58: My First CNC Class

Long, long ago, I took my first ever CNC class.

I’m not sure if it says something good, or bad, about me that I paid for and took a class to be able to roleplay kidnapping and forcing sex upon someone. If you are going to do such a thing, you want to do so safely, and as much within the law as possible. To be clear here, this was a class about roleplaying such a scenario with a very willing ‘victim’ and not actually doing anything to an unsuspecting participant.

The class was a really good one. The instructor covered a lot of stuff like how to do so safely. What kinds of safewords are good in such an environment. How to leave room for the bottom to fill in their fantasies and pretend it wasn’t a roleplay. How to do this legally. (Always say ‘roleplay’. Never use the ‘r-word’. Never speak to law enforcement. Have a video recording of the bottom saying this is a roleplay they requested. Etc.)

But one of the hottest parts of the class was when he described an ‘arrangement’ he had with one bottom. She grew up in a very conservative religious household, and so had an impossible time around the idea of sex. It’d been beaten into her early on that it was a taboo and bad thing. But like all humans, she wanted fucked. Badly.

And so they’d worked out an arrangement to get her needs met. She gave him a key to her apartment, where presumably she lived alone. Also gave him a copy of her STI test results, though didn’t ask for his. (He was clean anyhow, all of us SF doms tend to get tested every couple of months, just because of the stuff in history chapter.) She also provided a copy of a recording saying she consented to this, in case it came up.

So what did he do with all of this? He’d stop by and visit her, unannounced, on whatever nights he chose. From what I gathered, she was usually asleep when he let himself in and found her sleeping in her bed. And then he’d proceed to fuck her senseless. I believe he even mentioned wearing a mask sometimes so she couldn’t be 100% sure it was him. (Though I’m sure she could tell from smell, all the AFAB subs I know can identify their partners even when blindfolded by scent alone.) Then he’d go home. This was the entirety of her sexual relationship. The occasional forced sex with someone who might have been an actual stranger, at night in her bed when he ‘broke in’ to her apartment, and left her dripping his cum.

Ever since that class, I’ve hoped to find such an ‘arrangement’ of my own one day. But while I’ve told this to a number of women, who all universally think it’s the hottest thing ever, I’ve yet to have one of them give me their key. (Or lock code…)

But I still hope, one day.