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My memories are vague from the night we played with ripped clothing in a scene (we’ve talked about that) but I remember a few things clearly…
“Save those panties, girl. I’ve got plans for them.”
A lacy thong that my finger tore right through, never to be worn again…or so I thought…
“What panties do you want me to wear tonight, Daddy?”
He hands me the familiar panties, and I know what he has planned. And by “know” I mean I have a vague idea, and it will involve ruining this innocent fabric.
It gets hazy from here. I remember bending over the bed. His voice is gruff; his touch controlled but still rough.
Crystal clear in my mind, though, is the sound of each thread separating from the next. That RRRRRRRRIPPPPPP sound echoes in my memories.
Later, I squeal or sass or do something vaguely babygirl-esque. In response, those ripped panties are pulled from my body and stuffed into my mouth.
My body responds. Molten lava desire. A quieting of the mind. Waiting for whatever comes next…
It’s Not My Kink But It’s Not a Hard Limit Either
From what little I recall – the memories are more visceral than anything – it’s pretty hot. Steaming, really. I know I enjoyed it, but we haven’t done it since. Why is that?
Without Molly’s Kink of the Week topic, I might not have given it much thought. We had a sexy BDSM scene, both enjoyed it, and then never repeated it again.
I have a few theories on why that is…
Neither John Brownstone nor myself are willing to damage perfectly good clothing for the sake of kinky fuckery. But if the clothing would be thrown away, we might keep it for later. That happens so infrequently. I tend to donate clothing to charity before it wears out – or wear it until it practically disintegrates.
For me, ripped clothing feels a bit like role play. Under normal circumstances, he would never rip my clothes off my body. If it’s going to happen, we’ve established a specific moment when it will occur, and we each have a part to play in the moment. He’s using a tone and words he doesn’t usually say. I’m expected to respond in kind. It’s an extremely basic role play, maybe the kind others wouldn’t recognize as such, but it still has the power to make me go cold.
Ripped clothing feels like it should be a spontaneous act but to a certain extent, it can’t be…at least not for us. In the moment, if I wasn’t expecting it (but still consented) I might find it hot. My mind wouldn’t have time to rationalize the experience and remind me that it isn’t “real.” Although, yes, the act of ripping panties from my body was definitely very real.
My brain can almost never get lost in a moment that feels vaguely artificial. Words I’d never usually say. Pretending to be someone I’m not. Role play – in the way I know it – simply doesn’t work for me. Since ripped clothing of any kind would require pre-planning (at least a little), I’m not sure I could ever be really surprised to find myself helpless as he rends fabric from my willing body.
I don’t dislike the concept of ripped clothes. Assuming they’re ruined already and about to be thrown, I’d say go for it. Rip it off. Make me feel small and helpless. Have your way with me. Yes, please!
But until my brain can get out of the way of the moment, I’m not sure it’s a kink I’m ever going to ask for…no matter how sexy the fantasy feels.
I kind of feel the same about clothes but I do have a little stash of undies and stockings that are past it and are just waiting for the right moment but I totally get what you are saying about how that takes the spontaneity of it away that kills it a bit which is probably why I have that pile of stuff and it very rarely seems to get used
Molly
We’ve talked about creating a stash…just never have done it. Weird how that works…
Stuffing those panties in your mouth – now that is a hot scene!
Yes it is!
but being stripped down to your panties are even hotter
Honestly I’ve never had anything torn or cut off me so I don’t know how it would make me feel, but the idea of it is something that makes me squirm. Something to experiment with.
To me that’s a perfect starting place…the idea makes you squirm. 😀
I can understand your hesitancy on ripping clothes. I feel the same way. I also can see how talking about it/planning it can take away from the spontaneity of it all.
Normally I don’t mind (and WANT) to talk about it first but because it feels like roleplay to me, I get stuck in my head. Most other things don’t affect me the same way.
Loved this. While the fantasy is fun, I’ve always kind of preferred the reality.
I really enjoyed this piece, – thanks so much for articulating fantasy v. reality in such a sweet, engaging way. A pleasure to read!