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.
Tonight is the night! All of the stress from the work week shall be unleashed on the dance floor this evening at our regular club! My girls and I get dressed to the nines in our sluttiest gear to parade ourselves drunkenly around and wreak havoc on the menfolk. Not to worry, it’s not all tease and denial. Sometimes a lucky hottie will get one of us [or maybe all four!] out in the Escalade in the parking lot after last call. Imagine this; four of the most succulent breathtaking women in the club usher you out to the car. They pull you inside, strip off your clothes and begin running hands and mouths, teeth and tongues all over you and each other bras and panties fly thru the air! Giggles and moan erupt, filling the night air with passion. You feel like you are in some magnificent dream. Your heart races, your head pounds and your cock pulses and jumps. You are being used! Sucked and fucked like a piece of meat. Pussies and tits being pushed into your mouth and onto your cock, waves of pleasure wash over you and sweep you away.
