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| Drew_Heller |
I suppose the big question I have to ask after this evenings play is who the prey was and who was the predator…
I look at you and your bruises and cuts and welts. The blood has dried around your mouth and nose, your hair is dishevelled and as you lay on the bed, the sobs have now subsided into more of a whimper and some form of contentment.
It wasn't meant to be this way this evening, I had it all worked out perfectly as ever, however sometimes the dynamics of a situation have to be shifted to make everything so much more fun.
We had chatted for week's online, gentle flirting turning to more explicit tales of what we would do to each other, followed by phone sex and finally agreeing to meet. We both wanted each other, that was certain, but this had to be managed carefully. The suggestion of a club environment was yours and that was fine – opportunity to meet, chat and play in a controlled environment of your choice. If you didn't like me or I didn't like you – fine, we could walk away.
So there you were: killer heels, a sexy black corset and fishnet stockings, your dark hair and rouge lips. Simply stunning, so alluring… We talked and flirted and laughed and danced a little. But this would always end up one way in the end… I guess it was when I had you leaning against a wall in a dark corner, my hand wrapped around your throat as I finger fucked you hard and made you clean yourself that you knew that we would be going home together that evening for more fucking and depravity.
We danced and chatted more and the club was full – people all dressed in fetish outfits looking simply stunning. You failed to notice the small group of women on the dance floor, that one in particular standing a good half foot above the others – the one in the knee length boots and the rubber corset…
We head back to mine, I haven't drunk and you've had one or two, but we're both fine. I drive and you're exhilarated by the speed – I can't keep my hand off your leg and you begin to rub my crotch, unzipping my fly and taking my cock out to wank it. I pull over in a lay-by and let you suck my cock until I cum – your lust is temporarily sated – looking at you we grin like two excited kids, “So you want to please then do you?” I ask, you nod enthusiastically in response. I kiss you hard on the lips, our tongues rubbing and connecting. “Good”, I reply, “We have a fun filled evening ahead”
We get back to my flat. You walk in and look around – chrome, black, and white. If this was an extension of my personality you'd be saying, “cold, hard, precise, and clinical”. Perhaps you're right on that one. The heating is on and I watch you relax in the warmth, my hands running over your body as we begin to kiss in the living room. I take your hand but say nothing – you know where we are heading…
Again you see the same shades as we walk into the bedroom, you see the large bed and grin at me, and I smile mischievously at you and wink. We begin to kiss and lick and bite each other, my nails scratching down your back, my teeth sinking into your neck. You tell me how good this feels and how much you want me to fuck you and hurt you.
“Not until I have finished first”
You spin around, shocked, surprised and can only stare. She's stood there – tall, magnificent, her rubber and boots so shiny in the light, her black hair tied up showing those strong sexy shoulders and that long neck.
“Oh my”, I giggle, “this is going to be fun”. You turn to me aghast in horror at the situation, but before you can react a fist has already connected with your body.
I grin and listen as she cries out in pain – the tip of the Domme's patent leather boot is somewhat pointed and I can only imagine (with some pleasure) at the pain it causes.
I'm merely a bystander now to this, I step back, find a chair and watch with awe my poor vulnerable sub is grabbed by her hair and dragged to the bed “You fucking whore”, The Domme hisses, “You think you can come into my flat and play without my permission? Well if you want to play, let's have some fun” My newly acquired pet is still in too much shock at what is happening to offer much resistance to the blows that the Domme is reigning down – she may look slender, but she is remarkably strong – that vicious streak in her is in full flow. I watch as the sub has her hands bound above her head and can only observe in awe as the sculpted and shapely form of the Domme begins to use one of my thick leather belts to begin whipping her victim across her arse and back – the red welts grow and grow and the cries of pain and sobbing intensifies. “Oh what's the matter? You told him you wanted pain? Is this not good enough?” She mocked. She moves between the legs of my sub and cuts her knickers away with a small knife. She then trails the knife across her shaven cunt – parting her lips and letting the blade push in slightly. I watch with fascination as the cunt lips close around the blade. “This knife is now in your cunt you fucking slag, how much do you want to fuck now eh?” The sheer sadism and brutality of my wonderful Domme is amazing – I'm so fucking turned on watching her tease and taunt this poor woman who can only sob.
Withdrawing the knife slowly the Domme whispers in the womans ear, “You're so fucking wet down there is ridiculous – I want my knife cleaned” I watch as the sub has her head pulled up by her hair and forced her to lick the knife clean. I then watch as the Domme takes the strap-on, attaches it and begins to fuck her prey hard. On the bed the sub is crying out and begging the Domme to stop, but she is relentless, so fucking relentless. I know that the Domme is getting so turned on by the pain she is causing, the fact that she is getting to effectively rape another woman is just electrifying. The edge of what is and isn't consensual here is so fucking blurry it makes even my sick mind spin.
“So you said you wanted to be hurt and to fuck cock, well how's this fucktoy? How's this?” The venom in every word that the Domme speaks is remarkable – she is intent on breaking this woman beneath her and reducing her to nothing. As she is getting fucked the sub looks over at me, her eyes puffy and the make up run down her cheeks, between sobs all I can see is her mouthing the words HELP and PLEASE. I sit there nonplussed and carry on watching, this is so fucking beautiful. It's so simple as well. At some point the Domme will stop and I take over and then provide the aftercare and our new sub will become our little toy forever…
I'm brought out of my state of daydreaming by the cries of our sub as I watch the Domme begin to finger her arse. I watch the spit fly out off those dark lips and onto the the sub's arsehole; those long pale fingers begin to fuck in and out of that sexy arsehole. I can tell that our sub can't decide whether she hates this or loves this, her brain is being rational and telling her this is out of control and all wrong, while her body is wanting more and more…
“So are you going to fucking sit there all evening or are you going to get involved?” I look over as the Domme scowls at me while she continues fucking away.
This wasn't part of the plan… While she may be in charge now, the Domme isn't there to give the orders, I am. She's overstepped the mark and is beginning to get a little too overzealous. I sit there and say nothing while my brain quickly processes this sudden change in direction. It's almost like a map; one route shuts so another way is found.
I smile and walk up to my Domme, kissing her passionately. She looks so stunning – there is that gleam of perspiration from all the exertion of fucking and tormenting our sub all over her body, plus this glow of sexual energy that makes her this rubber clad goddess.
“Take a break, I'm taking over”, I whisper in her ear. She grins, withdraws the strap-on and leaves the room to grab a drink. I walk around to my sub and kneel by her face. Stroking her hair I kiss her gently and release the bind on her wrists. “Your turn”, I smile, “It's time for you to get payback on her. Show me how much you want to hurt her for all she's done to you. She just tried to rape you and break you; don't you want the chance to get your own back…?” I whisper this quietly and sweetly into the ear of our sub and watch her face. That change in a dynamic, that shift from abused to abuser, from bottom to top, sub to Dom; almost imperceptible but there and I smile as I see her get up slowly and sorely.
My Domme walks back in confidently – the aura of power and control still around her as she stands there and looks at me, then at the sub getting up. “There's been a change my dear”, I smile as I walk up to the Domme. In an instant she realises as she sees the look on the face of the sub.
The room is deafened by the cry from the Domme as my elbow hooks into her jaw line, sending her crashing to the floor. She looks up – her blood dribbling from her lower lip over that black lipstick, her eyes on fire with anger and outrage. I waste no time in applying my boot into her body and then punching her again and again. “Just a reminder my love, who is in charge around here?” I ask as she cries out from the impact of my fist. I grab her hair, that magnificent almost beehive style mass of black hair and pull her up. She's barely back onto her feet when the sub flies at her with nails and fists and teeth
“You fucking cunt. Did you think you could break me?” I step back as I watch the black nails of the sub rake across the Domme's face drawing blood. It's like watching a butterfly emerge from a chrysalis, something so innocuous blossoming into something wondrous – to me this is what my little pet has become, from something small and hurt into something large and all-powerful. I watch as she pins the Domme onto the bed, forces her legs wide and simply begins to pound her cunt hard. This is vicious as I listen to the Domme scream out and writhe. I see her grab the belt that was used on her earlier and wrap it around the Domme's neck. There is this wheeze and then the change in colour from pale to plum as she continues to cut off the Domme's airway as she pounds her cunt with her fist.
“Oh you like that do you?” Well let's try this. She removes the belt and watches as the Domme tries to regain her breathing. The sound of the cane being applied to Domme's shapely arse excites me – I love this change in dynamics and I know at some point I'll have to get involved – just not yet…
The Domme is laid there, breathing heavily, sobbing, and crying out with each blow of the cane on her arse and legs. Her cries grow as I watch my pet apply the cane to her cunt, hard and accurate. I get up and undress, my cock hard and painful for release. I grab the Domme by the jaw and begin to fuck her mouth, long slow movements in and out as I see my pet find the discarded strap-on and begin to use it on my broken Domme and her arse. “You see my dear, we're all one now. All together, how wonderful” I smile menacingly as my pet and myself spit roast what was my Domme
I hear this moan come from her as she begins to accept her fate. I fuck harder and deeper, listening to her gag and retch and I watch with pleasure as she drools from her mouth. Simply perfect
I look at my pet and realise that this is what she should be – top not bottom. This is where she belongs and I grin at her – she looks at me with love and satisfaction, knowing deep down that this is what is satisfying her the most. She pulls out of my Domme's arse and comes towards me. She gives me this kiss, so passionate and filled with love. She looks down at my Domme, the black make-up run, the black lipstick smudged, and laughs. “So what do you want to do with our new toy?” My pet asks me.
I grin. The change is complete. Fantastic
“Kick her off the bed; she can watch as we fuck and she can clean your cunt out afterwards”
So I watch as my new Domme grabs grabs our new sub by the arm, pulls her off the bed and pushes her into the corner and tells her to watch. She so beautiful, even more so now she knows her place, sits there legs spread and watches – humiliated, aroused, submissive, evolved.
Our new sub watches as the new Domme and I fuck, all the time, watching her – this depraved voyeurism and when I cum, she is there for us, our willing toy there to taste the rewards.
I watch as they lick and kiss and embrace each other, both relaxed with their role and what happens from now on - two goddesses in their own right, beautiful, bruised, cut, bleeding, but simply more magnificent than ever and all mine.
Edited Fri 13 May 11, 2:15 PM by Drew_Heller
| 17 Nov 10, 6:27 PM Dark_Cherry UK(B), 2 yrs     |
Interesting little read that sunshine..... Sometimes the stillness of the night is the best music of all... |
| 18 Nov 10, 4:04 PM FairyGirl UK(YO), 3 yrs   |
Mmmm, much better! "Nothing saves anyone's life, Sir. It just postpones their death." - Posner , The History Boys. |
| 4 Dec 10, 8:22 AM insanity_sane1 UK(NG), 18 mths   |
I love the twist in this,reading this is definately a good way to start a day. "Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment." ~Buddha |
