MistressAutumnLA
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Funny, I was just finishing my personal blog when this thread popped up. First, I'll share from my blog & then I'll go further into it. Names & some spiritual rants have been removed. "The beast has stopped the dance. Heart beats loudly in the prey. The music is over. Silence is powerful. The prey breaths a sigh of releif, it is still alive somehow. With the might of Samson pulling the columns down, I find the stremgth to let my voice squeek in humble inquiry "Did you like the music?" In a moment feet melt away into inches and his eyes, directly in front of me. I want I want I want I want. I want him to hit me so hard that my face is bloody and broken. I remember that was a limit...really, when meeting new sadists and going over what they were allowed to do, I never wanted my face harmed and a slap that wouldn't leave bruising or cause too much pain was my limit. I can't explain why the thought of him hurting me so rudely in such a completely disrespectful manner doesn't just turn me on but makes me want to do anything to reach that nirvana with him. I searched his eyes. I opened myself completely to his energy. Fucking witch! Consealing his intentions. I don't know if he is going to do it this time or just be a fucking tease building my want for him to where...I am helpless. I die. It comes. The beast in force backhands me. I hear my jaw make the most painful of creaks and crunches. I don't stop to think about the pain. I don't dare let this moment slip away. I have to look up...daringly, bold though most certainly not above, I look up into his beautiful blue eyes and smile the most radiant of cheshire cat grins. I need him to know...it was ok. It's Alright Sir. You will never frighten me off. I know the power, and I submit my stregth and endurance completely to it, to you, for this, for these stolen moments in this lifetime where you are my god and I worship you. Again. Death, pain...its too much...beg for it to stop, no I won't I'll hold my tongue I WANT. One more full backhand to my jaw and I will break. I am trembling. I am Beaming. With extacy I look into His eyes. His power over me is complete. My hand is exploring my wounds. He strikes again. My wrist takes the majority of his force. Pain shoots through my arm and the tip of my chin. I know if my hand wasn't there, I would have acheived my fantasy in totality. He held me close, tight. I am swooning. Dancing lightly on the threads of conciousness, I know I would have been knocked out if I would have been a good girl and not had my hand up and although I had received a busted lip twice over from the previous two blows to the other side, this one would have been a doozie. Am I in heaven...the temperal bliss we find when our souls merge in the well before returning to learn, and experience again? Where knowledge and experiences are shared and understood. We aren't one with the universe...we are the universe. Our souls are the sun and the elements that come together to spark life, male and female, intertwinded, the energies blissful and agonizing. So much pain and suffering and death must always be the balance for life and beauty and peace and joy and birth. *sigh* Yes, my love. I am ok. Thank you. Oh thank you. You've given me everything I could ever want. The bliss of life eternal is that you appreciate the moments for the eternity that they are. Tales of might and victory passed down through the lives that are lived to gleem the wonder therein. I am god and the goddess, they are within my flesh and a part of my spirit divine. Mmmmm...back into this physical reality completely. No more ebbs of energy illuminating from Him. Blobs of light and spirits have faded and my eyes see clearly the tangible world before me." My lover and I have been building up the intensity of our facial brutality play. It in its own right is becoming its own passion by pushing the limits. However, the feeling of being slapped, brings you back to the innocence of childhood and the shock of being hurt by the ones that love you. Most of us, even if it was once or twice, receive a slap first from one of our parents. I was 15, my cousin had just gotten pregnant. I asked why she was going to marry the dad since he would have to move in with her parents. Couldn't they just sleep together and let her live with her parents? I was knocked out of the dinning room chair I was sitting in as my father thought that sinful idea meritted his rare use of physical punishment. It is powerful to resurface moments of emotion like that and it endears you to the one giving you the pain/pleasure. As I most certainly was given permission to orgasm completely & fully for as long as I could as I laid in bliss in his arms.
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