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Kana says, “If you beat it long enough, girl cum will appear.”
20 gauge needles. A bamboo cane an a graphite dowel rod.
I ****d its ass three times, pissed on and in it, burnt its tits with cigarettes, savagely caned the bitch and gave it twenty on the snatch with the belt, each shot hitting as hard as I can.
But don’t take My word for it. Take the meats. This was the response I got the next day:
“Let me share what I remember, what I loved, what keeps lingering in my mind, in the corners of it.
A couple of things that are persistently reminding me of their occurrence:
-at some point you asked me - in quite a flippant manner - if I wanted to drink your piss as you were walking to the bathroom. I said no. Uh huh. Smart move. Then for a couple seconds I was lying there, on the bed, conflicted, debating whether to run after you saying that I changed my mind. “But I hate it - but if I say I want it then he won’t be forcing me and what’s the point in that - but.. why the fuck do I want to do it anyway - no, I don’t want to, really - it’s disgusting - but.. what is wrong with me?” These thoughts and others similar to them were running through my mind and then it was too late, and I was regretting it. A couple moments of emotional torture that I’m not even sure you were aware happened. I thought you’d like to know it did.
-at another point you put a plastic bag on my head and - sigh - nothing more, and now as I remember it I wish you’d done more, but back then I was just letting you do whatever you wanted to me and reveling in any touch, any sign of your control over me, because you’d said you wouldn’t hurt me and I needed you to.
-I’m not even gonna talk about the whole mindfuck thing. Okay, fine, I will. I mean, who am I k**ding. I loved that it made you laugh. I loved rubbing my face against your cock and your balls through the jeans and I loved looking up and begging you with my eyes for more. Oh, don’t mistake me, I hated realizing you’d just… That it wasn’t working. I hated being torn. I wanted to please you - in a very specific way. Grrrr.
I already miss having your cock in my mouth.
Yeah, I kinda just.. I went to a very interesting place in my head a couple times when I was touching you, kissing you, licking, sucking (basically worshiping you, damn it, I hate that word, I hate the idea of doing it and I was doing it and I loved it). I was very focused and also very peaceful and also.. maybe aroused? I don’t know. It doesn’t make sense, why would I like it so much? There’s no way you’ve conditioned me to like it or anything. And I’m squeamish with bodily fluids and at some point I was licking your cock and there was precum and I was happy to taste it. What the fuck. Not cool. What are you doing to me - are you doing anything, or is it just me?
I really wasn’t afraid of pain before I met you. Not really. I wanted to be, but I couldn’t imagine it.
Pussy whipping… It terrifies me because it’s so painful and it’s all in one place, or feels like it is, and it builds and last time I knew it was gonna be a twenty and then it would be over, and this time you said how many times it would be, and it wasn’t much, but I didn’t know if you’d do it again soon. And you did and well, you know.
But I really want to be able to handle it. Please.“
Fuck me, she is amazing! Her response to it is so real, it’s exactly what goes through your head. I love that you asked her did she want to drink your piss and didn’t give her the satisfaction of being ‘forced’. I have a strong feeling that you knew full well the internal conflict and struggle that was going to cause her. Those marks as well, wow, they would terrify me but I want to feel it so much.
Chortles. If you liked that, you’re gonna love this.
I had already dragged the gash to the shower and pissed on and in her earlier. I was asking if the gash wanted a go at round two.
Ask, you ask? Kana ask a cunt?
Of course. I was torturing her.
Grins.
Here’s how that part went down. Round one was on impact to the room. Threw her down, hiked up the skirt, went to town with the cane. Finished with the shots across the cunt with the belt (You can see the bruises in the shots).
She was a sniveling fucking mess by then, begging no more, no more…which of course turned me on. So I slammed it facefirst against the wall and ass-****d it standing up. It was a great sodomy. Started there, cheeks against the hard wood, went everywhere, from all angles, ended with it bent over the bed pounding away as hard as I could while its screamed and wailed and cried, just a totally brutal act of unlubed sodomy on a chick that was already broken by the cunt whipping. Ten, twenty minute hard fucking. Hands yanking on its hair, strangling its neck, I fucked the bitch so hard that, even though it had enema’d earlier in the day, when I finally yanked out and came all over its slutwhore face, a piece of shit landed on its neck. Used it as a cumsponge, then made it clean Me off.
After all that fucking I had to piss so I hauled it to the shower and did it over the paintoy. Left it sobbing while I told it to clean up. Went and watched the game.
Now, here’s when it gets good. When it came out, it wanted more. More attention. More cock. More everything. More Kana most of all. Was doing that slavespeak shit. “I want to make you happy.” Meanwhile, it can’t stay off my cock. So I look at it and laugh. call it out right to its face because I know whats going on. The bitch is in heat.
So I say, “Wanna make Me happy. It’s late and we can cuddle. Or, if what you really want is more pain and abuse, then crawl on over to the bag of doom and select the instrument of torture you want me to use on you.”
Now mind you, this gash just went through all of the above. I had fucked that shit up and the room wasn’t the first play of the day. We had an outdoor scene I may discuss later. It likes pain and abuse. Consensual nonconsent is the key with her. It’s a slut that likes to masquerade by being ‘taken’ because it would hurt to much to have to look at what it really is. And by forcing the decision on it, I’m mounting it purely on the horns of its own inner dilemma.
It was fucking beautiful. It pouted. It sulked. It did everything it could. Begged. Grovelled. Rubbed my cock through my pants. Nuzzled and tried to kiss my cock through my jeans. At one point it was gliding its cheek on my cock while making little mewling noises in its throat. And the whole time I just laughed and laughed and the worse it tormented itself, the more joy I found.
Because it was the perfect dominance situation. I have all win and the gash gets all lose. It can either admit to wanting to be destroyed, and not just admit, but crawl for it, own what it really is, or it can “make Me happy” by cuddling, which means denying its white hot need. Meanwhile I’m watching the bitch break for Me and splendoring in cracking it to My will, which always is a delightful dish to savor. Or I can go to sleep knowing every second that its wide awake and 100% miserable laying besides Me. Not just out of the need now, but tormenting itself with a million questions-”Is He upset? Did I displease? Fuck, I should have done it? But it would have hurt so bad? Is this what you really are? That fucking bastard, how dare He do this to me?“
It was awesome. Of course that I pointed all this out while mocking it. Sneered at it while doing so. Laughed right in its face. I may even have spit on at one point of its whining. I was so happy. The more I pointed out, the more miserable it became. It was making a****l sounds, grunting and shit. I was so happy…which I also rubbed in its face and made the horns of its paradox even worse
We all know how this game ends. It took 45 minutes or so before it finally broke. Crawled to the bag, came back with the mean nasty whippy graphite rod in its mouth. Think a cane that never splits and is as thick around as your pinky. Made the cunt drop it at My feet and beg to be beaten.
That’s where the deep bruises come from.
So the offer to piss came after that beating and sodomy. Just an extra twist of the knife after all that mental cruelty.
The real leashes, the ones that bind and hold, the ones that pull so tight, they’re not external. Break that shit to your hand like a falconer so that it lives for the comfort of My hood.
Boo-yah.
20 gauge needles. A bamboo cane an a graphite dowel rod.
I ****d its ass three times, pissed on and in it, burnt its tits with cigarettes, savagely caned the bitch and gave it twenty on the snatch with the belt, each shot hitting as hard as I can.
But don’t take My word for it. Take the meats. This was the response I got the next day:
“Let me share what I remember, what I loved, what keeps lingering in my mind, in the corners of it.
A couple of things that are persistently reminding me of their occurrence:
-at some point you asked me - in quite a flippant manner - if I wanted to drink your piss as you were walking to the bathroom. I said no. Uh huh. Smart move. Then for a couple seconds I was lying there, on the bed, conflicted, debating whether to run after you saying that I changed my mind. “But I hate it - but if I say I want it then he won’t be forcing me and what’s the point in that - but.. why the fuck do I want to do it anyway - no, I don’t want to, really - it’s disgusting - but.. what is wrong with me?” These thoughts and others similar to them were running through my mind and then it was too late, and I was regretting it. A couple moments of emotional torture that I’m not even sure you were aware happened. I thought you’d like to know it did.
-at another point you put a plastic bag on my head and - sigh - nothing more, and now as I remember it I wish you’d done more, but back then I was just letting you do whatever you wanted to me and reveling in any touch, any sign of your control over me, because you’d said you wouldn’t hurt me and I needed you to.
-I’m not even gonna talk about the whole mindfuck thing. Okay, fine, I will. I mean, who am I k**ding. I loved that it made you laugh. I loved rubbing my face against your cock and your balls through the jeans and I loved looking up and begging you with my eyes for more. Oh, don’t mistake me, I hated realizing you’d just… That it wasn’t working. I hated being torn. I wanted to please you - in a very specific way. Grrrr.
I already miss having your cock in my mouth.
Yeah, I kinda just.. I went to a very interesting place in my head a couple times when I was touching you, kissing you, licking, sucking (basically worshiping you, damn it, I hate that word, I hate the idea of doing it and I was doing it and I loved it). I was very focused and also very peaceful and also.. maybe aroused? I don’t know. It doesn’t make sense, why would I like it so much? There’s no way you’ve conditioned me to like it or anything. And I’m squeamish with bodily fluids and at some point I was licking your cock and there was precum and I was happy to taste it. What the fuck. Not cool. What are you doing to me - are you doing anything, or is it just me?
I really wasn’t afraid of pain before I met you. Not really. I wanted to be, but I couldn’t imagine it.
Pussy whipping… It terrifies me because it’s so painful and it’s all in one place, or feels like it is, and it builds and last time I knew it was gonna be a twenty and then it would be over, and this time you said how many times it would be, and it wasn’t much, but I didn’t know if you’d do it again soon. And you did and well, you know.
But I really want to be able to handle it. Please.“
Fuck me, she is amazing! Her response to it is so real, it’s exactly what goes through your head. I love that you asked her did she want to drink your piss and didn’t give her the satisfaction of being ‘forced’. I have a strong feeling that you knew full well the internal conflict and struggle that was going to cause her. Those marks as well, wow, they would terrify me but I want to feel it so much.
Chortles. If you liked that, you’re gonna love this.
I had already dragged the gash to the shower and pissed on and in her earlier. I was asking if the gash wanted a go at round two.
Ask, you ask? Kana ask a cunt?
Of course. I was torturing her.
Grins.
Here’s how that part went down. Round one was on impact to the room. Threw her down, hiked up the skirt, went to town with the cane. Finished with the shots across the cunt with the belt (You can see the bruises in the shots).
She was a sniveling fucking mess by then, begging no more, no more…which of course turned me on. So I slammed it facefirst against the wall and ass-****d it standing up. It was a great sodomy. Started there, cheeks against the hard wood, went everywhere, from all angles, ended with it bent over the bed pounding away as hard as I could while its screamed and wailed and cried, just a totally brutal act of unlubed sodomy on a chick that was already broken by the cunt whipping. Ten, twenty minute hard fucking. Hands yanking on its hair, strangling its neck, I fucked the bitch so hard that, even though it had enema’d earlier in the day, when I finally yanked out and came all over its slutwhore face, a piece of shit landed on its neck. Used it as a cumsponge, then made it clean Me off.
After all that fucking I had to piss so I hauled it to the shower and did it over the paintoy. Left it sobbing while I told it to clean up. Went and watched the game.
Now, here’s when it gets good. When it came out, it wanted more. More attention. More cock. More everything. More Kana most of all. Was doing that slavespeak shit. “I want to make you happy.” Meanwhile, it can’t stay off my cock. So I look at it and laugh. call it out right to its face because I know whats going on. The bitch is in heat.
So I say, “Wanna make Me happy. It’s late and we can cuddle. Or, if what you really want is more pain and abuse, then crawl on over to the bag of doom and select the instrument of torture you want me to use on you.”
Now mind you, this gash just went through all of the above. I had fucked that shit up and the room wasn’t the first play of the day. We had an outdoor scene I may discuss later. It likes pain and abuse. Consensual nonconsent is the key with her. It’s a slut that likes to masquerade by being ‘taken’ because it would hurt to much to have to look at what it really is. And by forcing the decision on it, I’m mounting it purely on the horns of its own inner dilemma.
It was fucking beautiful. It pouted. It sulked. It did everything it could. Begged. Grovelled. Rubbed my cock through my pants. Nuzzled and tried to kiss my cock through my jeans. At one point it was gliding its cheek on my cock while making little mewling noises in its throat. And the whole time I just laughed and laughed and the worse it tormented itself, the more joy I found.
Because it was the perfect dominance situation. I have all win and the gash gets all lose. It can either admit to wanting to be destroyed, and not just admit, but crawl for it, own what it really is, or it can “make Me happy” by cuddling, which means denying its white hot need. Meanwhile I’m watching the bitch break for Me and splendoring in cracking it to My will, which always is a delightful dish to savor. Or I can go to sleep knowing every second that its wide awake and 100% miserable laying besides Me. Not just out of the need now, but tormenting itself with a million questions-”Is He upset? Did I displease? Fuck, I should have done it? But it would have hurt so bad? Is this what you really are? That fucking bastard, how dare He do this to me?“
It was awesome. Of course that I pointed all this out while mocking it. Sneered at it while doing so. Laughed right in its face. I may even have spit on at one point of its whining. I was so happy. The more I pointed out, the more miserable it became. It was making a****l sounds, grunting and shit. I was so happy…which I also rubbed in its face and made the horns of its paradox even worse
We all know how this game ends. It took 45 minutes or so before it finally broke. Crawled to the bag, came back with the mean nasty whippy graphite rod in its mouth. Think a cane that never splits and is as thick around as your pinky. Made the cunt drop it at My feet and beg to be beaten.
That’s where the deep bruises come from.
So the offer to piss came after that beating and sodomy. Just an extra twist of the knife after all that mental cruelty.
The real leashes, the ones that bind and hold, the ones that pull so tight, they’re not external. Break that shit to your hand like a falconer so that it lives for the comfort of My hood.
Boo-yah.
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