You brought up some good points here, but let me tell you that I'm not here to criticize or even condemn your writing and its contents.
As I stated before, this is your story and yours alone.
Therefore all I can advise you is this:
Don't let others dictate what should be included in it.
Take inspirations, listen what people have to say about your work; some may have to add something that is worth your time, others will just call you names because you don't cater to their fancies.
Take all that into consideration, but never let it get to a point where it alienates your style of writing, or even worse, that the opinions and tastes of others threaten to hijack your whole story, because this is nothing but a recipe for disaster and it will ensure a lot of frustration on your end.
There sure as hell aren't so many unfinished projects around here for no reasons after all...
Art, in all of its forms, is sometimes a mean and cut-throat business, but also a fulfilling one if you are really dedicated to it.
But I think you already know all of this, apologies if I bore you to death with my ramblings here.
But after playing dozens of games that contain these scenes, I started thinking that it's something normal in games.
And that's my point exactly.
Games and fantasies are one thing, no one gets hurt here and in my opinion the only boundaries in these scenarios should be the ones that you set for yourself.
They could all be as violent, sinister, wholesome and sweet, or, since we are here on a porn site after all, perverse, loving, lusting and as twisted as much as you allow them to be.
After all it doesn't matter, does it?
It is not real; it's all in your mind and as long as it stays there it affects nobody.
But there are enough people out there who believe they could simply expand that kind of thinking and apply it in their day to day life to various degrees.
Well, looking back I don't consider the place where I grew up to be remotely bad, but let me tell you this:
I didn't had a telescopic baton on me because it would make me feel like a big badass bitch, that's for sure.
And now I would like you to ask yourself this question:
Is this an environment where I would like to see my children grew up in, a place where a woman have to carry around a concealed weapon to feel somewhat save just because some, pardon my French here, pieces of shit think they could do and behave as it pleases them?
I don't want to lecture anyone here, I'm sure we are all here for different reasons, but stuff like this was and still is such a common occurrence that even at my age it makes me still so furious that I want to punch something.