I looked at her lying there on the bed. She was, of course totally silent. It's
not in her nature to talk, but in any case, I had trained her never to make a
sound. And she was very good at it - I could do exactly as I wished with her
body, causing her pain that would make any other woman scream aloud, beginning
for mercy. But from her - not a word. She would just look at me with her eyes
wide open, out of terror or sometimes trust, and I would do exactly what I
wanted. Sometimes it would be pretty straight vanilla sex, at other times, I'd
twist her arm up very high behind her back, and whisper obscenities into her
ear. At other times I'd put nipple clamps on her, very very tightly, much
tighter with her than I'd ever been able to do it with anyone else. Or I'd take
clothespins and place them all over her body - down her legs, her arms, face,
breasts, between her legs at her sex, then pull them off slowly or quickly,
depending on my mood. And my slave would just lie there, allowing me to pleasure
myself exactly which ever way I wanted to. I lay down next to her on the bed,
turning her face towards me. I've taught her to only look directly up at the
ceiling when she's lying on the bed you see. She goes so deeply into submission
that I have to grab her hair and physically twist her head to look into her
eyes, if I'm lying next to her, rather than on top of her. I stroked her body
slowly, enjoying the sensation, and then I took one nipple between thumb and
forefinger, and twisted it viciously. Her body arched, but good little slave
that she was, she managed to remain silent. I whispered into her ear 'I've got a
surprise for my little slave... and she's not going to enjoy it...' I got up
from the bed, and unwrapped my new purchase. It was a very large dildo - even I
wasn't sure that she'd be able to take it all, but I was determined to try. I
knelt between her legs, looking up at her, and waved the dildo, so that she
could see it. Her eyes were wide open as she looked... I wondered what terrified
thoughts were going through her mind; but quite frankly, the thought only lasted
a moment, since I wasn't really that concerned about how she felt. I held her
down firmly with one hand pressed hard against her thigh, then brutally rammed
the dildo up into her sex. Her body arched upwards, but good little slave that
she was, she made no sound - only her body gave me any indication that she was
struggling to accommodate the dildo. I looked down, between her legs, and saw
that she was stretched very widely; I was amazed that she'd managed it, but of
course, I wasn't about to tell her this - this session, as all sessions with
her, was just for my pleasure. I left the dildo in place, and walked around the
room, looking at her lying there, with this monstrous thing pushed up deeply
into her, and I marveled that after the initial movements of her body as I
pushed it in, she didn't move. I lit a cigarette; I was very hard and excited by
this time, and I wanted to torment her some more. I sat on the edge of the bed,
and caught her attention by waving the cigarette close to her.... and then a
thought struck me... I leaned closer to her, and whispered once more.. 'Ever
wondered what it would be like to feel a cigarette being burned against you,
slut? Ever thought how painful it would be?' I was getting highly aroused by
this - I'd never thought of it before, but now I had... well.. the thought was
there... and I had to try it. I yanked the dildo out of her, and pulled her into
a sitting position, so I could better watch. Her eyes never left the cigarette
and I held it close to her body... stroking it over her breasts (though not that
close - I didn't want to spoil the moment), over her arms, and down over her
legs. Finally, I held it really close to her clit... and looked up at her - her
mouth was open in a wide 0 of fear..... and I decided that now was the perfect
time..... I shouted 'Suffer, bitch!' and ground the cigarette out against her
sex.... There was a gasp as she finally made a sound, and then I looked up,
aghast at what I'd done. I'd finally gone too far, god help me... I'd pushed her
further than I'd ever done before and had truly found her limits. Then I
shrugged.. she was only a cheap little slut, and I was pretty sure I could find
another one. But then I sat bolt upright, and an awful thought occurred to me:
Where the HELL was I going to be able to buy another blow-up doll at this time
of night? -- Jaggery the Rascal. "There is nothing either good or bad, but
thinking makes it so." "I am a rebel soldier, and far from my home."
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