I tried to end it but she begged on her knees and promised to do anything I wanted.

A few years back I met this gorgeous Eastern European girl on Tinder. She was about 15 years younger than me and single. I was in an ENM relationship, which I was upfront about from the start.

We met for a coffee and went for a walk, which ultimately led to my flat and making out on the bed. She was rubbing against me but then kept stopping because she didn't want to cum, because she "didn't have sex on the first date." we were in this loop of kissing and stopping for a while before I told her she should probably go then, because we were just driving each other mad. She agreed and left.

When I woke up the next morning I already had a text. "Can I come over?" she lived around the corner and yeah basically half an hour later I was fucking her. Within minutes she asked "can you fuck my ass now?"

Basically, the girl was made out of that stuff fleshlights are made of, and we as we started seeing each other regularly I made good use of that. She essentially wanted to be my slave. I fisted her. She loved being choked until she passed out. She loved letting me fuck her throat until I came every morning before I went to work. And she was pretty much ass only.

But any time I mentioned my partner, she would get sad, eventually she would even start crying. When I asked if this was really for her she would claim that if I just gave her a chance she would convince me to leave my partner for her. Which was a big fucking alarm bell. I said several times we should call this quits for her sake but she always convinced me to stay.

Eventually, one time after we fucked she started crying, I told her this was it, and we should stop seeing each other. She begged me not to leave her, crying, naked on her knees in front of me, and she told me she would do anything for me. I was trying to do the right thing... but my dick got so hard, and before I knew it, it was back down her throat. I'm not proud of it. I let this go on for a few more weeks. She'd never meet me without douching, because she wanted to be available to me at all times. She'd basically lived to have my dick inside her. or to crawl around on my floor naked. To this day I've never met anyone that could take my dick up her ass with no prep, no warning. If she stretched herself open before meeting me, she never told me. I stopped choking her after she had a seizure in front of me and it freaked me out too much. She'd beg me to do it, but I had at least the willpower to deny her that. The whole thing was a study of fucked up power dynamics, where she was both completely subservient to me and completely in charge of me at the same time. The bouts of sadness never stopped, in fact, as it started to dawn on her that I wasn't leaving my partner of 8 years for her, she started to despair more and more.

Eventually I did end it, and I did it over text because I knew that in person I was likely to just cave in again. She told me I was a horrible person. Which I was... am. Ten years on, I still get turned on thinking about everything I did with her. And then I feel bad, and even more turned on.

Last time I heard from her, she sent me a screenshot of her playing sims with me, her and a baby as a family.