[FM] The one (and only) time i sucessfully pulled of CNC play at a houseparty (Triggerwarning: CNC)

Trigger warning: This story highlights some extreme cnc (consent non consent) play. Everything happened with consent given, but if you don't feel comfortable with this topic please don't read. This is some of the most "extreme" I encountered with this kink since it was happening with an (almost) stranger and also happened around a year ago, i just never knew if I should post tbh. There was no real harm happening, no one got hurt (okay I had some pain, but nothing like that extends what would be normal for some extreme kinks.

I was invited to the house party of a student friend, his parents are what I would consider rich, he actually has a house and pool in the garden. I really like his parties because, well the pool, he gets a lot of drinks, and actually he invited many people. I walked through the party with my drink as I dodged a guy doing an extravagant dance move. Parties like this usually aren't my thing. They are too loud, messy, and overall overstimulating. So i usually try to get to the more chill places, but he placed the bar right next to the "dance floor", more like his living room with all furniture pushed away. I approached the bar to get a vodka when a guy started the usual small talk: "Hey, you're looking good tonight," he said, his voice low, leaning in just a little too close. I smiled, sipped my drink, and enjoyed being his center of attention for the moment. He got really flirty fast and it was obvious he was trying to get me into the bedroom.

"Would you rape me?" I asked, my tone casual, like I was asking about the weather. It's a weird move i pull when i feel confident and kinda not in the mood for hooking up with someone boring. I was already prepared for the reactions. "Uhm, what? I gotta go .. grab another drink" would be the most common, or "you like it rough huh?" the one of the more bolder ones, but you always notice they don't get what i mean with it and that they just would say anything to get me laid.

"I totally would," he said, his voice surprising steady for the weird question i just asked him. Then he leaned in just a fraction, his breath warm against my ear. "If I had your consent."

The way he said it—low, confident, with just a hint of something raw—sent a shiver down my spine. He totally got what i mean with it, this wasn't just some "haha yeah sure" flirting or some guy who has no clue of cnc. He knew exactly how this goes. It wasn't just the words; it was the way he asked without asking, the way his eyes searched mine for permission, like he already knew I was playing with fire. My breath caught, and before I could overthink it, I nodded, a small, almost imperceptible movement. His smile widened, just enough to make my stomach twist. "Good," he said softly, then stepped back, taking a sip of his beer like nothing had happened.

I didn't think much of it at first. I'd been here before—guys talking big, then backing off when it came down to it. I laughed it off, finished my drink, and let the party pull me back in. The music got louder, the crowd wilder, and I danced until my head spun, the alcohol blurring the edges of everything. Eventually, I needed a break. I excused myself from the group I was with and headed upstairs to find a bathroom, my steps a little unsteady.

The hallway was quieter, a nice change in pace for my spinning head. I pushed open the bathroom door. I didn't hear him behind me, didn't even sense him until the door clicked shut and the lock snapped into place. I spun around, and there he was, standing between me and the door, his eyes dark and unreadable.

"What—" I started, but he was on me before I could finish, his hands firm on my shoulders, pushing me back against the sink. My heart slammed against my ribs, a mix of fear and something else I couldn't name. "Wait," I said, my voice shaking, but he didn't wait. His grip tightened, not painful but unyielding, and I realized how much stronger he was than me.

I pushed against him, my hands on his chest, but it was like pushing a wall. "Stop," I said, louder this time, but my voice cracked. He didn't say anything, just held me there, his body pressing against mine, his breath hot on my neck. I twisted, tried to shove him off, but he was too strong, too determined. My consent, that nod I'd given erarlier, i remembered and i got wet. But this wouldn't be fun if i give in now, its finally someone who pulls thru so i will do my best too.

I fought harder, my nails digging into his arms, my legs kicking out, but it was useless. He overpowered me, his movements deliberate, controlled, like he'd been waiting for this moment. The bathroom tiles were cold against my back, as he throw me on the ground. Not too hard but i could feel the pain. He pushed up my skirt and pulled on my panties, until they rip. Then he pinned my throat to the cold floor while he pulls out his dick. No foreplay, no preparation - but i was wet enough anyway. All he did was letting me watch him pulling on a condom. "Just leav it" - i would love to say, but .. he was right we didnt really know each other and instead all i muffled thru my choked throat was a "s stop it". Then he pushed it in. He fucked me - used me until he cum, not removing his hand from my throat for a single second. i felt so week when he stood up.

"You okay?" he asked for the first time, our eyes lock and I nod. "Good girl" he took the condom and threw it at me, then he pulled out his wallet and slapped 20 bucks in my face. "For the panties". That's when I realized he actually ripped them but before i could answer anything he already left the bathroom, leaving me fucked and covered by a used condom on the floor. I tried to get up fast before anyone comes in, locking the door and just trying to realize what had happened. I got what i wanted. i touched myself while looking in the mirror. My hair was fucked, my makeup smeared, some cum from the condom on my cheek. I made myself cum before trying to fix everything. combing my hair, reapply some makeup and wishing the cum from my cheek. but what i couldnt fix was my panty. So i had to go out commando, not my first time, not my first time on a party - but the first time that i didn't decide myself to do so.

After i felt recovered enough i jumped back on the party like nothing happened - but in the end only one person received my phone number ;)