I've been dating John for three years.
In the beginning, he used to desire me almost every day, but recently, it's been months without any intimacy.
Yes, it's what you call a sexless relationship.
Honestly, I thought my sexual desire was normal, but not being desired makes me anxious and unfulfilled.
If this continues, will we break up... I even thought about that.
One day, I forgot my keys in John's room and had to go back to get them.
John was out, but he hadn't locked the door, so I felt bad but entered the room without permission.
There, I saw something I shouldn't have seen.
In John's room, there was a box full of SM tools.
They were all things I'd seen in adult videos but never had the chance to see in real life.
What on earth is this... As I was bewildered, I heard the sound of the door opening.
John had come back.
"Oh... you saw it, huh."
John said to me with a face that looked like he had messed up.
"This is..."
"...Yeah, as you can see. I'm a hardcore sadist. That's why I buy a lot of these kinds of goods."
"What? So, the reason you haven't been desiring me lately is..."
"I'm sorry. I can't really get excited with just normal stuff..."
I was shocked. I never imagined my boyfriend had such a maniacal hobby...
"You must be disgusted, right? I understand if you hate me..."
"..."
I couldn't find the words. Had he been holding back all this time?
After thinking for a while, I muttered softly.
"...It's okay."
"What...?"
"I'm not disgusted, so it's fine. You can show me as much as you want."
When I said that, John looked surprised and then gave me a happy smile.
"Do what you want... try it?"
I was a little embarrassed, but I mustered up the courage for John's sake.
Then he took something out of the big box.
It was a pair of handcuffs.
"Can I really do this?"
"Yeah. We're lovers, right? Don't hold back."
"Thank you. I love you."
John said that and handcuffed my hands behind my back.
Even though nothing had happened yet, I could feel myself getting excited.
"If it gets too much, tell me right away, okay?"
John said worriedly, and I nodded silently.
Then, John slapped my butt.
Smack!
"Ah...!"
It hurt, but that wasn't all.
I felt a sense of comfort and security.
(What is this... it feels good)
After a few more slaps, he started to gently stroke and knead.
Each time, I felt a jolt and tried hard to suppress my voice, but then he took off my pants and slapped my bare butt.
Smack!
"Ah...!"
I let out a sweet voice without thinking.
It was too late to close my mouth.
Seeing my reaction, John grinned and slapped me harder and harder.
Smack! Smack!!
"Ah... it hurts... but somehow... I feel... ah...!"
As the slaps got stronger, the pleasure increased.
Before I knew it, my underwear was soaking wet.
Just when I thought he had stopped slapping, he started tracing my private parts over my underwear with his fingers.
"What... are you a masochist?"
He whispered in my ear, and my body shivered.
"I don't know... but..."
Even though I was vague with my words, my body reacted honestly.
Seeing that, John spoke gently.
"Maybe... we're a perfect match."
John took off my underwear and started rubbing my private parts directly with his fingers.
"No... stop..."
John continued to move his fingers in and out slowly.
"Does it feel good?"
"No... I said... stop..."
Even though I said no, I couldn't help but move my hips.
Just when I was about to reach climax, John suddenly stopped his hand.
"Why..."
I said in a slurred voice.
"Tell me what you want properly."
Even though I felt embarrassed, my desire for pleasure won.
"Please make me come..."
"What?"
"Please... torment me here... and make me come..."
"Well done."
I could see the excitement on John's face.
He started moving again, this time more intensely.
At the same time, he played with my chest, making my mind go blank.
"I'm going to... come...!!"
At that moment, I reached climax.
I collapsed on the spot, breathing heavily.
Then John brought a collar with a leash from the box and put it around my neck.
Just having it on made my heart race more than the handcuffs.
"You're my slave now."
John pulled down his pants and took out his member, then entered me from behind in a doggy style position.
Smack! Smack!!!
The sound of our skin slapping echoed in the room.
He pulled the leash, tightening it around my neck.
At first, it was suffocating, but gradually, it started to feel good.
"More..."
When I asked for more, John pulled the leash harder.
The harder he pulled, the more my pleasure increased without limit.
"Ah... ah..."
"I'm going to come..."
John said, and released his seed inside me. At the same time, I lost consciousness.
When I woke up, John was looking at me worriedly.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah..."
"I'm sorry, I think I pushed you too hard."
"No, it's fine. More importantly, John, I..."
I handed the collar to John.
"I want to be... owned by you."
Hearing those words, John smiled happily and put the collar around my neck.
Since then, I've been living with John, always wearing the collar.
It's like the sexless days were a lie, and now we desire each other every day.
The content has become much harder than before, but the happiness has increased as well.
Fin.
