He hissed in impatience with my struggling, slapping my face again before he shoved me over the table, pressing me down with a hand on my back while he freed his cock with the other. I went to push myself up on the table and he wrenched a cane stripe in punishment, so that I screeched. “Bad. Fucking. Slut.” He punctuated each word with a hard slap to my ass and then fixed himself against my entrance and drove himself balls deep inside me in a swift motion.
“No!” I shouted it through an orgasm that made me blind for a minute. Violence was like cocaine to me. It hit hard and fast and pumped my body full of vicious energy and bliss.
“No again? I think I’ll listen to your cunt instead, since it’s squeezing my cock so hard from your slutty orgasm. You like being raped like this?”
“No, please stop, I don’t like it, I don’t!”
His laugh was feral with pleasure and, God, he was so fucking hard it made me thrash. “Aw, look, a little fuck doll in denial. How cute, but your pussy says it wants to be raped harder.”
He pumped inside of me so that I gasped with the sudden onslaught of so much pleasure. My vision was swimming with how good it felt, with how profane and endangered his filthy words made me feel. “Please… don’t anymore…”
“What was the last part? I couldn’t hear you very well, but it sounded like you begged for more.”
“No! No, I said- Oh, God!” I couldn’t stop the shout when he reached around me and forced two fingers inside of me alongside his cock.
“Oh, you love having this pussy ruined, don’t you? You just squeezed so hard from how horny it made you. I think I’ll leave it a gaping hole dripping with my cum.”
“Please! I! No!” The begging ran together and I was so wet that he managed to add a third finger, while I only felt all the more lustful with how he forced those fingers down against my pussy’s walls, stretching it painfully.
“Getting close again? That’s okay, go ahead. Cream all over my cock again so I know how much you love being stretched open with your slutty hole being ruined. I’ll have to use your fucking asshole for the second time just to feel it.”
I shrieked with orgasm at the thought of that and what he was already doing, screaming more pleas and denials while I did. “Stop, it hurts, please! I-“ I cut off with a wounded cry when he abruptly pulled his hand away, slamming into me from behind. His pace was animal and I pant in shock at the sudden change, feeling him turn impossibly hard so that I shuddered around him. His breath started to come in sharp pants with how horny he was and I moaned.
“Filthy fucking rape toy.” He snarled with the force of his orgasm and I moaned in a long cry of satisfaction. “There, now that your hole is gaped and filled with cum like a slut deserves to have it, come here.” I followed where he lifted me by my hair, in a used up daze. I couldn’t even protest anymore.
I whimpered when he shoved me to my knees, fixing me with the heavy iron collar and padlocking it shut. The chain made me flinch when it touched my shoulder and I watched him tug the lengths of iron to show me I was secure and couldn’t escape. His amber eyes glittered with twisted amusement. “You can sit here and wait for round two and while you’re waiting, I’ll give you a few things to think about. First, when you fight me when I get back, I’m going to belt you until you can’t fight anymore.
“And two, well, if that’s what I just did to your pussy, imagine what I’m going to do to your asshole.”
I moaned while he walked away, shaking in the chains, dripping with cum.
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Ethan – Prior Memories
I’m going to be honest. Even though the excitement was there for me, it took a little bit of magic from Pavlov’s bell for me to really be able to get darker. I wasn’t actually much of a sadist, but I also hadn’t even started out as much of a Dom. The thing about our games together, though, was how they just came with so much pleasure when Sophie and I started trying them out together. The first time I tied her down, for instance, it was mostly just rope play, not really much domination, but she got so wet from it that I could pair the pleasure of fucking her with dominating and the two went together. We have a word for magic like that and that word is conditioning. It’s not just for submissives and it definitely works for tops too. We talked about that together and came up with ways to deliberately make me like being mean, really fucking mean.
At first it was the light ideas like dirty talking while she asked me to stop. See, I already did the dirty talk thing with Sophie, especially when we played some of our domination games, so I knew how hard she could orgasm off of me calling her a slut. We just had to put it with struggling and get more violent from there.
God, it was great. We had more and more sex so we could work up together. It started with Sophie staring up at me with her wide eyes and whimpering, “No, please stop,” while I fucked her into my bed, her pussy tightening around me with each time she protested from how much she loved it, so much so that it made me harder instead of turning me off like I had thought it would. We talked through everything, too, because Sophie didn’t want me feeling guilty.
It was a steady process where Sophie encouraged me and she started blowing me before bed every night after we played, working me over with such adoration that it turned into bliss and heightened the domination mindset, along with the desire to be cruel. I would lay back with my eyes closed and place my hand in her hair, shudders of pleasure wracking me when she made me cum. Then she’d swallow, licking her lips while I watched, and nuzzle next to me like a cat. “I really love it when you’re mean, sir.”
I started to want to give her more violence sooner rather than later. Way sooner.
We kicked things up a notch by adding toys. We got gags and light pain play toys first and these still weren’t quite scenes or anything, but I would hold her down while she was gagged and stare down into her begging eyes while I fucked her in increasingly degrading ways. She would cum for me harder and harder and the effect of making me rougher in slow amounts had another effect in making her increasingly more excited with the thought of playing. Because however hard she would get off at the end of a playtime would only get better with the next one.
She got addicted to it too. I would be reading a book – and during all this we ended up moving in together – and Sophie would stroke a hand up my leg so that I grinned up at her. “Come and play with me?”
Which meant “be mean and rape me”. We increased pain play a little more slowly from there because that took some getting used to for me. Sophie got an idea for it though. I was getting out of the shower one night when she watched me with a wicked look in her eyes. “I got you a present so that I can make you bad.”
“Oh, yeah, baby girl?”
“Yup.” She held up a box and I got pretty damned intrigued with the vibrating cock right she showed me.
I couldn’t fuck her when doing something like paddling her, and sex was what we were using for my conditioning, so Sophie had decided to help me with that. She got me a remote controlled ring that had settings and the setup was that she helped me place the ring on myself and then bent over the bed for me to paddle her or strap her or eventually cane her. When I started, she started the ring on the first setting. When it hurt more, she upped the vibration until my thoughts started to scatter. When it became really rough, she kicked it to the highest setting until I couldn’t take it anymore and fell on her in a violent frenzy, fucking her through a greedy haze of desire. Every single fucking time, she’d be so wet because it turned out Sophie loved pain, and that was a key thing. I couldn’t have dealt with it if she hadn’t been that worked up by that point because my pleasure was heavily tethered with giving her pleasure and had been even with just domination. But she was that worked up. Every single time.
What was really interesting about the conditioning we did, at least to me, was the fact that the violent nature we were working for seemed exclusively contained to go with our domination sex. What I mean by that is once a scene was set or once we started our ritual of my brushing her hair, I started to feel my blood pulse with excitement for the pleasure and the desire to have it. On the other hand, when a scene wasn’t set and Sophie was just making out with me on our new love seat, I was the same way as always. Actually, we both seemed to get more romantic with these softer moments as opposed to before, when I would lose myself in lightly choking her. It was as if the violent desires were being so heavily satisfied during our playtimes that even Sophie started to be softer outside of them. Where she had once been nearly impossible for me to have totally vanilla sex with, we started to have moments where I would lick her pussy open and then gently press my cock inside of her, only to hold still for a while, kissing her with these light brushes of our tongues against each other. That part of me was perfectly content to just enjoy her wet heat closed over me, to nuzzle her hair and enjoy the scent of her, tell her she was more beautiful to me than anything and how I hoped she’d be my wife one day.
It was fascinating. If I had to guess, I would say this strict separation was an effect of my preexisting moral constraints. Once a scene was a scene, the restraint disappeared.
Of course, this was after a fair bit of playing. We started to use the cock ring when we began our first smaller scenes too, that way it vibrated in encouragement when I grabbed her from behind when she’d come out of the shower, curling my hand around her throat and forcing her head to my shoulder in a violent gesture. She gave me these gasps of terror while the cock ring pulsed pleasure through my balls and shaft in these gentle waves. The haze of desire made it difficult to think about the cruel words I was saying, but after starting out with the filthy talk, that was kind of the point. We didn’t want me thinking about it because I was meaner when I didn’t consider it. “Are you going to be a good fucking girl for me, Sophie, or do I need to hurt you a little bit before I fuck your ass?”
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