Posted by Skyhook
on Tue 12 Oct 10, 8:49 PM to Skyhook's blog.
"Would you slap me? Stand over me, hold me firm. Hit me harder, do it again and again, leave my face bruised, my head spinning, my ears ringing. Hit me until I fall to the floor, then drag me to my knees and carry on. Maybe I'll cry - you'd like that, I know.
So please, slap me."
...
"I want to watch you dress, underwear, more, dress classy and elegant. I'll sit and watch you, in a room with softened lights. Watch and wait as you slowly, carefully apply your make-up, just the way I like.
Even though you know the perfect lipstick will soon be smeared across your face, your eyeliner streaked down your stinging cheeks by your tears.
Finally you turn, face me, stand stock still, patiently as you've been told.
Then I hear you say in a quiet voice, "I'm ready".
Later.... I stand over you, curled fetal on the floor, tears drying but body still shaking. I reach down, hand tangled in your hair, then pull you brutally to your feet.
"More, much more" I say..."
***
"If I cried, would you feel pity?
If I begged, would you stop?
If my body folded, weak and tired, would you let me lay my head by your feet and rest?
Please say no.
I want to be broken down, to lose all sense of myself, and all hope of mercy - to do this, and know you've only just begun."
***
"I want your beautiful face distorted with tears, I want to see the pleading in your eyes.
To hear you ask why, why am I doing this to you?
To see you a broken toy.
Destroyed, until you say you are my broken toy..."
***
"'Do I even have to touch you?' You said.
You're behind me, your hand hovering over the back of my neck. I can feel your fingers brushing so lightly against my hair.
I don't know what to say, so I stay silent. You slide your hand forward, your fingers wrapping around my hair.
'If I just tightened my grip....If I pulled your head back....put my hand around your neck....'
You release me, and walk around until you are facing me, looking down.
'You know what would happen, don't you?'
You place your hand next to my cheek, but don' t touch me. I can feel the air between your skin and mine.
'You'd be mine then, wouldn't you? Horny and desperate.... at the slightest thing. So pathetic.'
You look at me, your face hard.
'I could be anyone, couldn't I baby? Just another man who wants to treat you rough. You'd be anybody's girl, for this.'
You move your hand quickly. I flinch. You laugh.
'You want it, so, so badly' you say, mockingly. 'And do you think you'll always get it? Do you think you have power, because I want to fuck you?'
You take a few steps back, and gaze at me, appraising, calculating.
'Get on your knees.'
I fall to the floor as if my strings had been cut. You laugh again, a cruel sound.
'Pathetic.'
With one last look, you turn and leave. I kneel on the floor, listen as you grab your things, open the front door. I wait, unable to move until I hear the sound of your engine as you drive away from me.
And then, sinking to the floor, I cry."
***
"I watch as you walk to the bathroom, study the marks, the flowers of colour on your skin.
Watch as your legs carry you unsteadily with little urgency to the bathroom, hands automatically probing, testing sore areas.
Eventually I follow.
"Kneel in the shower Belle. Face me, hands linked behind your back"
A hesitation, then you do as told, shakily, reaching out for support, a lost, trippy look on your face, and something else I can't place.
"Tilt your head back...and open your mouth. You remember begging me in there? Promising me anything through the tears, if only I'd make the pain stop? You look beautiful, wrecked like that. But...but...I'm not sure you meant it, really meant it."
I smile down on you, but my tone is cold, unsympathetic. "So, a little test, little girl. I know you hate watersports" I let the words hang for seconds
"so what's it to be? Open your mouth now, take my piss, let it splash your face, swallow me, prove you will do anything...or say no....and take the consequences for lying. What's it to be, Belle?""
***
"He stands at the foot of the bed, watching her sleep. Dead to the world, she knows nothing of this intruder in her house, her room.
Slowly, carefully, he reaches forward, grasps the sheet, pulls it down exposing her breasts. He watches her breathe, her chest rising and falling.
With infinate patience he takes her wrist, locks a lined leather cuff around it. She barely stirs as he lifts her arm to fasten the cuff to headboard, doesn't stir as he repeats with her other arm, nor ankles as he spreads her legs and attaches them to the foot board.
Then he sits down to wait. He wants her to wake naturally, wants to see the look of confusion on her face when she tries to move, the fear when she realises he's there...realises how open, vulnerable she is...
He waits...casually flicking the knife in his hand open...shut...open..."
***
"Slowly I awake. I try to turn over but something I can't - something isn't right.
I'm cold, the covers bunched around my feet. I can feel your presence in the room, hear your breathing.
Then the realisations come all at once.
I try to sit up and discover how entirely I am trapped. I catch a glimpse of you as I strain my head up from the bed.
You sit, still unmoving, your face expressionless.
Panic hits me like a wave, my body jerks as I pull against my bonds and a moan, pathetic to my ears, escapes me. But confusion quickly turns to anger.
"What the...?
In one quick movement you are over me, one hand clamped hard over my mouth, the other resting by my neck. My brain processes that flash of metal, I feel the cold against my skin, and my breath stops in my throat.
We are as still now, a frozen tableau – who will make the next move?
I break, I try to beg but I can barely breathe and all that escapes is a muffled moaning. Your hand presses down harder, the knife moves closer. I fall silent and still again.
You raise your eyebrows at me, questioningly. I blink at you,move my head the tiniest amount. Yes, I will be good. You smile.
Releasing my face you move down the bed, taking the knife from my neck and placing it on my belly. Drawing it down slowly, you slip it under the band of my knickers. You destroy them in two quick cuts. I look down.
You're holding the knife against my thigh, waiting. As I catch your eye, you twist. The blood rushes up onto my skin like a flower blooming, the pain hot and intense. I cry out.
And now you are over me again. Straddling my chest you look down at me. Your arm flies out and you're hitting me. Once, twice, three times. My head is thrown from side to side, and I am left dazed.
“Silent.” I nod again, the tiniest movement. Now I am afraid. You know I cannot stay silent in pain. You look at me.
“You don't want to do this, do you? Poor baby, not in the mood today.” I say nothing.
“You can tell me, baby. If you don't want to say, just tell me. Just say please.” You smile at me encouragingly.
Then, after a while. “...please...” I whisper.
You grin, genuinely pleased by my response. I am almost reassured, until you slap me again, harder. I taste the tang of blood in my mouth.
“Great! Now, let's have some fun...”"
***
"Sat in the sun in my garden, drinking wine, chatting. I dart forward suddenly, grabbing your hair, lift you up and drag you into the house, upstairs to the main bathroom. I order you to strip, stand still.
I move behind you, hand trailing over your skin. "Open your mouth". I place a ballgag between your beautiful lips then fasten it tight.
You hear me open the shower doors, then reach out to catch the t-shirt I throw at you. It's white, tight. You struggle into it then wait.
"Get in the shower". You do, slowly; what choice do you have? I reach past you, turn the temperature down as cold as it'll go. You resign yourself...as I flick the stream to full, then slam the doors.
Shiver, girl...
How long? Five minutes? Ten? I watch you...shiver, head bowed, arms wrapped around you.
I open the doors briefly, "clean your cunt and your arse, I don't know who you've been fucking, slut". You do, movements slow, hesitant through the freezing water.
"Now, get out, down on all fours, here." I offer you neither a hand or towel.
"I'm gonna fuck your ass. Maybe, if you've been a good girl I'll even use lube.
Have you been a good girl Sophia?""
***
""You've been a good girl today", I say, approaching you sat naked on the edge of the bed "but it's time for sleep now". I stroke your hair tenderly for a while then plant a soft kiss on your lips.
"One final thing though"...
I drop the dildo and butt plug onto the bed next to your thigh. "and this to keep it all snug", as I put the chastity belt down next to them, its key jangling from the lock.
"I want to be up a six thirty; wake me with a blow job""
***
"Standing in the middle of the lounge, shifting from foot to foot. Another glance at the clock. Still five minutes to go.
One last dash to the mirror in the hallway, distractedly adjusting my hair, my clothes for the last time. My heart beating hard, my breathing heavy already.
Back to my place. I pull down the hem of my skirt, fold my hands in front of me, and wait.
Long, slow minutes crawl by before the door finally opens. I dare not raise my eyes, but stare at the carpet ahead of me. I see your shoes as you enter the room. How many more? Another man behind you…and another.
“I told you she'd be ready” I hear you say.
My head is still bowed, but I can feel their eyes on me.
“What can you make her do?”
You're in front of me now. You put your hand on my chin, gently, lift my head to meet your gaze. You smile at me.
“Anything.”"
*** ""Anything.
That's right, isn't it slut? Kinda called your bluff now though haven't I? These gentlemen need entertaining."
How much can you take, I wonder? If we all take turns beating you...will you still crawl back, mouth open in a silent plea for more come? Will you take the violations, and still say "thank you"?
How far will you let yourself be degraded?
"Dance for us....strip""
(Posted with permission)
Edited Tue 12 Oct 10, 10:49 PM by Skyhook
| 12 Oct 10, 9:22 PM little_belle UK(E), 4 yrs   |
Now it's all together it feels like it has been a productive few days.
"I'm a right bitch, but if you want to get laid, you'll have to lump it." Marilyn Monroe. |
| 12 Oct 10, 10:50 PM Skyhook 7 yrs |
Productive in text n' smut... I've done sod all work though! "Me? I'm all about the hugs. |
