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Kelika -> RE: Who has tickled your fancy presenter wise? (9/23/2007 10:21:14 AM)
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liljoy had mentioned not thinking she could do a scene with Fifth Angel...I dare to say that it is one thing I would eagerly get on my knees and beg of him...and I'm not a pain slut. The part of me that loves service (which for me is demo'ing for people I admire or respect) would love to do it because he seems to get soooo much pleasure from it.
Here is a sample of his work from one of his books. Now -this- is a sadist!
I tied Sherrye’s limbs to the bed with my trademark purple rope. This made her very nervous since I had never before restrained her. With each consecutive sex session I have with Sherrye, the intensity escalates, and it is always something different. She never has any idea what I will be doing.
I began to slowly insert 5/8-inch-long sterile needles into her fingertips. Even though she was restrained, I had to forcefully hold down her hand as she cried out in pain with each subsequent needle. As she moaned in pain, flashes of how to be even more sadistic ran through my mind. I left her thumbs untouched, yet shoved needles into the tips of both of her big toes – something that had entered my mind while hearing her suffer.
I untied her and watched her lie perfectly still as she whimpered in agony. I was sure she was afraid to move since she might bump a needle into something, resulting in even worse pain. But that was what I wanted her to do.
“Let’s see how much you want my blood; come over to me, “ I whispered in her ear.
My cock was already hard as I sat in a chair about five feet away from the foot of the bed. Beside me on a table were syringes with needles attached. I watched anxiously as she carefully sat up in the bed trying ever so hard not to hit any of the needles jutting out from her fingertips. She was in an intense predicament since she could not use her hands and feet in normal fashion. Each movement had to be precise or she would feel more pain. She made it to the edge of the bed and managed to get to her feet relatively unscathed. Then she bumped her foot on the chair next to me; I winced and laughed at the same time, as I curled up my toes in sympathy. Damn, that had to hurt!
She knelt down in front of me, still writhing in pain. This was a slow process in itself since she could not use her toes to help her kneel and could use only her palms for balance as she kept her fingers arched upward to avoid touching anything. She had proven that she had a love for blood and a love for me.
She watched intently as I drew blood from my right arm. Holding my hard cock in my hand, I dripped blood onto the tip and watched it drip down the sides. I could feel the anticipation building in Sherrye since she now knew what her reward would be. I pulled her face towards me and she began to lick and suck every drop of blood from me.
When it was gone, she wanted more. Each time I dripped more blood on me, she became more aggressive as I held my own cock. It seemed her only focus in life at that moment was getting as much blood as she could from me.
She was happy, but I was not.
I took her hands and wrapped them forcefully around my cock. Again, she was in pain as she had great difficulty not pushing the needles further into her fingertips as she masturbated me with my own blood. She was getting what she desired; my blood. I was getting what I desired; her suffering. We drifted in and out of pain and pleasure.
~ Your Pain, My Pleasure, Inside the Mind of a Sexual Sadist by Fifth Angel & Friends
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