Everything I Want Is Wrong

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Thu, 02 May 2013 15:27:38 -0400

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“One must do violence to the object of one’s desire; when it surrenders, the pleasure is greater.” ~ Marquis De Sade

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Things changed once T/they moved in together.

He had always been… Fierce in bed. It was one of the qualities that attracted her to Him. Between the sheets He was like an animal, primal. So different from His normal thoughtful, studious demeanor. But she loved His day-to-day self, too. He was quiet, but happy, a smile never far from the lips she adored kissing. He had some traditional opinions, more conservative than she was truly comfortable with, but she wrote them off as quirks. Quaint beliefs, probably from His upbringing. Besides, He was so kind.

When she lost her secretarial job she was crushed. she knew that she’d been fired simply because she wouldn’t respond to some of the Partners’ advances. she had her principles; she wouldn’t be a whore for Them. But, still, it stung to be dismissed just because They wanted her body over her mind or ability. Thankfully her Boyfriend came to her rescue. He arranged for her to move into His place as soon as her lease was up. He took care of all the fees, even paid her rent in the interim. He was so good to her, so kind.

she knew that she wouldn’t be able to find another job any time soon, not in this economy. So she settled into the role of being His de facto housewife. To her friends she would talk jokingly about how she’d become a kept woman by accident, but it still hurt a little inside to admit it to herself. Even more, it was difficult to accept the fact that it made her a little heated when she thought about it. A blush on her cheeks and a secret wetness between her legs when she said the words.

So she cleaned His apartment, cooked His meals, kept His clothing in good repair. And she saw to His needs in His bedroom. Though He had always been fierce with her, sexually, there was something different, now. He called her a cunt while He was inside of her, one night, and must have taken her gasp as a sign of encouragement. He went on with a veritable torrent of degradation, humiliating whispers pouring out of Him as He gripped her hair and rode her.

When He called her a worthless whore, she came. Moments later, He did so as well.

Things went effectively back to normal after that, though deep down she didn’t really want them to. Until one day, when she was late with dinner. she had spoken to Him on the phone and knew He was having a terrible day at work. she had done her best to prepare a true feast for Him to come home to, but her timing was off. When He walked in, He asked her where dinner was and she had to tell Him that it wouldn’t be ready for a half an hour.

So He slapped her. It wasn’t particularly hard, but the sound of it echoed through the apartment like a rifle shot. her hand went to her reddened cheek, mouth agape. He stood there for a moment, looking at her.

“Lazy cocksucker,” He said under His breath.

she couldn’t respond. Couldn’t even look at Him. Lowering her eyes, she saw the bulge in His pants. Then it was a confusion; His hands were on her, hard, hurting, forcing her down. she was on her knees, skin sore from where He grabbed her, cheek stinging from His slap. His pants were open, and then her mouth was full. Realization came back to her, but there was nothing she could do. she was afraid, in truth, though her inner thighs were as warm as her cheek. she cried for a few moments as she went to work, but stopped as the sheer size and firmness of His shaft overwhelmed her. she threw herself into her task.

After that things were effectively normalized, though His new roughness came with Him to the bedroom and persisted there. He insulted her constantly while using her. He hit her and clawed her, marking her pale skin. He made her endure His lusts, which were suddenly voracious. she never thought to refuse Him any of it. A few days later He came to her after a long period of quiet thoughtfulness. He had kept His own council for so long that she was almost afraid that she’s done something wrong and He was about to throw her out. Instead, He calmly told her that He didn’t want her wearing clothing in His apartment any more.

“A whore should be dressed for a whore’s work,” He said quietly.

His words took her breath away. Disagreements swelled in her breast, but died away as He looked at her, smiling. He was so kind to her, she remembered. So, wordlessly, she stripped naked, folding her clothing carefully and putting them to one side. He nodded, smile growing wider, and opened the fly of His pants. He leaned back. she knew what was expected. she straddled Him and rode Him until He came deep inside her. she hadn’t thought she would cum herself, but she did. Explosively.

she adapted to His instructions rather quickly. But there were mistakes here and there. Today she dressed to go to the supermarket, and forgot to strip again when she got home. she was rushing around trying to get the house in order and dinner cooked when she heard His key in the lock. Suddenly she realized that she’d done wrong. Looking down at herself, she blushed in deep shame at her light blouse, her pants and underwear. There was nothing she could do. Trembling, she met Him at the door.

He growled. No smile then. He slapped her and spun her around. Over the couch she went, disoriented. she felt her pants being ripped down, the air cool on her backside. There was a swift riffling sound. And then His belt came down on her ass, making her scream and jump in pain. The shock of it was the worst. As was the fact that He hadn’t said a word. Again the belt came down. Again she screamed, crying now as she levered herself up instinctively on her hands.

she lowered herself right back down again, too. she knew what was coming. His belt ripped through the air and kissed her skin, so unused to a whipping that she screamed torturously. she wept openly, begging for His forgiveness. she cried out that she was sorry over and over again. His belt came up and down. His punishment continued.

she took it. she knew that it was her fault. she had earned it. she had disappointed Him. she hasn’t done as she was told. And He was such a kind Man.

whydegradingislove: Who told that women are worthless pieces of...

Thu, 02 May 2013 15:19:44 -0400

whydegradingislove:

Who told that women are worthless pieces of fuck meat? They have their qualities!

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One licking, worshiping his anus, the other licking the sole of his foot while he fucks her ass. Why can’t something like this ever happen to me?

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Mon, 04 Mar 2013 09:51:07 -0500

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THE MAGICIAN 11 - 15
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Thu, 24 Jan 2013 10:46:17 -0500

bruisedbukowski:

take me

Would have been nicely cast as Jace Wayland.

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Thu, 24 Jan 2013 10:37:45 -0500

detention1992:

I really do I don’t know why but I do XP

Me too.

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Thu, 24 Jan 2013 10:32:07 -0500

This is really sexy.

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Wed, 04 Apr 2012 09:34:25 -0400

Dream come true.

Sun, 01 Apr 2012 09:21:45 -0400

Dream come true.

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Sun, 01 Apr 2012 09:04:40 -0400

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Confiscated Twins

Sat, 31 Mar 2012 16:31:01 -0400

Confiscated Twins

Spank Him

Sat, 31 Mar 2012 12:11:00 -0400

I ran away from him that night, but I couldn’t stay away. Not really. He was constantly on my mind, no matter how hard I tried to fight it. And the experiment I’d tried, the one where I’d tried to change my sexual fantasies? Well, I guess it was a success in some ways. Just not in the ways I’d hoped. Instead of fantasies of faceless, dominant men and faceless, submissive women, my thoughts had simply focused on him. It was very frustrating.

One day, I was at it again, trying to get myself off, and every time I closed my eyes, the same image would pop into my mind. Me and Aaron, lying in bed, kissing, my hands stroking his hair, his arms wrapped around me, pressing me against him.

I’d stop. Clear my mind and begin again.

The same image would pop into my mind. Aaron is here with me. We are kissing.

I stopped again, completely frustrated. I counted to ten, hoping he would go away. But no, I can tell that he is still there in my mind.

Fine.

I close my eyes. Begin again. And there is Aaron, in bed with me. But we are not kissing. He is lying on the bed, face down. I am kneeling beside him. I see that he is naked. Sunlight has come in through the blinds and his skin is glowing like a pearl. On each of his wrists, there is a leather cuff. The leather cuffs are connected to chains that bind his arms, stretched outward and immobile, to the head of the bed. He is completely helpless. He is mine.

I run my hand down his back and watch him squirm. He wants me to do something to him. To turn him over and mount him.

I will not.

I run my hands all across his body, enjoying the way that he moves, silently begging me to touch his bottom, to reach beneath and grasp his cock. My hand does finally touch his bottom, but it is not to stroke or pleasure him. I slap his butt, hard, and feel a slither of pleasure at the sound of surprise and pain that he makes. I smack his butt again. Once more, I feel a surge of pleasure at his little sounds of pain. Now I have a rhythm of smacks going, and I can see that he is tensing and releasing his buttocks with each blow of my hand.

I look up to find that his face is flushed. A sheen of sweat is on his brow and shoulders. I think to myself how, with every blow, he is rubbing himself against my blanket, squirming against it, rubbing his cock against the smooth cotton. And I know that he is turned on, as turned on as I am, and that he is about to come. I can feel his humiliation at being made to come like this, helpless and spanked. That really turns me on. I love to think about his feeling of helpless humiliation and arousal.

I grab a handful of his hair. It is damp with sweat, tendrils sticking to my fingers. I give it a hard yank and he groans out loud. I yank it again, now in time to the rhythm of the spanking.

His body is shaking slightly. Trembling.

“Please,” he whispers, but I ignore him, all my thoughts are focused on his round bottom, his reddening cheeks.

This fantasy has me so excited, I’m about to come any second now, he looks so fucking good in my mind.

I want to. I want to.

I’m reaching for that moment.

With a final smack of my palm, Aaron’s body tenses and he is cumming, making pretty little groaning sounds. Back in the real world, so am I. It feels so damn good! My body is electric. Twisting.

I open my eyes and I think, Yes, that is what I want.

reddecatur: Take my coat..please… He looks like he could use a...

Fri, 30 Mar 2012 21:48:00 -0400

reddecatur:

Take my coat..please…

He looks like he could use a good spanking. Can I be the one who gives it to him?

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Fri, 30 Mar 2012 21:05:04 -0400

Very nice.

Fri, 30 Mar 2012 04:57:31 -0400

Very nice.