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| candle_in_the_wind |
on Thu 19 Oct 06, 10:13 PM to candle_in_the_wind's blog.
I had only been talking on the internet with him for a week. He said he was a sadist, who knew no limits. They all say that though.
Yeah yeah, he'd invite mates round to fuck me while I was tied on his bed. Yeah yeah he'd force me into prostitution. Yeah yeah he'd violate me with every object he could fit inside me. Yeah yeah he would have me in a state where I would not know where I was. He would piss in my mouth, slap my face till my ears rang, gag me till my mouth was as dry as sandpaper, he would cane me, hog tie me, force me to lick his dirty boots… yeah yeah yeah.
But just incase he could do half of that AND make me cum a couple of times during the evening, well it was worth the trip to his place in North London and the bottle of wine he said I had to bring as an offering.
I was to drive to him naked. (tho modesty made me wrap a coat over my shoulders). I was to knock at his door, shake my coat loose instantly, nod to his flat mate if we passed but not make proper eye contact. I was to go straight into his room and lie face down on his bed.
I had been instructed to bring some toys and leave the bag by the door where he would rummage through at his leisure. I did as I was told. His flatmate did not bat an eye as I strode naked past his bedroom door, he was busy on his Play Station. I had text him en route to say that I needed to use the bathroom as the journey had taken longer than expected. He said I would pass it on the way to his room and it was the only allowance he would make. After that there would be no deviance from his instructions.
The bedroom I entered was dark, I could make out a brass bedstead and clutter all around. Not the tidiest of places but it looked and smelled clean. I lay on the bed arms by my side, head facing away from the door. I waited maybe 6-8 minutes in darkness and silence. A sudden stinging lash across my buttocks made me jump in fright and cry out.
He shouted that I had done wrong already. I had not removed my shoes! He yanked them off, then deftly attached two ankle cuffs. I did not move. I let this man pull me around, moving me into the position he wanted. My arms pulled, crossed behind my back, wrist cuffs attached, then he tied rope through the D-rings in each cuff and pulled it tight. My feet came up to meet my hands. I was hog tied and helpless.
What had I let myself in for? This man could be an axe murderer. He forced a ball gag in my mouth, threw a pillow on top of my head and left the room, closing the door behind him.
I lay there again for ages. I heard a TV go on in the next room, loud laughter. Later, I don't know how long, he re-entered the room.
He straddled the end of the bed, pushed my knees apart, held my cheeks apart and spat at my puckered opening. He roughly pushed a digit in me, long nails grazing the delicate skin. I struggled but could not move away.
Another digit entered me, obviously his two thumbs, stretching me open. Then he removed them but instantly I felt a bigger pressure. I was not sure what it was but he was pushing with all his force. He actually moved me up the bed but the pillows stopped my movement any further. He thrust and twisted it and despite my screaming through the gag he ignored me and continued until it finally was bedded deep inside me. He placed my fingers over the end and said I was to hold it in place. If it were to fall out I would be beaten and then he would replace it with something bigger and less smooth.
He left the room. Door closed, lights off Another 10 minutes passed, the pressure inside my anus was trying to push out the dildo, my fingers ached from trying to hold it in.
He returned. I knew he was standing over me but he said nothing. A full minute passed. Then I felt a searing pain on my lower back. Across the tops of my ass cheeks, between my shoulder blades. Candle wax. But how was there so much? How many candles can one guy hold?
He made sure the pillow was back over my head He left. I heard him talking to his mate, they were watching a comedy programme on TV, discussing it. I lay there waiting for his return, I knew it was a full 15 minutes as I heard the TV programme end. He came back in the room, more wax poured on me, between my ass cheeks being held open by the base of the dildo. It was uncomfortable as it dried hard.
He told me not to speak but to answer his questions by squeezing his hand. Once for yes, twice for no. Was I able to breathe? Yes. Could I escape? No. Was I glad I came? I hesitated. He asked again. Still no reply. Then he added Was I turned on? I was ashamed to admit that I was. He pushed two fingers inside my pussy, they slipped in easy which answered his question..
He stood and then as if I were a rag doll, he flipped me over on to my back. The weight of my own body on my arms was intense, my feet were up against my buttocks. He pushed my knees apart, ensured my fingers could still reach the dildo and hold it in. The pillow back over my face. He left.
I felt my juices run out of my pussy, it lubricated my arse and I pushed the dildo in deeper. I was getting hot and light headed, I needed more oxygen. I wriggled and thrashed about and gradually the pillow fell to the side, enough for me to see the darkened room and to gulp some air through the sides of my mouth, not blocked by the ball.
He burst in. He took the pillow and pushed it hard into my face. Oh my God he was going to suffocate me! I started to buck. He knelt on my stomach. He took the pillow away and grabbed my throat tight, putting pressure on my carotid arteries. The room spun. He released me, blindfolded me, then more pain as the wax hits my breasts, my navel and then down on to my pussy. I could feel it hardening on my lips and the feeling was like a touch. Then he took the gag out of my mouth and placed something else in my mouth.
Bite on this Bitch he said. I clamped my teeth round the candle. Its alight, he warned me. Don't struggle unless you want wax in your mouth. He began to pick at the hardened wax on my pussy. The feeling was surreal. It was pleasurable though it pulled at the delicate skin as he peeled it off me. He took the candle from between my teeth, told me to stick my tongue out.
I knew what was coming next. He tipped the candle up and the wax poured down on to my tongue tip. I wanted to gag. He waited a moment, peeled it off, opened my mouth by force and laid the circle of wax further in my mouth. Keep it warm he said. He left. ………………………………............
And so it went on. Each time he left for 10 minutes or more and each time he returned to defile and degrade me further. My vibrator pushed inside me, rubbing against the ever present dildo. He used tape to tie it in place, turned it on and left me to cum. Alone and in silence.
He asked if I needed water. I nodded. He threw it over me and left.
He asked if I were cold. I nodded. More wax, on my nipples. He left
He asked if Id had enough. I nodded. He laughed. He left.
He asked if I had cum. I nodded. He straddled me, wanked over my face. He left.
Ten minutes I lay, covered in his cum, aching limbs, hard wax pinching my nipples. He returned. He undid my bindings. Withdrew the 2 vibes from me, loudly and harshly. The blood flowed back to my extremities, painful pins and needles.
He helped me stand and led me to the bathroom. Climb into the bath, lay on your back, he demanded. I did as was told. He took his semi hard cock in his hand and began to urinate on me. I cowered away, turned my head to the side. Eyes front, mouth open he said. It was not shouted but I knew he meant it.
I did as ordered and he pissed all in my hair, over my face and into my mouth. I struggled not to gag. My mouth filled and the excess ran out over my chin. I don't know he held so much fluid in him, the golden shower went on forever. Finally his bladder was empty. He said I was dirty, needed to wash myself. He turned on the shower, cold water of course.
He said he would return when I was clean. 5 minutes I stayed there. My feet were numb, my teeth were chattering. He finally came back and with a look of pity he helped me stand and wrapped a towel around me.
I looked at him for the first time, then regretted it as he slapped me hard for direct eye contact. He dragged me to the lounge, pushed me to my knees on the floor, sat on the sofa with his legs resting on my back and used the remote to turn the TV back on. I knelt there till the warmth started to return to my body. He watched in silence. I was shaking so hard.
Suddenly he was kneeling over me, his weight pushing me down but I welcomed his body heat. I did not murmur when suddenly he eased another butt plug in me, He caressed my neck, my shoulders, nibbled my ears then with a hard chomp, he bit into my back. I thought he had broken the skin. it was excruciating.
I pulled away from him, fell flat on the floor. He held the back of my neck down with one hand, reached for his crop with the other. 6, 8, 10 and more, hard strikes across my ass and thighs. I started to cry. I went limp, no energy left in me to struggle. He scooped me up, turned me to face him. He was on the edge of the sofa I was between his knees.
He held my head in his hands and kissed me tenderly. I did not respond at first but as his tongue caressed my lips, as he gently pulled on them with his teeth, as he probed me, I gradually opened my mouth and kissed him back. I was so taken in by this tenderness that it took a while before I realised he was increasing the pressure around my neck.
He was pulling me up by it, my knees were off the floor, the room was spinning, getting darker. Suddenly he was shaking me from side to side, not too harshly but it disorientated me. I was not really there, I had left this place, entered a subspace - if that's what it is called.
He kept me still for a moment then let me relax into his arms. I was shaken but suddenly a calmness came over me. He looked at me and smiled. He had caused that. I remembered him saying he knew acupuncture and martial arts and all about pressure points.
I was spent. I was dazed. He led me to the bedroom, I allowed him to lay me down, cover me with a blanket. He lay next to me, our bodies not touching. I slept for a couple of hours.
He woke me with a shake. No anger, no animosity. Leave, he said. Now, he said.
I scooped up my things and left the flat without a good bye or a backwards glance. I spent the next 2 days in a semi dream. Emotions all over the place, Exhausted physically and mentally. I could not focus nor function.
Im not sure if I will ever go back but I will never forget.
Edited Sat 3 Feb 07, 1:38 PM by candle_in_the_wind
