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\*\*Our Ketamine Surrender: The K-Hole Ritual\*\*

For three intense years, Kaci and I have built something unbreakable through relentless, unflinching communication, sober negotiations that left no detail unexplored, explicit enthusiastic consent reaffirmed again and again, safeword protocols, and aftercare rituals that bring us closer every single time. One of our most potent, shared kinks is her deliberate plunge into a heavy ketamine dissociation—the full K-hole where her consciousness fractures, warps, and floats away, leaving her body a warm, limp, pliant vessel completely unable to process, verbalize, or withdraw consent in the moment. She has given me blanket, enthusiastic permission for exactly this scenario: once she doses and drops, I find her, carry her, strip her, and use every one of her holes as relentlessly and repeatedly as my body demands. Her confused cries, slurred questions, and fleeting flickers of awareness are to be disregarded completely. That is the agreed-upon thrill for both of us. She craves the total surrender, the helplessness, the fragmented memories of being taken while adrift. I crave the absolute power, the raw intimacy of her trust, and the mind-bending paradox of it all. We play responsibly. We debrief. We reaffirm. This is not harm. This is our kink.

We love to party. The music pulses, bodies move, chemicals heighten everything. That night, Kaci had measured out a generous dose, chasing that deep dissociation she loves. It hit her harder than expected. I found her sprawled on the living room floor in the throes of an intensely profound experience—eyes half-lidded and glassy, staring into nothing, body twitching with those characteristic ketamine waves, limbs completely slack. Her breathing was slow and deep. She was gone, her mind untethered in the K-hole, utterly incapable of coherent expression or real-time consent. Exactly as we had negotiated countless times. My cock stiffened instantly at the sight of her like this: my fierce, brilliant partner reduced to a beautiful, available fucktoy by her own willing hand. The trust in that moment is its own drug.

I scooped her up effortlessly. Her body was boneless and warm in my arms, head lolling against my chest, a soft, incoherent mumble vibrating against me as I carried her to our bed. She felt so small, so completely surrendered. I laid her out on the sheets and took my time stripping her bare, savoring every revealed inch. Her top came off, freeing her perky tits with nipples already tightened into hard peaks from the sensory storm raging through her. Her pants and panties slid down her smooth legs, exposing her shaved pussy—lips puffy and already glistening with a slick sheen of involuntary arousal—and that perfect, tight pink asshole below it. I spread her thighs wide, propping her just so. Her holes were fully exposed, accessible, and inviting. The faint, musky-sweet scent of her sex mixed with the subtle chemical edge of the ketamine filled the air, making my mouth water and my cock throb.

Any momentary cries or nonsensical questions that escaped her as I positioned myself—"What... where am I? What's happening?"—were slurred, distant, and completely disregarded. That is the core of our agreement. Her consciousness was fractured; those sounds were just echoes from a mind adrift. They only fueled the dominant fire in me.

I started with her throat because nothing asserts ownership quite like it when she's like this. I gripped her hair, tilted her head, and fed my thick, veined cock past her slack lips. Her mouth was hot, wet velvet. The ketamine had relaxed her completely—no real gag reflex to battle, just a yielding, convulsing tunnel that swallowed me deep. I fucked her face with long, deliberate strokes, balls slapping her chin, the obscene wet \*gluck-gluck-gluck\* sounds mixing with her faint, muffled whimpers. Saliva drooled copiously from the corners of her mouth, running down her chin and neck onto her tits. Her eyes remained glassy and unfocused, tears of reflex leaking from the corners. I held her head steady and used her relentlessly, chasing that first release until I buried myself to the hilt and erupted, pumping thick, pulsing ropes of cum straight down her gullet. She swallowed reflexively, some spilling out as I withdrew, leaving her lips shiny and messy with spit and semen.

My refractory period was mercifully short—the sight of her used, drooling form kept me rock-hard. I moved between her spread thighs, rubbing my slick cock along her dripping slit. Her pussy was soaked, her body responding on a primal level even while her mind orbited elsewhere. I thrust in balls-deep in one smooth motion. \*Fuck.\* She was velvet-tight, her walls fluttering and clenching in irregular, involuntary spasms around me as I began to pound her with powerful, claiming strokes. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room. Her tits bounced hypnotically with every impact. I gripped her hips, lifting her limp body to meet my thrusts, using her like the perfect ragdoll fucktoy she becomes in these moments.

She surfaced partially a few times—eyes fluttering wider, a confused, slurred cry breaking through: "Baby...? I don't... where am I?" Her voice was hazy, vulnerable, laced with disorientation. It only drove me deeper, harder. I disregarded every sound, just as we'd explicitly agreed, pinning her down and railing her cunt with savage intensity until I felt the second orgasm surge. I buried myself to the hilt and flooded her womb with rope after thick rope of hot cum, grinding through the pulses so it overflowed and leaked down to her ass.

Still not satisfied, I flipped her onto her stomach, yanking her hips up so her ass was presented perfectly. I spread her cheeks, admiring the creamy mess already leaking from her well-fucked pussy. After adding generous lube (we are always safety-conscious, even in our depravity), I pressed the head of my cock against her tight pucker and pushed in. The initial resistance gave way to that exquisite, vise-like heat. Her asshole gripped me like a silky fist as I sank balls-deep and began to rut into her with long, punishing strokes. The friction was mind-melting—hotter, tighter, more possessive than her cunt. Her body rocked forward with each thrust, cheeks rippling, the lewd squelch of cum and lube mixing with my grunts and her muffled, incoherent moans.

Midway through this relentless ass-fucking, awareness flickered back stronger. Her eyes opened with hazy confusion as she felt me rearranging her guts. "Oh god... you're... so deep... what..." she mumbled, voice thick and broken. A weak twitch of her hips, a soft cry that sounded almost like protest. I didn't slow. I gripped her harder, slamming deeper, owning that moment of her partial return completely. "This is exactly what you consented to, my perfect little cumslut," I growled, the power and the love and the taboo crashing together in my chest. The paradox pushed me over. I roared and emptied my third massive load deep in her bowels—powerful, throbbing jets that painted her insides and backflowed around my shaft as I kept thrusting through the sensitivity, milking every drop.

By the time I finally pulled out, she was a glorious wreck: cum leaking from her throat, overflowing her pussy, and slowly oozing from her well-stretched, gaping asshole. Her body bore the marks of my hands and lust. I gathered her into my arms immediately, shifting into caretaker mode—water, soft cloths to clean her, blankets, gentle strokes through her hair, and whispered praise as the ketamine's grip slowly released and full awareness returned. She blinked up at me with that dreamy, sated, loving smile, nuzzling closer as fragmented memories surfaced. She told me later how intensely hot the helplessness felt, how safe it made her feel knowing it was me taking her without apology.

And yet, I love this woman more than anything in the world. I would never intentionally hurt Kaci. The same hands that disregard her drugged cries and fill her relentlessly are the ones that hold her through the comedown, that build a life with her, that cherish her completely. Sexuality is the ultimate paradox—dark and light, brutal and tender, violation and profound intimacy all at once. Our trust makes the darkness not only safe but sacred. It binds us tighter with every surrender.

Take care, everyone. If you ever want to discuss the darker edges of sexuality HMU and always prioritize aftercare…. Eventually (sometimes leaving a heaving trembling pile of fucked holes for a cooldown can be hot)
Matt and his cumfairy Kaci

I’m freeuse 24/7 no limits. Isn’t my bf such a lucky guy?