky. I was living on the cheapest food I could get from the grocery store, and not exactly thriving.

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

At the time I was my current just-short-of-six-feet height, but weighed maybe ten stone. The winter had made me very thin indeed. My cheeks were hollow, my clothes hung off of me, and I looked quite pitiable indeed. However, with blond hair and grey eyes and a waifish face I apparently appealed to women on a certain motherly level that quickly moved to a wholly different level. I looked a lot like the kid that played Anthony the sailor in Tim Burton's Sweeney Todd.

I knew the location of a strip club that catered to women and had male strippers. I had encountered women leaving there before and noted the looks I got from them. The quality of their gaze was one of hungry lionesses sizing up a gazelle.

So one night I decided to take the next logical step.

I wasn't exactly raking in huge money, but I was suddenly able to afford better food and was often fed well. Looking like a starved innocent was paying off nicely indeed. I quickly learned my new trade, and in fact became very talented in the bedroom, judging from their reactions. Sounds heavenly, doesn't it?

Trust me, it was not. I didn't have the luxury of being overly choosy about who I was going home with. I wasn't pulling the beauties, really. I was getting older women who liked being somewhat predatory. This led to some... interesting times.

One woman in particular took me home several times. She was very much into being dominant. She delighted in having me go down on her until she orgasmed, and insisted on doing this while sitting in a chair while I was on my knees between her thighs. This progressed to her binding my hands behind me, then to being tied to her bed. She especially loved paddling my arse until it was quite tender. She also delighted in sticking her fingers inside me. This also progressed until she was inserting toys in me while I was tied. I enjoyed that, truth be known... as long as it was done with plenty of lube and done gently.

Only thing is, she kept taking it a bit further each time.

There are people whose brains are wired such that pain feels quite sexual to them. A bit of pain during sex is a kick, a bit of spice that gives it an edge. Well, I'm not one of them- to me pain is pain, and I don't like it.

The last night she had me tied quite tightly in a submissive pose, with my arse in the air and unable to do more than wriggle. She had never done so thorough a job of restraining me before. She gave me a couple of slaps, then she produced a riding crop.

A note on using one of those: you use a sort of flicking motion with it so that the little flap on the end is moving quickly and delivers a light stinging slap. Done that way it delivers a nice little sting, but doesn't do any real injury. But if you follow through like you're beating a carpet...

I can still hear the whistle of it as she swung, and can feel the line of fire it laid across my thighs. I yelped, but couldn't move. She did it several more times across my thighs and arse, my cries turning her on even more. Then her hands caressed the welts lovingly for a couple of minutes as I gasped for breath through gritted teeth.

Then she applied some lube and I felt her fingers working it into me for a moment. I heard her putting something on, then felt her hands grab my hips as something entered me- something quite a bit larger than anything she had inserted into me before.

This I can tell you- the pain from being raped like that is far more intense than anything I've felt since.

Again my cries got her very hot, and I could hear her gasping with orgasms as she rammed me again and again. Finally she pulled it out of me and collapsed on the bed, spent, and pulled me over onto my side. She snuggled close, holding me as I sobbed, her fingers tracing the welts...

I left there with rope burns, welts and a large chunk of cash to ease my pains as I walked home. It was a warm night in June, and I took a long route back to the flat. I thought long and hard about what had just been done to me, and about the bundle of money in my pocket.

The next day I started applying for jobs as a waiter, and eventually landed one. I quit my old job and started hustling for money in a more legitimate way.
(Shimrod, Sat 24 Oct 2009, 3:05, 8 replies)

its fetishes this week mate
not bumfun fairytales

i read this first time round, (not a few months but well over a year ago) Fri 25th Jul 2008 if you like,

it didnt ring true then, nor does it now - little things like saying 'the last night' if it were true you would have said 'one night'. rape or abuse victims see such episodes as the start of a nightmare, not the end.

women dont regularly frequent male strip joints, they go occasionally on hen/bachelorette nights in groups. the men they lust after are muscular macho types, the only types who are hired as strippers, gay or straight. they are not thinking of mother son scenarios - they fantasise about being fucked, and not by pale skinny boys.

this is a load of old bollocks - you just get off on this crap. its a fantasy for you - people here are silly, not stupid.
( spimf ™ is whoever you want him to be, Sat 24 Oct 2009, 3:53, closed)

I'm stupid apparently...
I clicked it O_o
(Professor Kenny Martin Hmm? What?, Sat 24 Oct 2009, 8:53, closed)

Well, disbelieve if you like.
I went through it, and dealt with the fallout for a long time.

Had it been someone I was having an actual relationship with, it might have been the start of a nightmare. As this was someone I saw once or twice a week, when I was not with her I had time to process it and realize that I had to get out right then, before she did actual damage to me.

As for women visiting strip joints... I gather that you've not spent much time near places that have male strippers for the ladies' shows? Go take a look for yourself, mate. It might broaden your horizons a bit.
(Shimrod, Sat 24 Oct 2009, 13:05, closed)

dont need a weather man
to know which way the wind blows
( spimf ™ is whoever you want him to be, Sat 24 Oct 2009, 14:14, closed)

Untrue post is untrue.

( Amorous Badger NAKED BEA ARTHUR PHOTOS 4U, Sat 24 Oct 2009, 12:20, closed)

Right.
Back to /b/ with you.
(Shimrod, Sat 24 Oct 2009, 13:11, closed)

I have
to defend Shimrod here as one of my ex girlfriends was very into the whole waif like boys and strap on fun, i was the only bigger boyfriend she had but her fantasies were just as this QOTW described.
( Trollman, Sat 24 Oct 2009, 14:22, closed)

Boiiiiing!!!
Fuck it, just send me her number. (Only because I'm skint.Honest)

BTW, cheap riding crops are the worst, they are usually fibreglass cores and pretty unforgiving. Now, GOOD quality (ie. fucking expensive) riding crops are the way to go.
(Rsoles, Mon 26 Oct 2009, 20:13, closed)