Top 2 Bottom / Bottom 2 Top
This scene was designed from bits and pieces of us both wanting to experience torture, being overtaken, and forced to fuck against our will. The puzzle was how to allow each other to experience the power/strength as well as the helplessness/terror within one scene.
The emotional tones were designed to invoke genuine fear regarding whether or not we truly know the person we’re engaging with. There were also spooky elements that were used to enhance the fear. (Red strobe light, fog machine, candles, and pointy implements.) The scene was called “Top to Bottom, Bottom to Top.” We wanted to do something that was the ultimate “Switch” scenario and crank it up to 11.
A woman (Cherry) approaches a man (River) sitting alone at the bar with intent to lure him to her house after a few drinks at the bar, and inflict harm on him in some sort of vigilante force for women who are preyed on by skeezy men. (We did meet at a bar for a few drinks but behind the scenes; we needed some time of connection and multiple “time outs” of character to review everything we talked about.)
Of course, he doesn’t know this and happily reciprocates her advances and they share several glasses of wine before leaving the restaurant together in his vehicle. She tells him that she lives very near the restaurant and while flirting, gives him instructions as they drive to her house.
The couple goes back to Cherry’s place and ends up revealing himself to her as “another one of those guys” as she predicted. They had some small talk and a tour (This was actually fun and playful because we were at his house and she was pretending to bring him back to her place. She showed him the upstairs “bonus room” that “she” wants to turn into a dungeon and even showcased “her” coffee table, describing it as a “tree stump” even though it’s something she loves about his place. Getting a “tour” of his own house through her eyes was cute and offered good levity and rapport before things ramped up.) After some heated making out, she leads him to the bedroom where they start fooling around. She ties him up because she’s “such a kinky girl” and he laughs and goes along thinking he’s hit the jackpot.
Things are going well for him, receiving nothing but pleasure from her riding him or sucking his dick, until he misnames her (even the correct name is “wrong”) or calls her something generic like “girl,” which causes her to lash out in anger. She slaps him repeatedly on the thighs and ass, screams at him, edges him, and verbally assaults him. (The anger in her voice was genuinely jarring. A normally sweet girlfriend furious at him for being someone he’s not!) At one point she uses a silicone fleshlight sleeve to edge him and then suddenly throws it at his head saying, “You wanted a mindless pussy to fuck, right!?” totally keeping his nerves on edge and unable to enjoy the intermittent pleasure.
She tortures him for a while in these ways, eliciting a disingenuous apology for how he is as a person, and bounces back and forth, rather sadistically, between flirty/loving/apologetic for her temper and wanting to inflict pain and suffering.
He begs to be let go to which she obliges only to restrain his arms to his neck and move him to the floor where there lies a plastic “body bag” surrounded by candles. She switches between sexually pleasing him orally and torturing him relentlessly by smacking him before revealing that he’s not walking out of there alive. (Cue the fog machine and red lighting.) She blindfolds him, finger-fucks herself and makes him drink her losing cum, burns him with hot wax, continues to beat him, and “cuts him” with a Wartenberg wheel while riding him until he becomes unresponsive. She’s killed him. Or so she thinks.
She walks to the other side of the room to put away her tools and begins to clean up as he secretly gets up, readjusts the hand/neck restraints, sneaks up behinds her, and wraps his arm around her neck. She grabs hold of his arm as he wrangles her to the floor and then across the bed to apply the hand restraints.
There’s a bit of dialogue about how she should have finished the job, taunting her about being a real slut, and him punching her around. He explains to her that he is exactly the kind of man she had been trying to get revenge on and SHE is the one not making it out alive.
He moves her to the body bag/candle area by restraining her arms behind her back and dragging her by the hair. (The room is foggy and red and you can’t see from one side of it to the other, a sinister shift has happened. Both people have been caught off guard and have to fight for their life.)
He mounts her body lying flat on the floor and the entire scene plays in reverse, him simultaneously taking what he came here for and exacting revenge.
He burns her repeatedly with wax while she screams for him to stop. He climbs off and pulls her to her knees by her hair and violently fucks her face. After seeing her choking and crying, he feigns sympathy and tells her if she lies on the bed and calms down, he’ll remove the restraints. While doing so he verbally berates/threatens her, fastens her arms to the bed and sits on top of her thrashing legs to strap them down.
She begs and pleads with him to please let her go. (She later said she felt really bad for screaming “fuck you” and “I fucking hate you” but she did so in the moment of being fearful of where the scene had taken us. It also allowed him to improv against that and force her to admit enjoying it. Incredible moment of true, intense emotion!))
He continued to oscillate between face fucking and rough, (consensually) non-consensual sex. He slaps her face, tits, thighs, spits on her, verbally degrades her for secretly enjoying being such a slut, and has his way with her before ultimately spraying face with a huge load of hot cum. He spreads it into her eyes and mouth as she whimpers and gives up. He leaves her lying there, assumed dead
We both experienced our partner acting out in ways we would never ever expect them to, and we acted in ways that kind of scared ourselves. It was spooky, definitely, because of the built-in disorienting elements. We recorded it and the lighting/fog change really added an insidious tone. The aftercare was sooo important and organic, and ultimately helped us remind ourselves and each other that we are gentle people who love one another. The genuine fear of not recognizing your partner or yourself is what we wanted to achieve and we did. It was truly an unforgettable mindfuck. We gave ourselves to each other that night… It wasn’t just incredible sex, that was the most we’ve ever trusted someone… to allow each other complete and total freedom over the other, to not cross and lines, and to understand that who we were was for the theater of it and not really us. We walked away with a mission accomplished, gallons of cum, and more trust in each other. What more could we ask for in a scene?
Cherry & River