Girl on the Net

I love it when people tell me about unique, sexy concepts that haven’t occurred to me before: a new way to control a submissive, a new sex trick, a cool atmosphere they managed to conjure during a shag. This week’s guest blogger – @OxyFromSg who writes erotica with Phedre Sinclair at this blog right here – has exactly that: an unusual and kinky arrangement, which he’s loosely titled the ‘weird wank’. Before we start I want to let you know that he has sought permission from the guy he does this with, who’s happy for him to write about their dick-controlling antics. Enjoy!

Weird wank: I control his dick

“I don’t suppose you have any porn you can recommend? I’ve run out of things I’m excited to jerk to.”

It started with a simple email. Getting bored with the same old porn again and again he asked me if I could recommend something. I found one of my favourite videos, attached the link to the email and sent it through to him. And that was where I thought it would end.

Instead it has turned into an almost weekly tradition.

Whenever he’s feeling horny, whenever he wants something different or whenever I find something that I think he will react to, I send him an email with the heading of “Weird Wank”. That’s what he calls them, the emails telling him to get off to something that I have picked from him. And he does it, without question.

It’s no longer links to porn, I usually select about 10 pictures of somebody that I think will turn him on. Usually it’s a woman, occasionally a guy. Most of the time it’s a celebrity of some sort. His knowledge of popular culture is a little limited, so most of the time he has no idea who these people are and has to look them up.

I like to think that I have broadened his taste over time. Originally it was very limited: blonde, twenties, conventionally attractive. I have sent him pictures of beautiful women – and men – from across the spectrum. Older women, women from around the world, trans women, straight and gay women. And he always finds the beauty and sexiness in them all.

And what do I get out of this? The thrill of control. On days like this I control his dick.

There is also a delicious sexual tension between us. I’m a bi guy, he’s (mostly) straight. Over the years our relationship has muddied his sexual leanings and he would say now that he’s bi curious. His fantasies have changed, his longings have changed.

So how does the whole thing work? Let’s take the latest email as an example.

During my day to day internet activity I happen across an actress who’s going to be in a film I want to see. I note her name and google her. When I’m picking pictures for him I always try and make sure the selection is varied. It would be too easy for him to get off if all the pictures were overtly sexy. I try and get a few candids, a few magazine shots, a few from instagram.

Then its attaching them to an email, mark it “Weird Wank” and send it off. Then I wait.

There is a pause before he replies, but when he does it’s always a similar response.

“Fuck, she’s cute. I had a quick look at the pics but I’m waiting for the house to be empty before I can enjoy them.”

It’s like he’s playing hard to get. I immediately reply and tell him to start stroking his cock now and tell me which picture is turning him on. He replies almost instantly: the first three pics got him hard, the fourth one got him stroking himself. Something about the look on her face, innocent yet sexy.

We could do this by Skype or messenger but there is something about the waiting. The tease of slow technology. He is going to keep stroking his shaft and looking at the pics until he gets a reply from me. He knows better than to cum without my permission.

And then an email from me flicks up on his screen. I want him to cum hard and fast, to abuse his dick, to look at the pics and make himself cum – for her and me. I can picture in my eye him leaning back in his chair and letting his hand slide up and down. He will be flicking through the pics, enjoying parts of each one, trying to decide which one to cum to. And then he’ll lose control, go too far. His strokes will get faster and more frantic as he gets nearer. He will want to send me a message to let me know but he won’t be able to stop.

It will be a smile on her face or the curve of her body. Something will just tip him over the edge and he will explode. Pleasure and guilt and longing will all rush in as he sits there with his still twitching cock in his hand. And then he will send me all the details, so I can get off too.

It’s a strange relationship. I’m not sure if anyone else in the world has the same thing we have, but perhaps they should. After all: why shouldn’t friends help each other cum? Isn’t that what friends are for?