“No, please don’t fuck my ass! Please, it hurts!”
“The hard way, then.” And she’d struggle while I figured out how to rough her up in the ways that made her the most wet. That was another thing. The Dom desire to make her fantasies come true never left and I didn’t think it ever would. Even as cruel as she wanted me to be, I figured out the things to do to make her go blind with pleasure. A hand around her throat and light choking made her pulse around me. The first time I slapped her face – carefully and only ever lightly – she had to cover her mouth with her hand to keep from screaming with the orgasm. When I strapped her and got harder as the vibrations got harder from the ring, she would be more drenched than ever when I got done. But the general way to go with Sophie was with, unsurprisingly, violence mixed with a perfect amount of sharp pain. I would get more from her if I slapped her tits and then her face and then gave her a few sharp, hard strikes of a strap than I would if I just gave her continual light pain from a paddle. Fear made her come alive and roughness made her hotter than hell.
But there was one scene where we didn’t really have to use the conditioning anymore. I loved doing all this, loved it, but there was one thing that made me more into it than ever. One night, Sophie and I had decided on a scene where she would be “alone” in the living room and kitchen. The rules were I could grab her at any time of my choosing so she wouldn’t know when and then I could add my own few details to make it more terrifying. I wasn’t sure how it would go but I chose the strap for sure because I was hoping to get it around her neck for threat and then I decided on a mask. At first I was just going to go with, like, a ski mask or something but then I decided on something more theatrical. It was this face wrap over the mouth with a hard piece that went over the eyes and the design was skull printed. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it at first when I got it. On the one hand, it did look pretty terrifying. On the other, I hadn’t done anything that dramatic yet. I didn’t know how it would feel.
But then I put it on while Sophie was playing her part of the game and the headspace kicked in, the one that had turned dark as fuck and holy shit. There was this amplified effect where the mask and the theatrics in general only made the ambience more twisted, made me feel excited too, with that sense of pure eagerness that I had started getting from the cock ring. My blood thudded in my ears and I wanted to play rough with her and then I wanted to get more dramatic and find ways to add more theatrics in our games.
I waited for Sophie to get up to go to the bathroom and the walk to the back bathroom took her facing away from me, so that I quietly sprinted to her and grabbed her, wrapping the belt around her neck, so that she shrieked out of pure jump scare and then choked. That cut off into another yell of terror when she saw my face and-
And I liked it. My cock turned hard as if the ring was vibrating around me and my vision swam with lust. She twisted against me, reaching up to grab the belt. “No, let me go!”
She struggled harder than ever and I got harder off of it, almost drunk from it. It was so dark, yeah, but it had this twisted playfulness behind it when I added theatrical ideas like masks in some way. It was magic.
“I don’t think so, filthy fucking tease. Don’t act like you won’t like it.”
“No! No, what are you going to do to me? Please don’t hurt me!”
“I’ll do whatever I goddamn feel like and you’re going to be a good slut and take it. Now shut up and get on your hands and knees.”
“No! No, please!”
I strapped her until she broke and obeyed, until she was shaking. Of course at that time we still definitely used safewords. We weren’t nearly to the point of fulfilling that part yet. For one thing, we were still figuring out the right levels of pain and I wanted to know that on a goddamn intimate level before I did any kind of hard game without giving Sophie any control in it. For another, she was still getting to know the meaner version of me and changes in people we love make us a little guarded by nature. I didn’t want her to have any kind of distrust for me that might come between our day to day relationship. I still wanted to always be Ethan and Sophie because I wanted to give her everything I had, including my name, and I wasn’t about to fuck that up.
She didn’t take the way out. She would look up at me in begging terror and cower at the sight of me with the mask, scrabbling to get away until she broke and bowed. “Are you going to be a good fucking girl and let me rape you now or do you need more pain?”
She sniffled pathetically. “I’ll be good. I’ll be a good girl.”
“Good. Open the fuck up.” I slapped her thighs while she shrieked and she trembled while she obeyed. But it started to fall apart a little bit when I fingered her.
Sophie’s cry was something I’d never forget because it was so damn hot. She choked on it from how much bliss she felt while I groaned because the fear inspired from my mask and hurting her had turned her on so much that she tightened around my fingers, close to orgasm as soon as I touched her. No matter how mean and rough we were making me be, I didn’t think I could ever be mean enough to make her suffer denial games. I fucked my fingers into her in a rapid rhythm, saying all the cruel degradations I knew would for sure send her over the edge. “Come on then, be a good horny little bitch and cum all over my fucking hand. Show me how much of a lying cunt you are when you try to tell me you don’t like it.”
She screamed with it and then came so hard that she squirted on me. Poor little Sophie couldn’t even find it in her to fight anymore after that and my violence ebbed away a little bit. I settled for condescension while I pressed her forward and thrust down inside her, enjoying the filthy sounds of how drenched she was when I fucked her open in a brutal, stretching pace. “That’s it. Such a good little thing you can be once you’re broken down. Just relax, I’m almost done using you like the good fucktoy you are.”
She spasmed in an aftershock at the words, her legs spreading wider while I rocked inside of her. I wasn’t nearly so violent as usual, just taking my pleasure off of her instead, which was something she seemed to be insanely aroused off of anyway. She moaned when I finally finished inside of her, and I took my time about finishing and pulling away from her while she whimpered against the floor. The scene mindset faded more and more and I stroked her back. “Sophie, baby?”
She looked drunk, blinking up at me. “Uh huh?”
“You okay?”
Her eyes rolled back and she blinked, then her lips curved up in this dazed smile. “That was the most amazing thing ever.”
I laughed. “I’m glad you liked it.”
“Please wear the mask, like, all the fucking time.”
I had to laugh all the harder, sitting beside her to stroke her while she came back to reality. “I did not think I’d love this mask as much as I do. Holy shit, the theatric effect was so much fucking fun.”
“Oh my God, please add all the goddamn theatrics you want. Like anything and everything. Gloves, masks, canes, everything.”
It was like a dream come true. I thought about the gloves idea and I loved it. I thought about putting the smart lights on a timer so that they’d go out to make her more terrified. Already, even after that first hit of drama to the scene, I was considering all the possibilities and it was instant addiction. I wanted to play. “I have so many ideas.”
Sophie laughed. “Don’t tell me! I want to be scared and get the full effect of surprise.”
I touched her nose. “I wouldn’t dream of ruining the fun, baby.”
She no longer needed to condition me after that scene, but that doesn’t mean she dispensed with it. Sophie turned harder with her encouraging me, fueling me with pleasure like a drug when we played after that. I got more and more into it and had all kinds of fun being as creative as I could, as dramatic as I could.
That scene had another strange effect, too, though. Sophie and I had been working for creating that ideal rape fantasy and we weren’t quite there yet by that point, but that scene also warped the fantasy. We both agreed on something that struck us as a very hot idea, something inspired by that last part when she had been blitzed into a dazed headspace, when she’d been forced into a strange, defeated submission. The first part was always when I brutalized her, but the second part…
The second part turned into something a little more porn story inspired. After several more games, it also had a few key elements. I wouldn’t call it a set *********** by any stretch of the imagination, but there were a few key phrases we always said and it always had the same basic idea.
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Sophie – The Cabin
He’d turned off the music, but the silence only made his last words all the louder in my head. The evil version of Ethan really loved a nice, vicious anal raping and he always lasted longer the second time. I struggled in my duct tape, touching the iron collar around my throat for weakness, but the padlock was totally secure and it wasn’t going anywhere. Even so, I couldn’t help but try and tug at it right up until he came back around the corner again. He’d also turned the strobe lighting off and given a single dull light in the corner of that space, along with other small lights in various places, from what I could see through the sheeting. It still didn’t make his face any less terrifying. The red and white spiky demon lines were punctuated with small curving lines of black, like flames on his face. “I think I want to play again. Don’t you, little fucktoy?”
I whimpered. “Please… please?” But my blood was racing in excitement too because of what came next. I was too scared to protest because of his belt threat. I knew he’d start with it as soon as he got an excuse, but I also knew he was going to force me to give him that excuse one way or another. I was getting that belting that would break me.
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