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Speaking of (WARNING: explicit and possibly disturbing / Triggering)
6/15/2005 1:50 pm Last Read: |
[disclaimer] I will reiterate it, because I don't want to upset someone: this is a description of an impromptu scene I experienced several years ago. I post it since there have been several threads on scenes that seem non-consensual assault-esque, and while there is implicit consent overall, the act described herein is not something I condone for everyone, and Might Be Upsetting)[/disclaimer] A thirty day practically live-in service contract can be either fun or grueling. In the middle of a heat wave in the middle of a particularly warm summer, it can be both. I was in service to a friend of mine, a long time play partner, and today was the day to clean the house. No mean feat for a 3-story 3 bedroom 3 bathroom home with a dungeon downstairs that had toys scattered everyplace from goddess-knows-what hes been up to the night before. But I settled in to the task, since it helps me to zone out. By the time I got to the first floor, even the AC was not adequate to keep me cool so I was down to a bra. The noise from the vacuum was pretty loud, and I didnt hear him walk down from his office on the second floor of the house and lean in the doorway. I jumped startled when I saw him there, waved hi, and continued my work. He didnt leave, and I was feeling a bit self-conscious, vacuuming naked, and not feeling particularly sexy. He had this kind of thoughtful but blank look as he watched. With him, this is Never A Good Sign. He abruptly left. I didnt feel any better. When theres a wasp in the room youd like to know where it is and what it is up to. With him out of eyeshot, it was impossible to know what in hell he had planned. If anything. But that look I shrugged it off and continued to clean. About ten minutes or so later, he came back downstairs. This time in the same state of undress as me. Well, without the bra, of course. I took a step back because .I was a bit scared. And I was really pretty much in the Clean the house!! zone, so a 64 tall naked frosty-eyed man striding towards you is enough to give you pause. He wrapped my braids in his hand, yanked back my head and instructed me to Turn the fucking vacuum cleaner off. It was tough, bent backwards as I was, but IO felt around with my foot and shut it down. The sudden silence was deafening. With another wrap of my hair around his fist, I was driven down to my knees and my mouth driven over his cock. The unexpected shove made me gag and wheeze, and push my hands against his thighs, trying to dislodge him. My hands were immediately slapped away, my head pulled backwards, and my face, both cheeks, left and right, slapped also. there is one handhold on reality gone He was eerily silent as he shoved his cock back down my throat, and I tried to relax, to not choke .how long before I was yanked up and thrown over the back of the couch? No idea. I was starting to cry from the disorienting feeling of having to change gears, of not being aroused, and not knowing what in hell he was about to do I realized he was preparing to fuck me, a condom wrapper drifting in the periphery of my vision. P---pplease-- Im on my period He looked downSo you are. He jerked me back to my feet, dragged me to the bathroom and pushed me down on the toilet, reaching between my legs to pull the tampon out. oo, the grip on reality is slipping not too many fingers left hold on I was suddenly so humiliated, I burst into tears. My vision was blurred by hot exploding lachrymation as he lifted me bodily off of the toilet, pushing me back towards the couch. Bent over again, I feel him entering me suddenly. Under most circumstances, this would have been far, far too painful, but there was plenty of blood to ease his entry. I continued to cry as he fucked me over the back of the couch, my arms wrapped around my head to cradle me from banging it against the wall. My scalp ached from his constant pulling pulling pulling then oh my god what is he doing I felt the head of his cock pressed against my ass. No lube, no .no way I pulled around, his face millimeters from mine, his eyes really quite not there I wept. You cant .you cant do that you need lube something He smiled that terrible, terrible smile. Oh, I think that isnt a problem theres plenty of blood. And in one thrust, he made his point. I felt as though Id been punched in the stomach, the pain was so great. I tried to not scream it was the middle of the afternoon in a Very Nice Neighborhood and I didnt want to have the Police involved but GODDESS goddess did it hurt. I was hyperventilating and barking into the couch when he pulled my head back, and whispered Scream all you want to one is gonna come help you anyway, you little black bitch... And scream I did. Shrieking wailing incoherent gurgling shouts rent the quiet of the room, and the pain was profound. White hot with my skin ice cold and just to make it more interesting his teeth in the back of my neck so that the loop of pain became even more rapid and dangerous I was losing my mind, the grip slipping His thrusts became staggered, deeper, his hand shoved me forward until I was against the wall and pillows barely able to breathe, and I knew he was about to be finished and I was glad because this ordeal would be over and Id have proven I could take it and it would be over but then then he said did he I think he said it just three words Come. For. Me and goddesses help me I did, I did shaking so hard he was almost losing his hold on me screaming so loudly and without restraint that my throat felt flayed and hurt his terrible, terrible growls in my ear pushing me further even and holy shit I cannot stop another wave of punishing obliterating orgasm... gone gone gone nothing to hold on to some time passed. There was a warm wet towel tossed at me, casually. Clean yourself up. Youre a mess. And finish vacuuming. And I did. Then I curled on the corner of the same couch where Id been so brutally violated, so suddenly, and just stayed. Very. Still. He came bouncing back downstairs, dressed again, grinning like a kid. Hey!! Look! Here! Theres sorbet!! I brought you mango. Thats your favorite, right? SO thoughtful .no? {=}  Mollena
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6/15/2005 3:08 pm |
*sighs wistfully*... I have wooden floors.. it's been a while since I've vacuumed.. but I reckon I could do it..d'ya think he'd have a lil aussie to visit?
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 6/15/2005 3:42 pm |
Girl, that sick motherfucker (bless his heart) never needed an excuse for hot nasty brutal violence. *sigh* Aaah, the good old days....  Mollena
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6/15/2005 6:12 pm |
Thanks, ordeur...you know, it is easy to forget, when you have told the same stories to the same people, that it isn't going to read the same to everyone. That "split" is one of the most alluring things for me about being in a BDSM oriented relationship. I don't have my head all the way around it either. It is like listening to a lecture on String Theory. I get it, I get it, then this leap happens and I am just sort of lost in concepts that slip through the spaces between neurons, those spaces I think are what makes up our soul, and then I land on the other side thinking "Shit, boy howdy...what was that all about, really?!?!" But I have had a glimpse of what those alternate galaxies might be, and it makes me trot back for more. The relationship I had with him was a curious one...I look back on it, and on the very extreme (for me) places we went. I am often unsure about visiting them again, but the lure...the lure is always always there. Thank you for giving me Scooby Snacks for the brain...and for your positive glimmer of hopefulness. xoxo ~Mollena Mollena
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6/15/2005 9:41 pm |
II think I may have found the definition of what a "True Submissive" is -- someone that finishes vacuuming, LOL. That was a hot scene, no wonder you came so hard. It had several different combinations of edgy mind play involved, the obvious Dominant/submissive exchange, the forced sex, rough sex, bathroom play, racial play, humiliation play, blow jobs and anal sex. I'm envious of the sick motherfucker status. I can't seem to get past the sadistic bastard stage myself. But I'm striving to improve and grow everyday toward that illustrious goal.
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6/16/2005 6:36 am |
ordeur - I can't speak for Mo.. obviously.. but for me, there's a special place, a special 'headspace' almost.. where something is just so overwhelming.. that you can just immerse yourself in it. It's like time stands still and all the world melts away... fear.. pain..disgust..there are loads of things that can send me there. But it's truly a beautiful (if horrific at times) place to be. Mo's story definitely would have sent me there.
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6/16/2005 12:43 pm |
Divinity, I can't BELIEVE you didn't have them specially separately shipped?!?!*rotfl* How could you risk being without The old boys?!?! I have always had a weakness for the VMM Mollena
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