Sex without pain is like food without taste
Marquis de Sade
I have a fantasy I would like to share. Would I actually do it? Well, it would leave marks on my pale soft skin, but then the experience would leave me in a trace, a sexual haze that I imagine nothing else could. Now let me make it clear that the flogger I would want used is not a toy, It is a real leather, one that stings, burns and rips the flesh. Blood spurting from the lash marks before he was done would be the ultimate high. Listen carefully as I may never let anyone in such a private space that is my mind again.
I am wearing a white wedding night gown. It is tulle, see through and has a corset attached. I am barefoot and walking through the mist. Perhaps I have had something slipped in my drink, I do not know as these details are minor. I walk into an old huge house, it is dark and candles light the way. I know where I am it all comes to me, it is a place our nightmares were made of as kids. A place that has long since been torn down. I am at the house on Toddville road. Look it up my pets, it makes an exciting read.
I stop dead in my tracks as a smell comes to me, copper smelling like blood mingled with old incense. It makes me want to fuck. I hear a clanking sound as shackles drop down from the ceiling and wrap around my pale thin wrists. I can barely breath, I shudder with excitement and dread. I dare not turn around as I am afraid the dream will end, I am afraid I will wake up from this bliss. I hear it whistle through the air and the first blow of the flogger hits my back. It stings, and I want more. He goes fast and hard whipping me into a sexual frenzy. I can feel the night gown being whipped from my back as it tears and falls around me. I bite my lip hard, drawing blood as each blow causes more damage to my silky skin. I am in a complete trance like state as he stops whipping me and is right behind me. I feel this hot tongue on my back, licking at the dripping blood. He pulls my hair whipping my head back. He laughs at how wet I am, as his hands now go around my necks. He slowly, painfully slides his cock into my hot wet cunt. He pounds me hard as he chokes me then stops so I can breath. He is still licking the blood from my torn back. He cums fast and hard as I scream in lust, pain and disbelief. I pass out and find myself days later in my bed.
I cum to this fantasy night after night. Would you like to make it come true? Call me and take me to a place where your most deviant thoughts come true.
I go to the gym every day with the sole purpose of seeing you and teasing you. I know you’re watching me while I’m on the stair master. With every step my ass gets harder, tighter, bigger! I can see you in the mirrors, watching the sweat roll down my back and watching my ass move up and down. You adjust yourself and you look around, I see the realization that we are alone in the gym dawn in your eyes. Your head snaps back to me, are you thinking about what you could do to me right now? What you’d like to do to my ass? Would you like to bend me over the bench press, spread my cheeks wide open and shove your hard dick into me? Nobody would hear my screams of pleasure and pain as you forcefully shove all the frustrations of your monotonous daily life repeatedly into me. Do you want to push me against the mirrors? Nobody would see your hand wrap around my throat as you tell me what a hot fucking slut I am, shoving your cock deep into my dripping wet pussy and filling me with your thick hot cum. Our eyes lock in the mirrors in front of us, I smirk and I roll my yoga pants down a little bit more so that you can see my tramp stamp and the fact that I’m not wearing any panties… it’s your move, what do you want to do?!
