Oct 162013
 

He slung her across the quaint living room. She was received into his stone fireplace like a naked wrecking ball. Her fear was immeasurable. She was inside now, with him. Bruises, cuts, and much more were hushed by adrenalin.  Hyperventilation was never more than a moment away. She shook.

She wasn’t scared of the likelihood that she would forever be locked away in his mountain forest of snares. She was scared because there was no likelihood. Her new station was unequivocal. He would not have done this unless he was completely prepared. She was terrified because she believed him. No one would find her.

She’d suffered him before, but with slipped absolutes and excessive beatings. There was no closure to their prior relationship. She broke free of it. The mental abuse took longer to shake. Now she imagined him, limitless and with no accountability. It was fearfully inconceivable.

She saw a future of torture, masquerading as punishment and lessons. He had unlimited access to who he would decide to mold her into. Her silence was a mixture of how blindingly certain her fate was, and her slow descent into a hole of lost hope. His ability to destroy her mind was starting. She was afraid of it as much as the beatings. Once he was in her head, he was everywhere.  He would own every part of her. He wouldn’t let her go. She pleaded to God and Anyone Listening. He would kill her. He would destroy her mind.

He saw the harsh realization, even in her body. Her eyes became more vacant. She flinched at his touch. He wanted to comfort her. He didn’t want to go through a period of her hating him. He hoped he wouldn’t have to teach her about flinching again. Those were long, hard lessons for her. He hoped that she’d remember some of her time with him. He wanted her to be a good girl for him. She was always such a good girl, but she left him. She ran. They were going to deal with that punishment later.

He wrapped his arms around her. He needed to support her. He knew that she need to process this information and come to comprehend how it would change her future.

He tightened his arms around her. She was shaking. Absorbing the fear and reality, she finally started to cry. She whispered…

“Get the fuck off me.”

He punched her in the face.

May 122013
 

sadisticHit her harder. 

She can’t even feel that.

I can tell how she’s reacting. Everyone can tell.

“Beat her ass.” It was more of a hiss than a whisper.

I stepped in. The air was thick the first time I hit her.

She was up there for a reason, in that position.

Her head rolled back after the second strike.

She moaned.

I hit her harder.

And I liked it.

Dec 092012
 

His bare feet padded back and forth. His station was spread out all over the room. Gagged and blindfolded, she could still hear. His footsteps were the only warning that she had. She. Just. Ached. The stingy and the thuddy were gone.

There wasn’t a piece of flesh to mark that hadn’t already started showing its colors. Now we’re done with the first set of tears. There was new life in him. Now on to the sobbing.

He was getting to the real root of his work. Rip. It. Open.

The padding of his feet became a distant sound. He was hitting her faster. Harder. She couldn’t keep up. She was about to cum.

Nov 192012
 

He’s so possessive.

Mine – he says. His.

He likes it when I say the word when we’re fucking.

Even when we’re not. I don’t forget.

He’ll beat parts of me red and raw so that I’ll remember.

My tears and promises swear that I will.

His. All of it. All of me.

My panties are always wet.

Aug 082012
 

Remember that girl I played with the other night? The entire thing started off with her asking me to come over and bring my collection of nipple clamps. At some point that day, I asked her if there was anything else that she wanted me to bring. I ended up just bringing the kitchen sink. After we’d played, I asked if she was still interested in the nipple clamps, and she very much was. She has nipples that are on the smaller side, so it made it a little harder to get things situated, plus, I’m not the one who usually does this. During this time, I’m usually bound, gagged, and floating. I’ll admit, I wasn’t very polished with getting all of the clamps on. Mental Note: Don’t say “What the Fuck?” out loud – it tends to make your bottom skittish.

So, on I went, trying to get each set on just right. I started with a simple pair of wooden clothes pins. I don’t think those really spurred her, even when I thumped one of them. Unfortunately, it went flying end-over-end and almost hit her in the face. She was blindfolded. I know now what blindfolds are really for. It has nothing to do with sensory play – it’s so bottoms can’t see when tops fuck up. I was grateful she was wearing one. Just think… what if I had put out her eye?

She seemed uninspired with the wooden clothes pins. I couldn’t blame her. My next, and favorite set were the tweezers. I think these turned out to be her favorites, too. I slid the ring almost all the way too the top and her nipples turned a bright pink. I tugged on the chain a little. The noises she made were impossible not to love. Entertaining. They brought a really happy laugh from somewhere deep inside me, especially when I snatched both clamps off at the same time by the chain.

Part of me wished that I had on a pair myself. A part of me longed for the same pain that I was giving. During all of this craziness, that was one of the things that I struggled with the most. I wanted that pain. I didn’t know what to do with those feelings so – I shelved them.

The next set were the butterfly clamps. Those brought on a very heightened reaction. She slithered and twisted. She had to ask to get out of those early. Her already battered nipples just couldn’t stand the torment of the butterfly clamps. I pulled the right one off by the chain, s l o w l y and I thought she’d DIE, so the next one I squeezed and let her out of the sweet way. Hell, I guess I’m not all that bad. We went on with two failed attempts; the broad tipped clamps and my newest purchase, the Metal Worx Magnetic nipple clamps (I know – the review’s coming).

When the evening ended, we both realized that we’d had a good time. I’ll admit, I would have enjoyed sucking a bit more nipple, but taking it slow is always for the best. I think I need to practice clamping more nipples. I’m gladly accepting applications. Disclaimer: I’m rough on ‘em.

Aug 072012
 

The other night, I topped. I’ve dabbled in the past, but this time was different in a variety of ways.

1. It was only her second time to play!

2. I actually sent a submissive into subspace.

3. I used many implements of pain that I’ve never used before.

4. I really got to let out my sadistic side.

5. I really got to let out my sadistic side.

 

We’ll start at number 1. I thought I was the green one here. See Number 2.

I just went kinda slow. I did what I liked to have done to me. I kept continued communication until she had a case of the fat tongue and then I slowly eased out See number 3.

I hadn’t used anything too wild: a riding crop, a wooden paddle, and a few other floggers, including the Sensua Suede Whip by Lelo. I’m still writing a review on that, so sit on your hands and wait in suspense. I used a rattan cane, and that lit a fire under her ass! I used some old 10mm  nylon rope that I had and daisy chained it tightly together into one big circle. When you fold it in half, it makes a great hitty. Random. We tried a lot of different toys, all at very entry levels. Ok – See Number 4.

When we first started, we were both settling into the situation and I knew that I was grinning for some reason, but she pointed out that I continued to let out a slight chuckle. I think it made her a bit self conscious at first. I could tell that was running through her head, while – at the same time, I’m realizing that I’m really enjoying hitting this girl. I’d like to hit her harder… and Oh. My. Fuck, I’m more sadistic than I thought. I said it out loud after she asked for about the one millionth time, “Why are you laughing?!” – WE laughed it off after that. I was a little nervous about saying it out loud for some reason. There’s no other way to put it, I’m a growing, evil little sadist. See number 5.

Aug 032012
 

A girl in our local BDSM group asked me if I would introduce her to the world of nipple clamps. She’s young, inexperienced, and wants to start her own collection. I’m sure she doesn’t want to waste money purchasing  set after set of clamps that she will turn out despising in the end. What’s interesting is that at some point, if you get involved with a sadist, they very well might want to use those clamps that you hate the most. I have a love/hate relationship when that happens.

I have quite a few pairs of nipple toys. Some of the I’ve gotten at online sex shops. They actually have an interesting selection of nipple clamps, my most recent purchase of the nipple torture variety has been the Metal Worx Magnetic nipple clamps. I’ll be looking forward to writing a review on them after this weekend. I guess my favorite clamps would have to be tweezers. You can purchase tweezers with bells, stars, beads, and even those that vibrate, and some with chains that connect them together. Chains that connect any kind of nipple clamps are popular as they have a sexy appeal to them when the breasts sway. What about you? What are your favorite kind of nipple clamps?