“Hey Lina, can I ask you about something?”

I looked up from my magazine. “Kay, we both know that’s a stupid question. I don’t think there’s a single topic I could think of that would be ‘off limits.’ We both know you can ask me literally anything.”

Kay rolled her eyes. “Yeah but the phrase ‘can I ask you something’ is never about getting permission. It’s just a nice way of preemptively stating that you’re going to ask a somewhat personal question.” She sat down on the bed next to me, pulling her body in close. “In this case, I’m thinking about doing some tweaking to your mental state. And I want to talk it over with you first.”

That question caught me off guard a little. “But we’ve done that stuff all the time. You know you don’t need to ask first, you have blanket permission.”

“Sure, but we’ve only done it for sexier emotions. Things like submissiveness or making you a dumb bimbo. That’s simple and easy stuff. I’ve never forcibly made you feel a more… negative emotion.” I nodded, following her train of thought and wondering where she was going. “Obviously no emotion is inherently bad, but you know what I mean, right?”

I did know what she meant, although I was still confused how she was going to turn it into something fun. “Yeah, I get what you mean. But remember, I don’t want to use this app as a therapy tool. Even if it could potentially work like that.” It was something Kay and I had discussed many times when we started using the app. Theoretically she could just wipe away all my past trauma, my insecurities, my dysphoria. And maybe some time in the future that would be the standard procedure. But for now, I didn’t feel comfortable with it, and I certainly wasn’t interested in being the guinea pig to find out.

Kay shook her head. “I know, and I’m not trying to. This is part of why I figured we should talk it out first. I want to do something that I think will be sexy, but we really need to iron out the details first.” She paused for a moment before continuing. “Have you ever heard of ‘primal play?’ Where the sex is more rough and animalistic?”

I had, although it wasn’t something I’d been particularly interested in. “I have. And I take it you’re curious about trying it.”

“The thing is, scenes tend to be a lot more raw and emotional. Specifically, anger is a common one.” She took a deep breath before continuing. “I’ll be blunt, Lina, I want to hatefuck you. The problem is you’re too cute to hate and I’m even cuter. But this might be a fun way to go about it without any of the more serious consequences.”

I cocked my head. “Hatefucking? Isn’t that just something straight people do to convince themselves to stay in bad relationships?”

“Mostly, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t have its own appeal. And we happen to be in a position where we can reap all the benefits without the messy and complicated feelings attached.” She caught herself before getting too into the idea. “I mean, if you’re okay with it. We’ll start slow, obviously, and make sure you’re fine the whole way through.”

It was a fairly unique proposal. I could see the appeal Kay was getting at, although I still felt a bit hesitant. “You know I won’t actually hate you, right? No matter what I say?”

Kay rolled her eyes. “We’re literally talking about how I have to forcibly adapt your programming in order to make you feel any negative feelings towards me. That’s probably more unhealthy in the first place. And besides,” she continued, “I used the term hatefucking, but ‘hate’ is a pretty strong word. Ideally it’ll be more like ‘pissed off,’ but a sexy kind of pissed off. Does that make sense?”

I nodded. “Yeah, I think so. Usual safewords still apply, for both me and you. If I start feeling unpleasantly angry I’m pulling the plug. But aside from that, sure, I think we can try it.” I was nothing if not adventurous, and Kay had proven that we could do things on the edge of my comfort zone. “You need to get ready or anything first?”

Kay had a sheepish grin. “Well… to be honest, I kinda expected you would agree. So I got things ready beforehand.” She pulled out her phone and made a quick press. “Now tell me, how does that make you feel?”

Of course she’d just expected that I would agree. Kay had a tendency to be presumptuous like that. Just because I was down to try new things, which I was often doing for her sake in the first place, she thought she could just take my decisions for granted. “Right, naturally. Because fuck me if I would’ve said no, right?”

I expected Kay to get all snippy and defensive afterwards, but instead she was just grinning?” What are you laughing at?” I was being short tempered with her, but I didn’t really care.

“Oh, nothing, nothing at all. So… I take it the idea worked?”

It was after her reminder that I caught myself. The entire point of this was her managing my brain and forcing me to be short tempered. Which really, was just about the stupidest idea I’d ever heard. What kind of selfish asshole wants to put their partner in a bad mood? “Does that make you happy? To see that your precious science experiment worked?” I grabbed her waist and pushed her down onto the bed, slightly more forcefully than usual. “Well you’re the reason I’m all worked up like this. I’ll be damned if I’m not going to use you to let off some steam.”

Before we got any further, I felt myself growing hard. Unnaturally hard. Not only that, but my cock was significantly larger than usual. Kay playfully wiggled her butt into me, snuggling herself into the little spoon position. I was sure that her grinding against my newfound erection was a total coincidence. “Wow, somebody’s certainly excited.” She was just as smug as usual.

“Oh please, I bet you’re also popping a boner under there.” I didn’t reach around to check, but Kay’s laughter confirmed my suspicions. However, the teasing didn’t stop there. Not only was my cock still growing, but it was even more sensitive than usual. I could feel every twitch and light movement with extreme precision. Kay obviously knew this as well, since she was only grinding her butt into my crotch even harder.

I shifted in place. “Fuck, you really know how to tease me. Are you sure that’s such a good idea right now?” Kay hadn’t eased up with her grinding, and it was getting tougher to stay focused on the task at hand. Namely, not letting her see just how much I was getting off. We hadn’t even really begun, and I felt like I was going to spurt already. From what I understood with humans, a larger cock often resulted in a tradeoff where they were less sensitive. Which admittedly made me confused as to why so many people wanted a bigger dick. But for me, Kay could make me as big as she wanted and have it be more sensitive. By now it must’ve been a full foot long.

“Aww, are you okay baby? I’m sure you can tough it out.” Kay’s condescending tone only spurred on my desire to get back at her. If she wanted to push my buttons, there were going to be consequences. I pulled Kay in tight so her back was pressing against my chest, and I thrust a hand down inside her pants. I’d been joking earlier when I said she probably had a boner already. But sure enough, she was hard as a rock. Not as hard as I was, but pretty close.

Not that I had any control over myself or a say in the matter. “You know, if you wanted me to do this you could’ve just asked,” I growled into her ear. I was forced to lean in and start kissing the nape of her neck.

Kay was feigning shock at my reaction. “Ask you to do what? Aren’t you doing this of your own free will, or that I’m somehow forcing you to act this way?” She was clearly getting way into it. “Are you really telling me that, given the choice, you wouldn’t want to get a little rough with your Mistress?”

So that’s the game she wanted to play. I had to admit, there was a strange mix of emotions in my mind. I was feeling more aggressive than usual. More irritable, more on edge, but also not actually upset. Just the right amount that I wanted to get Kay back for all the shit she’d pulled over the past few months.

I sat up on the bed, pulling her up onto my lap with me. My cock was reaching up between her thighs. Our erect dicks were pointing upwards parallel to each other. Even though I was beneath her, mine was large enough that it still went up higher than hers. Now that I was a bit more used to the feelings, I was more confident in my actions. It’s not like I genuinely wanted to hurt her… but I did want to get nice and rough. Kay was always acting like she was guaranteed to win, to always be right about everything. I rarely passed up an opportunity to knock her competitive streak down a notch. If she wanted me to get rough, I’d show her rough.

My fist wrapped around both of our cocks and squeezed them together. “You know, the funny thing is I know what you’re doing. You’re trying to get me angry so that I’ll be harsher with you. But I’m still going to do it anyway.” I was still more sensitive than usual, but I wasn’t going to let myself cum just yet. Someone needed to be put in her place first. 

“You, unh, finally figured it out? I’d sure hate for you to pin me down and ravish me like the sexy beast you are.” Kay was moaning in pleasure between her words. I dug my hand into one of her tits. I pumped our cocks together faster and faster, feeling the first drops of precum starting to dribble out of her.

I was nearing my climax. Too close. Even though I’d been pent up for a while, I didn’t want to burst before Kay did. Not before I had the chance to give it to her nice and rough. Unfortunately, as I got closer, a familiar sensation ran through my genitals. One of denial. Even though she’d made me more sensitive to touch, my orgasm function was still disabled. I picked up the pace, wanting to test my theory. Sure enough the orgasm I’d earned remained out of reach. Kay writhed in place while she enjoyed getting off from my efforts, since I was jerking her off as well. “Having fun down there? You seem to be in a bit of a mood.”

Calling it a mood was an understatement. I roared in frustration, throwing the blanket off us. “Okay, that’s it. You’re going to let me cum here and now.” 

Kay only laughed harder. “Sorry babe, but you know I can’t. I’m too hot and bothered to think straight, what with you being the sexy beast you are.” 

I physically grabbed her and flung her around so that she was on her knees. Most of the time I was on the receiving end of doggy style, but not today. “Then I’ll just have to convince you.” My cock was already dripping with precum, so despite its size it went in her ass easily enough. Once I was in, I wasn’t being gentle anymore. I was slamming my hips forward, enough that her entire body was shaking back and forth. I felt my balls slap against hers with every thrust. Yet despite this rough treatment, she was still laughing. 

“Wow, something’s really gotten under your wires, hasn’t it? Don’t you want to blow a fat load in this hot ass in front of you?” I really did. I wanted to creampie her and paint her insides white. I was going faster than usual, and the sensitivity of my massive shaft only made it more intense. Unfortunately, no matter how close I got to the edge, I was never able to cross it.

I groaned in frustration. “Someone in your position really shouldn’t be so cocky,” I said in the most menacing tone possible. 

Kay, however, wasn’t phased in the slightest. “Oh really, what are you going to do? We both know that no matter how much you pretend, you’re not the one in charge. But you are awfully cute when you try.”

As much as I wanted to punish her, there wasn’t much I could do. Instead I just continued thrusting my cock as deep as possible, frustrated at my inability to cum. Kay finished things off by adding insult to injury when she reached her own orgasm. She was absolute putty in my hands, but she was also the only one able to get off. So I could only watch as she writhed in pleasure while cum spurted out of her.

If she thought she was done though, she was in for a surprise. “You’re not tapping out just yet, right ‘Mistress?’” I put as much cynicism into the last word as possible. “After all, it’s thanks to you that I can keep going as long as I want. And I intend to keep going until you *squeal*.” That much was true at least. If Kay wanted to get pounded doggy style like a bitch, at least I could indulge in that.

To my surprise, Kay responded by moving her own hips as well in tandem to my thrusts. “You’re sure talking a big game, you’d better be able to back it up now.” She’d already had one anal orgasm, and from the sound of things she was ready to have another. Her voice was dripping with lust yet maintained its confidence. “You still think you’re in charge, don’t you? Go ahead and make me cum again. We both know it’s the only thing you can do right now.”

What followed was probably the most physically rough Kay and I had ever been. I was not gentle as I slapped her tits and pounded her asshole, my enormous cock stretching her each time. Kay responded in kind, clawing my back and even biting me on the neck. A part of me wondered if my synthetic skin could even get hickeys. But most of my focus was on draining her balls for everything they had. I wasn’t able to cum myself, which only spurred on my frustration, as Kay’s grin grew increasingly joyous with her own orgasms.

Finally, after what felt like eternity, we were both lying apart from each other on the bed. Kay was panting, her body glistening with sweat. Even I was starting to run low on power. I hated her for everything she’d done. For the way she got to have the time of her life while I was stuck doing the hard work, getting more and more frustrated at the fact that I was still her submissive, even while I was on top. There was only one thing I wanted to say to her.

“Cerulean.”

Kay snapped to attention right away, without any hesitation. She grabbed her phone and started fiddling with my settings. After a brief moment I felt my aggression dying down, my thoughts returning to normal. Kay hadn’t been in the wrong. This was all just a part of our game. 

“How are you feeling?” Kay was cradling my face in her hands, a worried look in her eyes. After everything I’d done to her she still cared about me. I shook my head. This had been her idea, and if I’d crossed a line she would’ve stopped it. I needed to have some faith in her that she knew her own limits.

To be honest, I wasn’t entirely sure how I felt. “I don’t know. It felt… weird.” I wasn’t sure how to explain it. “Not bad weird, just different is all. I’m not used to being mad at you.” 

Kay wrapped her arm around me and rubbed my shoulders. “I hope it wasn’t too much. You weren’t supposed to get genuinely upset, just enough to let loose more than usual.”

I nodded. “Don’t worry, we got that part right. I enjoyed it, but I don’t want to stay too long in that mindset. Definitely not when we’re in aftercare mode.” Kay affectionately draped her arm across my chest, nuzzling into my side. 

“I wouldn’t want you to. Besides, aftercare is sometimes better than the sex itself.” It was hard to disagree there. We’d tried something new, something dangerous, and overall it had worked out. That was a pretty big win as far as I was concerned. Although I was still wondering something about why Kay had been wanted to try it in the first place.

 “So was that a submissive side of you? I didn’t think you were interested.”

“Not really.” Kay was quick to answer. “It was more an experiment to see how we could shift roles while staying in charge. I believe the current term for it is ‘topping from the bottom.’” 

It was one of those phrases I’d heard before, but never put much thought into. It did make sense though. “Topping from the bottom. Well, I’d rate your bottom at the top for best one I’ve ever seen.” I laughed at my own stupid joke. To my delight, Kay did as well. “God, you’re such a fucking dork.” I giggled along with her. 

It baffled me how often I heard people talking about how they genuinely hated their partners. Being in love with someone you liked was so much better.