Posted by melody_A
on Tue 17 Jul 07, 3:18 PM to melody_A's blog.
“It's too high”
“Not so hard, what about a decent warm up first?”
“Be careful, not so low”
He placed the cane down, he'd had enough, so sends her from the room. He told her she would be summoned in 15 minutes and she had better be in the right frame of mind.
She was frustrated and angry. She wants it so badly, her expectations are high but sometimes she just can't help herself.
After about ten minutes she had calmed down and composed herself. Feelings of submission battling with her own selfish feelings. She drags herself off the bed and pads down to the corridor, no failures this time, she is determined.
The door is open, he is pleased that she returned of her own volition. He indicates she should remove her robe and assume the position. Shaking with fear she does. He feels her fear, he whispers into her ear that the earlier performance was not impressive. She gulps down a sob, she tries so hard, it feels unfair. She does try so very hard, can't he see that?
The cane comes down hard. No warm up, he is a sadist and he likes her in pain. She howls.
Her pleasure, he tells her, is in pleasing him. She gasps and cries out, he is relentless. She is finding it especially hard today. She forces herself to calm down, regulate her breathing, accepting the pain instead of fighting against it. She hates it, it hurts – it really does. He feels no empathy, he is taking his pleasure. In those seconds after the cane has landed, when she can't catch her breath, she hates him so fiercely. She feels the blood rushing to the welts. Blow after blow landing welt upon welt, each second drags her nearer to insanity. Her head and her heart are going to explode. She can't take it, surely he can see that? What is wrong with this man? On it goes.
She doesn't know how many or how long. She has cried, sobbed and fought. Suddenly it's over, he is behind her and fucking her hard. She knows this is the point that it all becomes worthwhile. She feels a heat inside, her body betrays her and she becomes wild with desire for him. It's animalistic, he takes her hard as he whispers in her ear 'you love it really, don't you'. She cries out once more as her orgasm rips through her. Those hot angry tears of pain have now been replaced with soft tears of love.
It wont ever get easier, she knows that. They have been lovers for a long time now, she knows him as well as he knows her.
She smiles a smile of triumph and satisfaction – she would want it no other way.
Edited Tue 17 Jul 07, 4:04 PM by melody_A
| 17 Jul 07, 6:55 PM mollie UK(CR), 8 yrs  |
oh wow Sometimes I lie awake at night, and I ask, "Where have I gone wrong?"/ Then a voice says to me, "This is going to take more than one night."" |
