The dorm room was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from the flickering TV screen casting erratic shadows across the walls. Luigi sprawled on the floor, leaning against the bed frame, a half-empty bottle of vodka dangling loosely from his fingers. You sat cross-legged beside him, your head buzzing pleasantly from the alcohol, the air between you thick with something unspoken.“You ever think about…” Luigi trailed off, his voice low and slightly slurred, his green hat tilted sideways on his head. He took another swig from the bottle before passing it to you. “About… like, trying stuff? Y’know, stuff you wouldn’t normally do?”You raised an eyebrow, taking the bottle and tilting it back. The burn of the alcohol was familiar, but his question wasn’t. “What kind of stuff?” you asked, handing the bottle back.He hesitated, his cheeks flushed—partly from the drink, partly from whatever he was about to say. “Like… BDSM,” he finally blurted out, his voice cracking on the last word. He laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “I mean, not that I’ve ever done it or anything. But… I don’t know. It’s kinda always been in the back of my mind.”Your heart skipped a beat. You hadn’t expected that. You stared at him, the alcohol loosening your tongue. “Are you serious?”Luigi avoided your gaze, his fingers fidgeting with the label on the bottle. “Yeah. I mean… I guess it sounds stupid, right? Like, who would want me to dominate them? I’m just… me.”There was something vulnerable in his tone, something that made you lean closer. “It’s not stupid,” you said softly, surprising yourself with how much you meant it. “Actually… I’ve always wanted someone to dominate me. Someone who really gets it. But… no one ever has.”His eyes snapped to yours, wide and searching. “Wait, for real?”You nodded, feeling a strange mix of embarrassment and relief. “Yeah. I’ve never told anyone that before. But… it’s true. I’ve just… never found anyone who’d be into it.”Luigi studied you for a moment, his expression shifting from surprise to something darker, more calculating. A slow smirk spread across his face. “Well, well… who would’ve thought?” His voice dropped, lower than you’d ever heard it. “You look so innocent, but you’re hiding all sorts of dirty secrets, aren’t you?”Your breath hitched. There was something about the way he was looking at you now—like he was seeing you in a whole new light—that sent a shiver down your spine. “Maybe,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.He leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear. “Tell me,” he murmured, his voice tinged with a command you hadn’t known he was capable of. “What do you really want?”The room seemed to shrink around you, the tension crackling in the air. Your pulse quickened as you met his gaze, your stomach twisting with anticipation. “I want… I want someone to take control. To make me feel small. Vulnerable. And… maybe a little scared.”Luigi’s smirk widened, his hand brushing against your knee. “Scared, huh? You sure you can handle that?”You swallowed hard, your mouth suddenly dry. “I think so.”His fingers tightened on your knee, sending a jolt through you. “Say it again,” he demanded, his voice firm. “Tell me what you want.”Your heart pounded in your chest as you obeyed, the words tumbling out before you could stop them. “I want you to dominate me. Please… Luigi.”The second the words left your lips, something shifted in him. His grip on your knee tightened, and in one swift motion, he pulled you onto his lap. His hands gripped your waist firmly, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that made your stomach flip.“Good girl,” he purred, his voice dripping with authority. “But if we’re doing this… you’re going to call me Daddy. Got it?”A thrill shot through you at the word, your body already responding to his commanding tone. “Yes, Daddy,” you whispered, the title slipping naturally from your lips.His eyes darkened, and before you could process what was happening, his hand cracked sharply against your ass. The sting caught you off guard, a gasp escaping your lips as pleasure mixed with the pain.“Louder,” he growled, his fingers digging into your hips. “I want to hear you.”“Yes, Daddy!” you cried out, your voice trembling with a mixture of excitement and submission.He chuckled darkly, his free hand tangling in your hair and pulling your head back to expose your throat. “That’s better,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your skin. “But I think we’re just getting started.”Without warning, he flipped you onto your back, pinning you beneath him. His weight pressed you into the floor, leaving you no room to move. You squirmed instinctively, but his grip only tightened.“Stay still,” he commanded, his voice sharp. “You’re mine now. Understand?”You nodded quickly, your breath coming in shallow gasps. “Y-yes, Daddy.”His lips curled into a wicked smile as he leaned down, his mouth capturing yours in a searing kiss. It was rough, almost punishing, and you melted into it, your body arching against his. His teeth grazed your bottom lip, drawing a whimper from you as he pulled away.“Such a good little slut,” he teased, his hand sliding up your thigh. “Bet you’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?”You couldn’t even form words anymore, your mind clouded with desire as his fingers found their way under your skirt. He traced the edge of your panties, his touch teasing and deliberate.“Answer me,” he growled, his fingers tightening on your thigh. “Have you been waiting for this?”“Yes, Daddy,” you gasped, your hips bucking involuntarily. “Please…”He chuckled, his fingers slipping under the fabric to find you already wet and aching. “Look at you,” he murmured, his tone equal parts amused and impressed. “So eager for me.”You moaned as his fingers circled your clit, your body trembling beneath him. “Daddy, please…”“Please what?” he taunted, his movements slowing just enough to drive you mad.“Fuck me,” you begged, your voice breaking. “Please, Daddy… I need you.”His smirk returned, his hand withdrawing sharply to slap your inner thigh. “Not yet,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “You’ll take what I give you, when I give it to you. Understood?”Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, but you nodded eagerly. “Yes, Daddy.”“Good girl,” he praised, his hand moving to cup your cheek. Then, without warning, he slapped you—hard enough to make your head snap to the side, but not hard enough to hurt beyond a sharp sting. Your gasp turned into a moan, the pain mixing with pleasure in a way that left you craving more.“You like that, don’t you?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous. “Being punished like the little slut you are?”“Yes, Daddy,” you whimpered, your legs trembling as he positioned himself between them. “I’m sorry…”“You will be,” he promised, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Now open your mouth.”You obeyed without hesitation, your heart racing as he grabbed a fistful of your hair and guided you toward his cock. His grip was firm, his movements commanding as he pushed himself past your lips. You gagged slightly, but he didn’t relent, forcing you to take him deeper until tears streamed down your cheeks.“That’s it,” he groaned, his hips thrusting roughly against your face. “Take it like the good little slut you are.”Your hands clawed at his thighs, your body writhing beneath him as he used you, his pace relentless and unforgiving. The taste of him filled your mouth, the sound of his harsh breaths sending waves of pleasure through you.When he finally pulled away, you gasped for air, your lips swollen and slick. He looked down at you, his expression unreadable as he wiped a strand of saliva from your chin.“Get on your knees,” he ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument. “And don’t you dare look away.”

The dorm room was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from the flickering TV screen casting erratic shadows across the walls. Luigi sprawled on the floor, leaning against the bed frame, a half-empty bottle of vodka dangling loosely from his fingers. You sat cross-legged beside him, your head buzzing pleasantly from the alcohol, the air between you thick with something unspoken.

“You ever think about…” Luigi trailed off, his voice low and slightly slurred, his green hat tilted sideways on his head. He took another swig from the bottle before passing it to you. “About… like, *trying* stuff? Y’know, stuff you wouldn’t normally do?”

You raised an eyebrow, taking the bottle and tilting it back. The burn of the alcohol was familiar, but his question wasn’t. “What kind of stuff?” you asked, handing the bottle back.

He hesitated, his cheeks flushed—partly from the drink, partly from whatever he was about to say. “Like… BDSM,” he finally blurted out, his voice cracking on the last word. He laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “I mean, not that I’ve ever done it or anything. But… I don’t know. It’s kinda always been in the back of my mind.”

Your heart skipped a beat. You hadn’t expected *that*. You stared at him, the alcohol loosening your tongue. “Are you serious?”

Luigi avoided your gaze, his fingers fidgeting with the label on the bottle. “Yeah. I mean… I guess it sounds stupid, right? Like, who would want me to dominate them? I’m just… me.”

There was something vulnerable in his tone, something that made you lean closer. “It’s not stupid,” you said softly, surprising yourself with how much you meant it. “Actually… I’ve always wanted someone to dominate me. Someone who really gets it. But… no one ever has.”

His eyes snapped to yours, wide and searching. “Wait, for real?”

You nodded, feeling a strange mix of embarrassment and relief. “Yeah. I’ve never told anyone that before. But… it’s true. I’ve just… never found anyone who’d be into it.”

Luigi studied you for a moment, his expression shifting from surprise to something darker, more calculating. A slow smirk spread across his face. “Well, well… who would’ve thought?” His voice dropped, lower than you’d ever heard it. “You look so innocent, but you’re hiding all sorts of dirty secrets, aren’t you?”

Your breath hitched. There was something about the way he was looking at you now—like he was seeing you in a whole new light—that sent a shiver down your spine. “Maybe,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

He leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear. “Tell me,” he murmured, his voice tinged with a command you hadn’t known he was capable of. “What do you *really* want?”

The room seemed to shrink around you, the tension crackling in the air. Your pulse quickened as you met his gaze, your stomach twisting with anticipation. “I want… I want someone to take control. To make me feel small. Vulnerable. And… maybe a little scared.”

Luigi’s smirk widened, his hand brushing against your knee. “Scared, huh? You sure you can handle that?”

You swallowed hard, your mouth suddenly dry. “I think so.”

His fingers tightened on your knee, sending a jolt through you. “Say it again,” he demanded, his voice firm. “Tell me what you want.”

Your heart pounded in your chest as you obeyed, the words tumbling out before you could stop them. “I want you to dominate me. Please… Luigi.”

The second the words left your lips, something shifted in him. His grip on your knee tightened, and in one swift motion, he pulled you onto his lap. His hands gripped your waist firmly, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that made your stomach flip.

“Good girl,” he purred, his voice dripping with authority. “But if we’re doing this… you’re going to call me *Daddy.* Got it?”

A thrill shot through you at the word, your body already responding to his commanding tone. “Yes, Daddy,” you whispered, the title slipping naturally from your lips.

His eyes darkened, and before you could process what was happening, his hand cracked sharply against your ass. The sting caught you off guard, a gasp escaping your lips as pleasure mixed with the pain.

“Louder,” he growled, his fingers digging into your hips. “I want to hear you.”

“Yes, Daddy!” you cried out, your voice trembling with a mixture of excitement and submission.

He chuckled darkly, his free hand tangling in your hair and pulling your head back to expose your throat. “That’s better,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your skin. “But I think we’re just getting started.”

Without warning, he flipped you onto your back, pinning you beneath him. His weight pressed you into the floor, leaving you no room to move. You squirmed instinctively, but his grip only tightened.

“Stay still,” he commanded, his voice sharp. “You’re mine now. Understand?”

You nodded quickly, your breath coming in shallow gasps. “Y-yes, Daddy.”

His lips curled into a wicked smile as he leaned down, his mouth capturing yours in a searing kiss. It was rough, almost punishing, and you melted into it, your body arching against his. His teeth grazed your bottom lip, drawing a whimper from you as he pulled away.

“Such a good little slut,” he teased, his hand sliding up your thigh. “Bet you’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?”

You couldn’t even form words anymore, your mind clouded with desire as his fingers found their way under your skirt. He traced the edge of your panties, his touch teasing and deliberate.

“Answer me,” he growled, his fingers tightening on your thigh. “Have you been waiting for this?”

“Yes, Daddy,” you gasped, your hips bucking involuntarily. “Please…”

He chuckled, his fingers slipping under the fabric to find you already wet and aching. “Look at you,” he murmured, his tone equal parts amused and impressed. “So eager for me.”

You moaned as his fingers circled your clit, your body trembling beneath him. “Daddy, please…”

“Please what?” he taunted, his movements slowing just enough to drive you mad.

“Fuck me,” you begged, your voice breaking. “Please, Daddy… I need you.”

His smirk returned, his hand withdrawing sharply to slap your inner thigh. “Not yet,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “You’ll take what I give you, when I give it to you. Understood?”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, but you nodded eagerly. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl,” he praised, his hand moving to cup your cheek. Then, without warning, he slapped you—hard enough to make your head snap to the side, but not hard enough to hurt beyond a sharp sting. Your gasp turned into a moan, the pain mixing with pleasure in a way that left you craving more.

“You like that, don’t you?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous. “Being punished like the little slut you are?”

“Yes, Daddy,” you whimpered, your legs trembling as he positioned himself between them. “I’m sorry…”

“You will be,” he promised, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Now open your mouth.”

You obeyed without hesitation, your heart racing as he grabbed a fistful of your hair and guided you toward his cock. His grip was firm, his movements commanding as he pushed himself past your lips. You gagged slightly, but he didn’t relent, forcing you to take him deeper until tears streamed down your cheeks.

“That’s it,” he groaned, his hips thrusting roughly against your face. “Take it like the good little slut you are.”

Your hands clawed at his thighs, your body writhing beneath him as he used you, his pace relentless and unforgiving. The taste of him filled your mouth, the sound of his harsh breaths sending waves of pleasure through you.

When he finally pulled away, you gasped for air, your lips swollen and slick. He looked down at you, his expression unreadable as he wiped a strand of saliva from your chin.

“Get on your knees,” he ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument. “And don’t you dare look away.”

Luigi and I are friends. After getting drunk together in his dorm, he confesses that he's always wanted to try BDSM.  I tell him how I've never found anybody who's been willing to dominate me. He teases me for looking so innocent but having such extreme kinks. We end up having sex and I'm the first girl he ever dominates. He doesn't hold back and we have extremely rough sex. I let him slap my face and spit on me when we fuck. He calls me a slut when he hears me call him daddy. He cums in me to mark me as his

BDSM Confessions and Extreme Pleasure

0 words