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ResidentSadist -> RE: does anyone really care (5/31/2008 12:18:53 AM)
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ORIGINAL: GreedyTop
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Hi ya GT. You got lots of popcorn. I got something in draft form... the middle bit gets repetitive... the present tense isn’t all worked out yet and the end needs more spice because I failed to mention the blood trails on the wall from the wet whip… but hey, you got all that popcorn….
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-=The Dream=-
I drifted off to sleep thinking about how you had been calling me Master on a regular basis and we both liked it very much. I felt that you needed to see the darker side of me before we signed a contract and you moved in. I felt you needed to see the “Beast” in me. You had seen the Beast before, but never as your owner, a sadistic Master. You have only seen my unbridled passions only as a man… and that isn’t nearly quite as violent as I get.
The dream starts with your coming to visit me here. It’s late in the evening. I am at home reading about pony slaves and how their feet are laced into horseshoe shaped boots. The though of you in pony gear arouses my imagination. I can picture you prancing at the end of my lead dancing under my whip. You would look so lovely. Ideas for a stage show fill me with desire. You would be such a nice pony girl, my beast of burden outfitted in the finest of gear. I would make a special extended edit of the rolling stones song Beast Of Burden that would play in the background to our little public show at the local dungeon. I would catch you, rope you, stump train you and fuck you in front of an audience of our friends and strangers at the club. In my mind I can see the saddle on your back, the reins straining against your bit as I mount you from behind… {{{{{ding-dong}}}}}.
The doorbell rings. My day dream ends and our encounter is about to begin.
I open the door without looking because I am expecting you. As the door opens it reveals you standing there nude as trained, proudly wearing the collar I gave you. Your unfastened leash is coiled in one hand, a dozen red roses are in the other. Your eyes meet mine briefly. Just long enough for you to read the pleasure you see in my face. “Master, I am your slave. How may I serve you?” you say as you cast your eyes down, kneeling to present your leash and the flowers with outstretched hands. I take your leash, fasten it to the collar and leave you there for a few moments. Watching you hold the flowers, I truly ponder the question you have posed. How can you serve me? My passions are still high from the erotica I was reading and thoughtfully I say, “Slave, you may serve me your pain and your passion. The Beast in me is hungry.” With that I give a careless tug on your leash and lead you to my bedroom.
The bedroom is warm and glowing with the light from dozens of candles that were everywhere. A bottle of wine sits on the nightstand. A single whip lies on the pillow. It is a fine whip. A whip of stature carefully crafted and balanced. The workmanship of the tight braids speaks well of its maker and the leather is a fine and supple grade. The handle is a hand carved bear with gemstones for eyes. It has 18’ falls and triple turkshead knots on the end that look very painful. The custom made whip truly is a master piece crafted by an artist. You have never seen this whip before except to picture it in your mind when you heard me talk of the painful braided bedroom cat you would one day feel.
Looking around the room you feel the compassion and artistry in which I had laid out the room. The scene was being presented to you in the most beautiful and pleasant manner, but it was a scene for the Beast, not for you or me. It was feeding time and that whip was the dinner bell… you were to be the meal. You are frightened.
I tell you to unwrap the flowers and lay them out in a semicircle on the middle of the bed. As you bend over to arrange flowers, you see a tremble in your hand. You glance at the whip and the painful looking knots. You seek your center, your calm place where fear doesn’t make you tremble. You focus on me and can feel me standing close behind you as I start to undress. You let the warmth and scent of the candles comfort you. You wrap yourself in that comfort like a blanket. The tremble subsides and you can start to feel the heat of my body so close behind you. Occasionally my naked body touches you and brushes against you as I remove my clothes. I finish undressing and now flesh against flesh is where you focus because my cock is resting against your ass but, I just stand there while you go about your duty and finish arranging the flowers.
A sublime and quiet passion rises within you and you can feel my gaze while you are working. Not a burning passion or some violent urge, but a deeper more tranquil passion. The kind of passion that allows even the little mundane things in life to bring you happiness. Like a special moment in a routine that reflects appreciation for the entirety of it. This was one of those moments in our love. This moment together nude while you were attending the arrangement of the flowers was like the tranquility before a storm. The Beast was coming and we were setting a pretty table for him. “How nice” I said.
“Turn and face me” resounds in a commanding tone. As you turned, you feel me raise your chin with my hand until your eyes met mine. That tremble you so successfully quelled is about to reappear, you can feel it lurking below the surface. I begin to speak; “Tonight I do not want you to love me. I want you to serve me. I want your passion. I want your pain. I already have your love as you do mine. What is about to happen here is another matter.” Trying to calm that tremble, trying to quell what would be your quivering voice if you could speak, you finally reply “Yes Master.” Then I tell you, “Do not look at me again until I tell you.” And with a gentle kiss to your forehead, I turn you and forcefully push you facedown across the bed. Your breasts painfully buried in the semicircle of flowers because their thorns are pricking you. You were trembling before but now you are downright scared… and a little excited. The storm is coming.
Like most storms upon arrival, you can smell them in the air. I can smell your fear and excitement. I can taste passions building as I stretch your arms out and fasten the shackles so you are affixed sideways in the bed. With your right arm to the headboard and your left to the foot of the bed, I have you bent over the bed, feet planted on the floor and your face and chest pressing into the roses. It is a beautiful bed of roses you were in isn’t it? I fill with deep feelings of passions and lust gazing at you. The shadows from the candlelight dance on your feminine curves and seduce me. However, I am getting a little thirsty.
There you are, strapped down, ass up, helpless on a bed of thorns when suddenly you feel a cool puddle in the crook of your back. My lips touch you as I drink from the puddle. The scent of wine reaches you. Shivers of pleasure rush up and down your spine as you revel in my long languid licks. I continue using you as a wine vessel until I have my fill. Then tiny drops fall on you, your shoulders, your back, your ass and finally your legs. The scent of mineral oil filled fills your nostrils. You were being oiled and it feels so good as I rub the oil in with a nice but brief massage that coats you well. Your fears are quite because of the erotic energy built up in you. Then you feel me roughly spread your legs even further apart then had been. Now you felt exposed, vulnerable. Fearful again, you glance to your right… thankfully you see the whip still lying there in its place on the pillow. It haunts you as a sign of what’s to come.
I notice your glance at the whip and violently push 2 of my oily fingers deep into your ass with careless disregard. You feel me probe you and then SMACK, I spank you hard on the ass cheek. The initial contraction almost ejects my fingers. Then the burning glow sets in and we both feel you flush with blood between your legs as the red handprint rises to a burning welt on your cheek. Again comes the smack, and another, now 3 fingers, you feel toyed with. You are being played pain against pleasure and now another smack and my thumb enters your pussy, smack, smack, smack, 4 fingers in your ass now. You feel me rub and stroke your flesh between my thumb and fingers. You are getting your ass and pussy probed at the same time. As good as this feels, you are being used, probed like property getting inspected.
Because of the incredibly intense beating, your pussy is soaking wet and your ass has been beaten into a tender and violated mass of burning flesh. To me, this is makes you supple and inviting. You hear me take the candle from the nightstand. Hot wax splashes and you feel it burn your back. Waves of pain fill you setting your nerves on fire. As the rush from the burn fades and your flaming nerves subside, you can feel that my hand is pumping rhythmically in and out of you. At the depth of the stroke, you feel me squeeze the flesh between your ass and pussy with my fingers and thumb. Then, in a milking motion I withdraw, opening my hand at the apex and penetrating again. Waves of erotic pleasure fill you and your ass and pussy open to swallow and receive my fingers. You become lost in a sea filled with alternating waves of pleasure and pain.
You hear moaning and slowly from that far away place, lost in that sea of sensation you focus on the sound only to realize you are hearing the echo of your own pleasure moans. Hearing yourself makes your pleasure and passion rise. Now more wax is pouring onto you. The first had been just a little splash but now a steady steam pours up your spine. Somehow, far away in your sea of sensations listening to your own song of pleasure moaning in the echoes, the searing pain of the hot wax doesn’t strike you with the same force. The pain has an inverse effect and you open up to it. You open up to me and the rhythmic penetrations. You let it all in. You submit to the passion and surrender to the sweet sensation of it all.
Burning waves of wax on your spine shoot down sending quivers through your ass and then your pussy. The more it burns, the more stimulating it is. Juices are running down your legs… you are approaching climax. You hear the candle being set down and feel me pump you harder. Arching your back the spasms of orgasm are beginning to build. You start to clench as that big wave of orgasmic rush is about to hit but, I intervene and say “Relax, open up, breath steady.” Like a puppet with Master’s hand deep inside you, you follow the lead and relax. Breathing deeply and slowly now, you feel a new sensation. A calm but deeper wave builds inside you. It grows without your assistance or strain… it comes on like an inevitable event you cannot stop until finally orgasm sets in. Not a blinding flash pushed out of you, but a long slow building orgasm. It comes in waves as if it is uncontrollably being pulling out of you. As these waves are filling you, my thumb leaves your pussy and enters your ass. You are quaking with orgasm as all my fingers slip into your ass. Spread wide open, strapped face down in thorns, you are having an orgasm and feel it escalating to a higher level as all of my fingers penetrate deep into your ass.
My fingers slide into you as your flesh stretches tight. You can feel the physical spasms and I am penetrating you to the rhythm of your spasms. With each orgasmic wave, you are more supple and receptive until finally you feel my knuckles penetrate your opening and my hand slides deep inside your ass. There is a dull pressure in your gut… my hand. My fingers press down against the wall adjacent to your pussy, milking the blood in their vessels to the surface. As the heat and blood course through you, you open even further and you feel me make a fist, pushing it deep into you. Pressure builds deep in your gut as a tidal wave is building in the sea of sensation you are lost in.
A storm really is coming and these passions, these pleasure are just the beginning. You cling to your imaginary life raft at sea as rapture takes your body through sensations and pleasures in that bedroom of candles where a whip still sits coiled on the pillow.
Your organs can feel its very presence. Your gut becomes part of your sex as the initial waves of orgasm fade in the shadow of what is now building in your gut instead of your pussy or ass. Your whole body is getting fucked. Even your lungs feel the pressure when my arm enters you. The pressure is so intense, tears begin to flow from your eyes.
I can see my wrist disappear inside you as I push deeper with every stroke. My fist feels as if it is some great knob pumping into your body.
Pumping my fist into you I watch more and more of my forearm bury itself in your ass with every stroke. Sweat begins to bead on your back. I feel the control I have over you. I am making you sweat and cry and soon I will make you cum again. I am fist fucking you hard and you are going to explode. I am so excited my cock stiffens. I grab the hair on the nape of your neck and pull. I know that you no longer even feel the pain… it has just become sensation that will fuel your passion. Slamming my fist into you is rocking your body on the bed and scraping the thorns on your breasts and face. You are bleeding from their wounds. With your hair in my hand I push your face into their thorns harder. Soon you are helping me and you push yourself into the thorns. Bent over tied, spread legged with thorns in your face, you feel my fist split your guts to their depth. I am no longer pushing my arm into you, I am punching my way into your guts through the channel of your ass. The furious rhythm finds your soul and dissolves it. You are no longer flesh that feels pain, you are a free of such mortal coils. You are pure passion. You are flames of fire. You are an eruption.
…and 2 beasts moaned and howled as you climaxed with your whole body. A ripping hot orgasm set in like a great storm that shattered the world as you knew it. Your skin burned as if on fire and your flesh melted away into waves of sensation. You can barely perceive that my forearm was fully into you as you quake in spasms and your guts vibrate. I can feel your spasms on my arm. You are cumming, sweating, crying and quivering all at the same time. Your body is humming and your voice is growling. You are a beast of passion. The human is gone. You had served me the passion I had commanded. As I withdrew the length of my arm very, very slowly it brought about several aftershocks.
The whip still lays on the pillow.
I fell safe. Your beast is here. I have your passion, now I want your pain. You look so beautiful in that bed of roses. I have to have you right now. I went to the kitchen and returned with a container of ice. I put my stiff cock in it until it was very cold. I am so excited I have no fear of losing my erection in this bath of ice. I am so hot, I am more concerned about melting all the ice. I stand behind you and mount you. I take my icy cock and push it straight into your hot ass. It burns me to be inside you, but your flesh was so inviting I cannot resist. Your body is glistening with oil and sweat in the candlelight. Tossing the ice from the container onto your back and it falls wildly all around you and on the bed. I feel your ass clench on my cock. Even though you are on fire inside and numb to everything, the ice cuts through enough to get a reaction out of you. Peeling the cold wax from your back, I slowly begin the rhythm of fucking your ass. I can feel my cock growing warmer inside you as I penetrate you fully with no resistance even while you clenched tightly. Waves of pleasure and passion course through my body and warm my heart. I can fell that you are mine. I own you.
The whip is no longer on the pillow. Standing behind you with my legs spread just far enough so I am at the right height to fully bury my cock in your ass, I push myself fully into you. Your legs close together and raise your ass up to meet me and swallow my cock. We are fucking like animals and the head of my cock is swelling larger with each stroke. I hear myself growling and you respond likewise. It is so very primal. I have your hip in one hand, the whip in the other. The ferocity of our rhythm is matched only by the sound of roaring that now emanates from me. Such a deep roar, a vibrant and ambient growl of passion with such deep tonality that it’s vibration rattles my bones. I am on fire with passion and fucking you ignites my core. My balls are swinging and slapping wildly against your pussy as I fuck your ass. The harder they slap, the more swollen the head of my cock becomes until it feels as if my cock were the fist that was in you earlier. The flesh on the head of my cock grows tight as it reaches full size. The tender insides of your ass are flowing over my cock like silk as I pump in and out of you. I am in rapture.
“Give me your pain.” I say. But before you can say anything, you hear the whoosh of the whip and the searing braids cut your back into bloody strips. Twitching I feel your ass squeeze my cock as you clench down on me. At the depth of my penetration, I lash you again and you involuntarily clench down on my cock again. The rhythm is set, thrust, lash, clench, and withdraw. You are milking my cock with your ass. I lash you harder. You squeeze me tighter. I can hear my own voice growling as my climax approaches. Grabbing the leash I use it like a set of reins pulling so hard that the collar chokes you and cuts at your neck. Blood rises from the cuts on your back. The flesh on your back opens for me in red stripes. The wounds slowly ooze blood as you arch to receive another blow. Your ass is open for me and you lean into me to receive my cock to the hilt. I can feel the total submission of your passion and it is wrapped in the coppery sent of blood. I am Beast. I take my pleasure from you. You are slave. You are my slave. My cock pierces your tight ass while I lash you in rhythm to our fuck…
Twenty lashes go by and finally you completely surrender to me. You give me your pain crying out in a scream half choking as the collar cuts at your neck. In that instant my orgasm explodes inside you filling you with my hot cum. Cum spews from my cock in long spurting jets. You can feel my cock pulsing inside you and you get pumped so full that it leaks out around my shaft. White frothy cum is running out of your ass and down your legs. My cock is spent and my whip is wet with your blood. The beast has fed on your sacrifice.
My cum feels like hot lava burning deep in your gut. Blood trickles down your shoulders and back. Your face and breasts are scratched. Your ass is stretched open and your guts are a dull ache. The echoes of a beastly growl subside as you hear me say, “Look at me”. You glance back over your bloody shoulder at the beast that has impaled you. You speak one word as you find my gaze… “Master”.
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