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ResidentSadist -> RE: Live meet ups from online encounters (4/16/2011 4:58:59 PM)
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Since the OP effectively closed this thread and thanked us, I am going to indulge in a hijack.
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ORIGINAL: MaxsBoy
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ORIGINAL: ResidentSadist
I can see it if I ever catch a court case "why yes your honor, ResidentSadist did stick 90 needles in her tits, cut a bloody corset shape in her back, shove a sharp knife up her cunt and fuck her in the ass using her own blood as lubricant" . . . "but he did it in a loving way and she liked it, I swear."
*books ticket for Florida*
Dear fox,
I have been hetro by educated preference for over 30 years. But, if your pretty ass did show up in Florida, I would cut your cute little retro panties off and wrap them around your neck, choking you as I threw you to the ground. Then I would take you from behind like you were a bitch in heat.
After the product of my lust was planted deep in your plump little ass and a hot pool of cum was leaking down your quivering legs, I would carelessly pull you off the ground, tying your hands up to the cross. With your ass throbbing, now bound, blindfolded and helpless, I would take out my knives . . . the big knives.
Blind, in the dark, you can hear me hold the knives by your ear. The blades rubbing together create a metallic ringing and it gives you a deep chill. Goose bumps form and move across your skin in waves when. Cold steel . . . you feel me press the cold steel knife tip against your nipple. Slowly the chilly blade lays against your chest revealing its true size, inch by inch. Your body is shuddering as your mind realizes just how large this sharp knife in my hands really is . . . a sadist’s hands . . . which you are bound and helpless to resist.
I see you shudder and quell the potential for a scream by jamming the panties in your mouth. Then, and only then, would I cut a line up your tender inner thigh and across your crotch. The bloody blade in my hand, I press it to your lips and command you to “kiss it”. Your lips stain red with blood as you obey. You can taste the coppery flavor in your mouth.
Tracing thin lines with the sharp knife, I would cut your moist tender parts . . . your under arms, your sides, your armpits. One hand cutting you while other pets your bloody wounds soothing you. Contrast fills your mind and stimulates your flesh as one hand hurts you and the other comforts your wounds. Ahhh . . . I can just picture you shuddering and squirming under the blade as your passions grow and you get sexually excited.
You feel blood dripping down your thighs, when the explosive sting of my hand slapping you burns an imprint. Carelessly my hands explore your thighs and your sex while smearing blood everywhere as they migrate to the cum soaked cheeks of your ass. Then silence . . . more silence . . . a quite calm comes over you, like the calm before a storm.
The calm lifts when you feel a knife pressing in your back and hear my command, “move away from the cross” (you are face out). When you lean away from the cross you feel a woosh between your legs and hear a “thwack” as I plant a knife deep in the wooden cross member. My voice is deep, calm, and engulfing. Somehow soothing but the tone of it is unwavering and definitely in command. There is no room to disobey . . . and no escape. You are my object of pleasure to do with as I please.
I lean into you and speak into your ear. You feel my warm breath as I say, “back up until the knife handle penetrates you”. Then you feel my a hand on your hip gently guiding you. You also notice a knife at your throat . . . which further inspires you obey completely until the hard cold handle is jammed fully up your ass. You are not only bound, blindfolded, bleeding, drenched in cum . . . but your throbbing ass is now impaled by a knife handle.
Blood? The scent of blood? The smell of blood and cum fills your mind as you realize my bloody hand is inches from your face. Bloody fingers pry your lips apart and penetrate your mouth playing with your tongue, then several fingers slide down your throat . . . your air is cut off. You feel my other hand take your sex as you get light headed from asphyxiation.
. . . I leave you here with this story. I am sure you can fill in the blanks.
The point of all this wank fodder? Just my way of thanking you for being such a flirt, showing you appreciation for the cute little panty shot in your profile and vent some energy about knife play. I do love it so much. My regards to Max for letting you play on the forums. It’s been a pleasure responding to you.
Best wishes and sweet dreams,
Kalon Eric
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