My girlfriend and I have gotten into some pretty freaky stuff lately. In the past, we’ve tried bondage, hair-pulling, and name-calling, but all of that starts to get a little run-of-the-mill after you’ve done it for long enough. That’s why we’re advancing to the level of sado-masochism in which she seems visibly annoyed with me all the time and also has no interest in sex. It’s kind of the ultimate BDSM fantasy, if you think about it.
For example, last night I got home from work already juiced up for our role play when she hit me with a: “Get away from me, you fat fuck.”
“That’s literally so hot, babe,” I said.
That’s just the way we talk to each other now — it started happening after we took a long trip together and she got a chance to see how I live when I’m alone, which, according to her, “really changed her view of me.” It felt so awful and demeaning, almost like the real thing!
After divulging our new adventures in the bedroom to a few of my friends, it’s come to my attention that to some less sexually evolved folks this three-month-long role play might seem like a relationship on the rocks. What these people don’t understand is there is a very fine line between a struggling relationship and an extremely realistic sado-masochistic enactment, and I am all for pushing that line as far as it can go. For instance, last week when we were role-playing on the long car ride, my girlfriend made me pull over just to tell me she “needs a break” and “is thinking of going back to grad school.”
That’s right, give it to me. There is nothing kinkier than the sting of someone growing up and moving on from you.
What’s our safe word?
We haven’t actually talked about this part yet. I think we’re both so wrapped up in the danger and excitement of it all that we can forget to take care of each other’s feelings. Right, babe? I’m sure she’ll agree, just as soon as she finishes packing her suitcase for whatever fun vacation she’s planning for us!