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Nothing says Love quite like.... Fisting (8)
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Posted by candyflip on Mon 8 Sep 08, 2:23 PM
He approaches me slowly. I start to shake. I know I asked him for this, begged him even, but I didn't expect him to want to. He doesn't like hurting me. He doesn't get off on it. This isn't right. But I can feel my cunt pulsing. A direct reaction to the look in his eyes as he winds the buckle-end of his leather belt around his hand. I am cuffed to the end pillar of the huge, mahogany, four-poster bed. He has deliberately allowed me movement but there is no escape. I back away from him turning towards him so that my arse is out of his reach. He simply follows, smiling at me. He knows that I can't run away and he's enjoying the chase.
Fuck! Burning pain that takes my breath away before I have chance to even anticipate the blow. There will be no warm up. If I want pain, pain is exactly what I'll get. I want to press my hands onto my sore, burning cheeks to soothe them but I cannot, so I twist and sit my bum down on the bed to try to hide it from him while I recover, but the blows keep coming. The front of my thighs, my back as the belt whips around me, my breasts... Shit, that stings like fuck! I glare at him and whimper like a petulent child.
"You'd better stand up and turn back around, or you'll have more than a sore arse", he says matter of factly.
I hesitantly comply and offer myself to him. With unexpected relish, he lays into the flesh of my arse with his belt, blow after stinging blow. The pain is unbearable. I dance from one foot to the other arching my back and crying and whimpering and begging him to stop. Tears stream down my cheeks.
He laughs softly as he walks slowly behind me and I'm crying quietly as he fingers the stripes I can feel blazing across my cheeks and my back. His fingers trace the lines and his hot mouth is on my nape. Kissing... Biting... Owning. He takes my face in his hands and turns me towards him. I can feel his breath on my face as he asks me who I belong to.
"You, Master", I whisper as he licks my tears and pushes his fingers into my cunt, "I belong to you completely".
"Mmmm" he says as my cunt oozes over his hand, "you dirty fucking whore".
He takes The Demon from the case. The Demon is a huge double-ended dildo with one end fatter than the other. With one swift upwards thrust, it is buried in me. It hurts as it is pressed hard into me. I cry and beg him to stop. He takes it out. "Thank you, Master", I relax, but He is grinning as he smears my own mess across my arse and forces it in there instead with just as much force.
"I've given you invisible heels," he laughs as I stand on my tip-toes, trying to stop him from burying it just as deep in my arse as it has just been in my cunt. "Thank your Master for your invisible heels".
I smile despite myself and duly thank him.
"Is it too deep?" he asks.
"Yes, Master, it hurts", I whimper.
"Is it too deep?" he asks again, his eyes questioning me.
I'm confused. "No, Master", I say in a small voice.
"Is it too deep?" he asks again, louder, pushing the huge cock even deeper into my arse.
Finally, I understand. I meet his eyes. "It's as deep as you want it to be, Master"
"Good girl." He says softly, removing it from my aching hole.
He holds me up as my legs begin to give way, unties my hands, and holding eye contact, lays me gently on the bed. Then he kisses me. My lips, my face, my neck and my breasts, my stomach...Then his hands are on my cunt, hot and smooth, soothing my bruised flesh. His whole palm pressed over my entire cunt, the heat from it radiating through me in throbs that feel as though our pulses have fused and become one. His mouth returns to mine, calling me his whore, his cunt, his beautiful little girl, his slut, his property, his slave... in between soft, deep hungry kisses that claim me completely and I can think of nothing but how to make myself perfect for this beautiful man.
I'm staring into the darkness of his eyes and I'm aware of his fingers pushing into my cunt again, slowly and gently but insistently. I feel full. He must have at least three fingers inside me. Then I feel the familiar pressure. I know what is coming. I want it. I want it so badly. For him to possess me. The symbol of his control of me. His power. His strength. His fist.
Still pressing into me, the pressure slowly increasing, he asks me if I am ready; merely an indication that it is about to happen, as we both know that he must possess me whether I am ready or not.
I am ready. I am aching for him. I need it. My cunt is opening for him and virtually sucking him in, I need it so badly. The pressure increases and for a split second, as the barriers begin to give way to his authority, and the pain sears through me, I change my mind. It won't fit. It will break me. It will kill me...
But his fist has taken its rightful place and I am convulsing with the intense involuntary orgasm that is ripping its way through my body, causing muscles to spasm and cramp, forcing my breath from my lungs with an animal sound I don't recognise though I know it to be me.
This is where there is a perfect connection of minds. Even in my altered state, I can see how much this is affecting him. That he is in awe of the power he can wield over me, the natural ability of my body to recognise his dominance, and surrender completely, and the very sight of his arm in my cunt while my body, his possession, responds to every miniscule movement with tremors that go beyond the physical, beyond the cerebral, beyond the emotional. This feels like dialogue between our souls. Everything is stripped bare. Nothing exists but the connection made by the essence of our very selves recognising the other and responding without conscious thought or feeling.
He brings me to orgasm after orgasm, holding me in his thrall, helpless but completely under his control. He holds eye contact as he tells me that I am his and I drink his words, able only to look back at him and say, "yes, I'm yours...". He slows the pace and waits for my muscles to relax enough for me to lie flat on the bed.
"Good girl", he says over and over, still holding my gaze, soothing me, quietening me, calming me and I'm aware of hot tears escaping the corners of my eyes. Tears of overwhelming emotion. I feel so completely enveloped. Cherished. Fulfilled. My need to be taken this way is recognised and met by his desire to create this being that exists only to serve him.
He forcibly takes his hand from my body, leaving me bereft. "My little whore", he whispers into my ear, "who has nothing, but gives me everything".
Edited Wed 10 Sep 08, 9:51 PM by candyflip
Replies
8 Sep 08, 3:09 PM
CarolinaMoon
IE, 21 mths
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Wow....cold shower needed here |
8 Sep 08, 3:51 PM
Dirty_angel69
UK, 8 mths
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 mmmm cold shower needed here too  Get your rocks off on Planet Rock 
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8 Sep 08, 6:45 PM
Harrynflicks
UK(DA), 22 mths
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yes me too......cold shower here i come..lol fugger fugger fugger - love with all your heart and you will know both joy and sorrow. 
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21 Sep 08, 7:14 PM
Litany
UK(E), 7 yrs
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sod the cold shower, Im off for a wank "Litany, a poncy show-off with wit, a camera, and his own teeth *swoon*"
Fen "You have some strange taste in music"
Me "If I didn't, I wouldn't be half as interesting"
http://www.synthetik-lens.com
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23 Sep 08, 2:20 PM
velvet_minx
UK(EH), 3 yrs
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Absolutely gorgeous! No colours or shapes
No sound in my head
I forget who i am
Dirtier than Amy Winehouse's beehive
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10 Nov 08, 11:19 PM
Sottomessina
UK(LS), 14 mths
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w.o.w.
x I won't beat about the bush, it's your job. Arf!
This post will probably be, or has been, edited for typos.
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19 Dec 08, 1:55 AM
Purrverse
UK(N), 3 yrs
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"who has nothing, but gives me everything"
That is so incredibly touching. "I can't tell if you're playing some kind of feminazi mind fuck game on me or if you're trying to seduce me." -Sex and Death 101
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20 Dec 08, 1:38 AM
femsup
UK, 21 mths |
I liked that lovely sentiment too. |
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