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He is brutally sadistic when he's been drinking, just how i like him
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Jan 8, 2010 2:34 pm
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When i saw him sign on at 130am, i had a feeling he had been drinking. He started talking about a taboo subject that made me uncomfortable, but incredibly aroused and very submissive.
He told me where to drive, what to wear, and to bring 'company'
He got in the van and asked where she was. I knew at the time that he wanted me to be alone, but was needing to really hurt and abuse me. He started smacking my face, one side then the other. I held onto the head rests to steady myself and took what he gave. He grabbed me by the hair and my face went into his lap. He forced me to deep throat him with constant pressure on the back of my head. He told me if i gagged, he would knock my teeth out. When i didn't, he said good girl, and i melted. He wasn't finished hurting me though, as his need to abuse transcended any sexual desires he was feeling at the moment. He yanked my head up by my hair and started smacking me again. He praised me for dressing like the slut that i was, and i shivered. He reached for my tits, but my corset was fastened too high up so he put his hands in and ripped it open, pulling it down over my shoulders. He began squeezing and pinching my nipples hard and i knew i was in for more pain than i had ever experienced. He then began slapping and punching my tits and telling me what would happen to me if i ever disobeyed an order. He reached down under my skirt and lifted it, exposing my pussy. I thought he was going to fist, pinch, or scratch me and i braced. He started punching my pussy right on my clit, then my thighs. I started crying from the pain, but also dripping. He brought his other hand up and started choking me and forcing me back to the headrest while he continued punching my cunt. I went into subspace and stopped reacting to the pain, which is not what he wanted. He was in a really sadistic and abusive mood. He pulled me back down to his lap and i started sucking again. I felt his hands move over my back and thought he was about to comfort me. I then felt his fingernails go into my back and i screamed. He started beating me again and i started to cry and beg him to stop. He continued beating me while asking if i really wanted him to stop, i said, yes please sir. He slapped and punched me for a little while longer, then forced my head back down and his cock deep in my throat. He told me that if i didn't start doing a better job, he was going to drag me out of the van, into the street and really brutalize me. As i was sucking his cock, he continued to slap, punch and pinch me and tell me what would happen to me if i disobeyed again. He told me he was about to cum and that if i spilled a drop, he would beat me again. I braced as he came into the back of my throat and i swallowed furiously so none would drip out. When he finished, he pulled my head back up by my hair and i braced again for more pain. Instead he pushed my hair out of my face and asked me if i understood what would happen to me if i disobeyed again. I told him i knew and he asked is i was sure, i said yes sir, i am sure. He asked if we were good, and i knew everything was okay. His order was not one he wanted me to obey that time, and it was his way of telling me so.
I sat there a little while longer, to recover and put my tattered clothes back on. I texted him that now i knew what he was like while he was drinking. He asked where i was and i told him that i had not left yet. He told me to go home unless i wanted to drink a cup of something special. My reply was same as always 'anything for you sir'. He told me no, not tonight, and to go home and write about tonight and send it to him. I could tell i had pleased him that night and wrote about it in my email. He agreed that i was dead on and rewarded me by once again, calling me good girl
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Hope springs eternal
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Sep 3, 2009 7:56 am
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Although I know it won't happen, I still keep hoping that someday soon, I will hear a knock at the door and it will be him. Or I will walk out to my van after work some night, and see his truck parked next to me. Or I will see a text message saying 'meet me at the walmart parking lot'. Or he will call and say 'be alone at 10am on Tuesday'. Part of me thinks it was for the best, but a bigger part wishes I could just go back in time and change things. I still have the bruises he left on my arms, ass, back and tits last week; and I doubt if the burns he left on my left tit will ever completely fade.
I want to see him again and I want him to do all that 'weird bad shit' he eluded to. I want him to want me again. I want to serve him.
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Does doing monstrous things make Him a monster? NO!
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Aug 25, 2009 10:30 pm
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He doesn't ask much of me, a clean room in which to play. As much as i would like to make excuses, He is right, i should have cleaned it. It doesn't matter that i spend an hour cleaning it, come home from work at 1030, and find it a mess again. He said he might be coming over this morning and i should have done what he asked. My husband's desire to have other rooms tidied, laundry caught up and my Mary Kay inventory transferred to another area, should not have been my first priority. i am a slave, i am His slave, and the half-assed job i did 15 minutes before His arrival was substandard, unacceptable and disrespectful. In the 4 months we have been playing, it has been His only request. i failed, and He punished me for it; brutally, severely and memorably. at first, i hated him for hurting me so much and felt the brutality was undeserved. when i could move again, i realized that nothing less would have brought the message home so powerfully. yes, Sir, you got your point across, loud and clear. Loud as my screams, clear as the welts you left on my skin. I have never in my 8 years as a masochist, been beaten like this. All i can say is 'thank you'. The worst punishment he could have imposed would be to turn around and walk back out without touching me. He has given me another chance, and will forgive me when he sees that i have done that one thing he has asked of me.
He asked if i was having second thoughts and i said not anymore. Then i asked if he would have walked away if i was and he said yes. i should have stopped there but i had to know why and he said i was replaceable. i want to mean something to the person i am devoted to, and i thought i did. after 4 months of growing, learning, serving and pleasing, i still mean no more to him than i did on day one. a replaceable object that he has casually discarded without a look back.
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At work? For him, anytime anyplace.
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Jun 10, 2009 11:03 pm
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Schedules being what they are, i had not serviced Sir since mid May. Of course i had made arrangements to be available on short notice but where to go? He texted me that he was on his way home from work and wished i was home to service him. i asked him if he would want to come to where i worked. Although it was still light out, my van windows are tinted and i usually park at the back 40. He pulled in next to me, got in and closed the door. He sat down and unbuckled his shorts. Oh how i had missed that. He smells and tastes as good as he looks so i wasted no time in giving him what he came for. i live to hear 'good girl' but had no idea how much pleasure i would get from hearing him enjoying my cock sucking abilities. 'that feels good' and 'I needed that' now rank 2nd and 3rd on my list of what makes me proud to be his sub. He told me not to make a mess and i knew he wanted me to swallow every drop, something i had not done yet. He asked if i was ready, and remembering those words in his voice still make me shiver. He is good to the last drop and i am craving him more now then ever.
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wax and whips and wartenburgs, oh my!
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Jun 5, 2009 12:18 pm
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i had everything the way he liked and was anticipating his arrival. an instant message popped up saying he was on his way and to light some candles. anyone who knows me can guess what these instructions did to me. i ran to the cabinet and took out all the candles i could find and the fireplace matches and ran to the play room to set up. he started with the flogger after securing me to the cardio glide. i bent over and spread my legs like a good girl and he started on me. he likes to hurt a variety of body parts in every session, and leaves such pretty marks. of course i asked to cum while he was concentrating on my clit, i do so love pussy torture! after a while, he unhooked my cuffs, turned me around and told me to kneel. he brought my arms behind me and secured them again to the cardio glide. this was new, and had oh so many possibilities! of course i knelt with my knees wide open to expose my pussy, as i was trained. he was not, however interested in my pussy for the moment. the candles had melted sufficiently for a nice puddle of hot wax in each, did i say how much i love heat? he brought the candle around in front of me and i shivered. i don't know what his capabilities are, a choice i made due to my new dance with danger, and had no idea if he would burn me with the flame or the wax. he likes to see the fear in my eyes. as he brought the candle closer, i closed my eyes and tilted my head back, exposing my throat, as well as my chest. he started dripping it and i screamed. i didn't move at all as he tortured me with the wax, not knowing whether i would be scarred but not caring. he put down the last candle when there was no more wax left, and lit a match. now i panicked. he brought the flame to me and all i could see beyond it was the look on his face. at the last inch, he blew it out and touched it against my left breast. we all know the old trick about a match burning twice, oh yes, it burned and blistered and boy how i loved it. he lit another match and i started to prepare for the pain by accessing my lamaze training. not so good with matches. i accidentally blew it out. he knew i didn't mean to and that i felt really bad about it, so he did the only thing a good dom would do. he punished me for it. the next match he lit, stayed lit until he wanted it out. he touched that one to my left breast too, not far from the other mark and i screamed again. my breasts were on fire from the wax which had now hardened. he grabbed the wartenburg wheel and started running it over my body like he was cutting a pizza. my already tortured breasts were screaming in agony as he drew lines accross them with the points. when he had done sufficient damage with the sharp tool, he switched to a whip and started beating my breasts again. harder and harder he beat until i was screaming through the gag in my mouth. i looked pleadingly at him and shook my head the slightest amount. he hesitated and looked directly in my eyes, knowing that i was silently begging him to stop. his facial expression suddenly grew colder and harder and he started beating them harder and faster than before. that is the image i recall over and over again, that keeps me from going crazy when i am not servicing him.
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the first time, April 25
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Jun 2, 2009 10:49 am
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After chatting for a couple of years, we finally met for a b&g. I hadn't played in a long time and was not ready for his level of pain. He was rougher than I was comfortable with and I decided not to pursue a second visit, and told him why. I did leave the door open on the chance that I would get back into it, he is really hot and I did not want to burn any bridges. In april the cravings which had begun slowly, started to overwhelm me and I found myself thinking of him, his strength, his cock and how he throat fucked me until I gagged, his hands and how he slapped my face, twisted my nipples and yanked on my hair. Oh yeah, I was ready. I found him in a chat room and entered with excitement and apprehension. Would he remember what a wimp I had been and not be interested, or had he been serious when he said he hopes i change my mind because he wants to use me further. He pm'd me as soon as he saw me enter the room, asking what I was looking for. I am not one to beat around the bush (pun intended) so I let him know how I was craving him and his brand of pain. There were a few glitches actually getting together, about which he was NOT happy and I started to worry again that he would not want to be bothered. On a Saturday in late April i found that i may have an opportunity to have the house to myself for a few hours and immediately let him know the plans. He instructed me to be home and ready by 2pm. As i left to go home i pm'd him that i was on my way and he replied, you have 15 minutes, be ready. 'Ready' meant collar and leash, something slutty or nude, and toys laid out. When he arrived, i let him in and showed him the way to the playroom. As i stood there trembling, he pulled down the front of my slutty little dress and started playing with my nipples. I shivered as he squeezed, twisted and bit each one. He chose a flogger and started warming me up. He attached my cuffs around the bar of one of my exercise machines, lifted my dress and told me to spread my legs. He alternated between the flogger, crop, wooden spoon, leather slapper, and his hands, and beat my ass, back, legs, tits and pussy. I was groaning, moaning and spreading my legs as much as i could to give him more access and he let the flogger falls land right on my clit, from behind, over and over. I asked permission before i came, like i was trained, and he gave it. The marks he left were stunning and i wore them with pride. He allowed me the honor of his cock in my mouth and throat, but explained that i have to earn other pleasures.
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the first time
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May 28, 2009 10:59 pm
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the first words He spoke were 'you'll do' and i shivered Dec 17, 2006 1:58 am
Mood: submissive, 326 Views
i hadn't seen yet what the dress looked like on, but judging from His reaction, im glad i chose it.
i couldn't meet his eyes as i opened the door wider and He walked in the first time. of course the kids ran over to see who it was, so i couldn't kneel before him, although the urge to do so was almost overpowering. my hands clasped each other in front of me as i thought to myself, please let him be pleased. i felt his hand in my hair and heard him whisper to me and i felt the heat start from my pussy and spread all through me. i almost went to my knees then, but fought the need. he whispered turn around and i did, not looking in his eyes. he pulled me closer by my hair and told me to look at him. i looked in his eyes as i met his body with mine and felt for the first time what i will learn to crave and worship.
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earlier
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May 28, 2009 10:58 pm
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what stands out most, not necessarily in that order Dec 17, 2006 3:31 pm
Mood: submissive, 281 Views
what i remember most of course was him slamming his cock down my throat and slapping my face... god that gets me hot. and of couse calling me a good little cocksucker. everytime he praised me for my training little shivers went through me. i love to please, and i love to be told how much i please. a little praise goes a long way. his expert fingers probing and inspecting my holes almost brought me to orgasm and when he told me how he wants to tear into my pretty little asshole, i melted.
the one time i hesitated following an order was due to my own insecurities. he told me to take off my dress. i was scared to death he wasn't going to like what it revealed and i started and stopped several times, not looking at him. when i did meet his eyes and saw his expression, i knew i had to obey. i held my breath and took it off, again thinking 'please let him be pleased'
apparently he was as his next words were 'you'll do nicely' did i leave a puddle? um yeah. as he reached down between my legs and touched what he would later refer to as his holes, he felt how wet and hot i was. then made me taste how wet and hot i was. i can't wait to taste myself on him again. be it finger, hand, cock, fist, object or foot, i am looking forward to being stretched to the limits by him.
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12-06
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May 28, 2009 10:57 pm
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hoping he puts more marks on me before these fade Dec 18, 2006 11:11 am
Mood: submissive, 274 Views
so i was noticing this morning in the shower that my nipples still have whats left of the marks he made on them and i started thinking about how they got there. how he pinched them both through my dress and skin to skin. i can still feel his strong hands and fingers now, and its giving me chills. he wanted to know my limits and what would bring me to my knees. of course a word or look would make me kneel, but as far as my limits....its been so long, i have no idea where they are. he could tell by my response how much it hurt and how it turned me on and the look on is face told me he was pleased. i had mentioned something about being stubborn, but thats not necessarily the case. i think that my desire to please and my submission will stop me from ever using my safe word. i feel that i want to take all the pain he can give me and come begging for more. i can see his face in my mind, how he looked when he was slapping my tits and pinching my nipples and how hot he was making me. how i wished he would throw me to the floor and rip into me. i want to wear his marks, i want to worship him, i want to feel him inside me, i want to take all he can give.
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12-06
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May 28, 2009 10:56 pm
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the silliest question i ever heard is 'will you be back for more' Dec 20, 2006 12:45 pm
Mood: satisfied, 237 Views
well, of course i will be back for more. it was an incredible 3 hours and i am excitedly looking forward to the next encounter. scared too, but excited. i was nervous while driving there which is why i missed his house, and almost hit two cars. trembling, i managed to grab both bags and walk up the porch stairs. he opened the door for me and i dropped to my knees in front of him. he directed me to get up and go further in the house so the neighbors didn't see. i had forgotton to remove my panties before i arrived, so the first thing i did was take them off and drop them to the floor with my coat. he made me pick them back up and hand them to him. of course they went in my mouth to stiffle the first screams from the punishment to remind me to never cover his fuck holes again.
he has some wicked instruments which he used to cover my ass and tits in welts and bruises. of course i loved every minute of that. He used all 3 of his fuck holes which i will feel for a week. i am reminded of that line from Bad Santa "the last time i was with you i couldn't shit right for a month" at first i couldn't take it and started to scream. he slammed his huge masculine hand over my mouth, grabbed me and told me to shut the fuck up...i still get hot just thinking of that. he allowed me to get accustomed to his size, which took a while, of course, but before long i was loving every minute of it, even thrusting back to him and matching his intensity. one of my soft limits is now off the list with him, which i won't divulge here, suffice it to say, he tastes and smells as good as he looks and feels. in a word, lickable.
i did find myself in a playfull rather than submissive mood for a few minutes and was disrespectfull, which was not my intention and i am trully sorry and will never ever do again and i thank him from the bottom of my heart and loins for not sending me away then, which would have been his right. i am really really sorry.
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