You Can't Rape Me

this game started when we were about 11: my cousin and i made up a game called "you can't r**e me" and one of us would be the rapist and the other would be the victim. there where only 3 rules:

1-if the rapist got the legs of the victim spread, then she won
2-if the victim kept her legs closed, then she won
3-no bruising any place that would show

we played this game into high school until her family moved out of state.

the rules were simple and we both played to win and we loved punishment. we bruised each other over and over again all over our bodies attempting to win the game. she cracked a couple of my ribs one time; she won that round.

the prize for the game: the loser would have to do anything sexually that the winner wanted until the next game. to us the game and stakes were real, the pain was real (we hurt each other to win), and we both grew up enjoying bondage and pain for pleasure types of sex play.

we are years later, i have had 2 divorces and her husband recently abandoned her and their children. i now have a very good job working as an Engineer and when her husband left her, she called. i asked her to come live with me, and she did--with her children.

we are back together again, the two lezzie cousins as we were frequently called, and things are like we have never been appart--except i told her last week: "you can't r**e me." i didn't expect her reply: "you cannot r**e the willing."

we now share everything, she is my partner and i her's for the rest of our lives, and i feel so lucky to have her back with me. we talked about the game, and i have to agree with her, at 30 and 31 years old, we just don't heal as fast as we did at 11 and 12. we have found many other games and pain for pleasure activities that are not as brutal, but i would still like to play it even one last time with her. i don't think either of us are tough enough to take broken ribs any more.