Consensual nonconsent

I love the idea of exposure because of cnc.
When one Paterson is pushed to expose him/ herself because someone of the opposite gender said they should.
I have had several instances where I have been exposed like this sometimes on cam others in person.
It is my biggest fantasy to be oon in room of women some of whom I know, while they can all look and touch, and I would not be allowed to stop them.
I do believe that all women should have the right to look so if any women here wish to see, in pics, videos or live cam, just message me and you will be in charge of how I am exposed.
 
I have bonded a woman and using my tongue, fingers, and a very powerful Hitachi Magic Wand made her cum six times. She begged after the 5th time to stop and being sadistic I made her cum one more time.

Other woman/mom I did it with used to choke her. She would tap out but one time I didn't let go after she tapped out and she past out. I slapped her awake but after that time we didn't do it ever again.
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Fictional fantasy story

The street lamps barely illuminated the dark parking lot, my footsteps echoed off the silent cars. I’d been at the club with my wife. I had watched her flirting from a distance with a couple different guys through the night. A sudden, muffled cry broke the stillness, sending a chill down my spine. I turned toward the sound and my heart nearly stopped. There, bent over between the cars, my wife, being impaled by a large black man. He had been trying to talk to her earlier in the night. Her face contorted in agony, pale and slick with sweat, her eyes wide with terror.

I watched in horror, my mind racing. She gasped for breath, her fingers twitching weakly. “Help me,” she muffled, voice raw with pain. I moved to where I was hidden, out of sight, but I could still see. Her body shuddered with each breath, her pain palpable in the air. I fumbled for my phone, hoping to film her violation. Minutes felt like hours, but finally, the distant wail of her cries subsided and he released his grip from her waist. Her expression softened, the pain in her eyes replaced with relief. I watched as the stranger disappeared into the darkness. My wife by herself, sobbing. I went to her. She immediately embraced me with her arms wrapped around me. Tears came down as she sobbed. she murmured, telling me what had happened. My heart still pounding. I kissed her and comforted her. On our way home we stopped and talked. I held her close as we laid in bed together. Still dressed, I held her close. ….
 
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The street lamps barely illuminated the dark parking lot, my footsteps echoed off the silent cars. I’d been at the club with my wife. I had watched her flirting from a distance with a couple different guys through the night. A sudden, muffled cry broke the stillness, sending a chill down my spine. I turned toward the sound and my heart nearly stopped. There, bent over between the cars, my wife, being impaled by a large black man. He had been trying to talk to her earlier in the night. Her face contorted in agony, pale and slick with sweat, her eyes wide with terror.

I watched in horror, my mind racing. She gasped for breath, her fingers twitching weakly. “Help me,” she muffled, voice raw with pain. I moved to where I was hidden, out of sight, but I could still see. Her body shuddered with each breath, her pain palpable in the air. I fumbled for my phone, hoping to film her violation. Minutes felt like hours, but finally, the distant wail of her cries subsided and he released his grip from her waist. Her expression softened, the pain in her eyes replaced with relief. I watched as the stranger disappeared into the darkness. My wife by herself, sobbing. I went to her. She immediately embraced me with her arms wrapped around me. Tears came down as she sobbed. she murmured, telling me what had happened. My heart still pounding. I kissed her and comforted her. On our way home we stopped and talked. I held her close as we laid in bed together. Still dressed, I held her close. ….
I fail to see the consensual part of that. It reads to me like a husband watching his wife being raped (a purely nonconsensual act) and enjoying her suffering.
 
I don't understand the non consent part. I do enjoy a good enthusiastic fuck but he has my consent to do it. When in this mood, the prone position is really good. Yes you gave your consent but once it starts you know you are going to have to take it. Your legs are spread and his weight is on you. The time for choice is over.
Something like this?

https://i.ibb.co/rc0n2FP/IMG-3321.gif
 
CNC is hot as fuck
CNC play can be so intense and hot. It’s a shame there’s so much stigma about it. So often, I see women in these forums embarrassed or ashamed they have such a fantasy.

Real non-consensual sex is vile. Fantasy play is more about the thrill of giving up control and being vulnerable but still a safe environment.

I wrote a whole story for Lit to try and normalize the CNC fantasy. About a woman in her 40s who’s happily married, had a wild past, and enjoys masturbating to her own incest CNC fantasies. Not things she’d ever want to do in reality. Just the thrill of the intensity.

I’ve really appreciated that input I’ve gotten is people find the protagonist feels like a real person and not a sex bot.
 
CNC play can be so intense and hot. It’s a shame there’s so much stigma about it. So often, I see women in these forums embarrassed or ashamed they have such a fantasy.

Real non-consensual sex is vile. Fantasy play is more about the thrill of giving up control and being vulnerable but still a safe environment.

I wrote a whole story for Lit to try and normalize the CNC fantasy. About a woman in her 40s who’s happily married, had a wild past, and enjoys masturbating to her own incest CNC fantasies. Not things she’d ever want to do in reality. Just the thrill of the intensity.

I’ve really appreciated that input I’ve gotten is people find the protagonist feels like a real person and not a sex bot.
Went and read the story, enjoyed it. Yes, big, huge line between the fantasy and the horrors of rape. Rapists deserve the harshest punishments. But in fantasy, even in the "nonconsensual" we can limit the aggressor to within our acceptable terms. (Nobody, or almost nobody, I imagine, fantasizes about contracting an STD or hepatitis) The danger comes when that big, huge line suddenly blurs and people try to drag the fantasy over into the reality, thinking at some level they can still maintain those limits. Unfortunately, humans tend to be operating on flawed programs.
 
CNC play can be so intense and hot. It’s a shame there’s so much stigma about it. So often, I see women in these forums embarrassed or ashamed they have such a fantasy.
It's a difficult one for sure. I got into scenes with a guy I was seeing last year that were very borderline. It's hard to admit sometimes (even to yourself) that such a fucked-up situation is doing it for you. There's some self-discovery as well, I found myself in extremely degrading circumastances and I craved more. It became about the degradation and humiliation. Not something you can discuss openly.
 
I dated a girl like this. She loved being pinned down, hand over her neck or mouth, "fighting" back. All part of her fantasy. We had a safe word of course. She would cum very hard from this and also told me that before we started dating, she fantasized about me fucking her in my office w/o consent while people outside were working, obliviously. It was interesting for sure.
 
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