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on Mon 2 Jan 12, 6:37 PM to lilybee's blog.
I'm delayed. The flight didn't land on time and now these strikes mean I'm not getting home fast either. It's frustrating sat here in the taxi, night settling fast, the lights glowing at me from the Christmas displays on the high streets. I called you to say I was on my way but despite my teasing you didn't seem your usual self. The tension in your voice was harsh. Normally calm and collected this sounded like you were fighting your emotions. Despite my asking, you said you were fine. You're not and to be honest I'm fed up with it. I've had a long few days, working at a conference and all I wanted was to please you. Yet no matter what, I can tell nothing I say is going to do that. Maybe now it's time to move on. Take it past these silly games we have been playing.
The taxi isn't going any faster; we've not moved an inch in the last half hour. It gives me time to form my plans. If I go to mine first I can get changed, put on the heels, the stockings a corset maybe. No I don't think that will work. Something else instead. I need to show you that you can let go. That you can do more than the simple Dom101 that we have been doing. Oh don't get me wrong, I know you don't go all soft and gentle but I get a feeling it's not the real you I see. I need you to know I'm more than that too. The canes and floggers work for a while, memories of them striking are good. I'm just in need of the real you. I know all about that knuckle duster you have, I spotted it in the drawer once. I've been hoping that I'll get to feel it one day. Your belt around my throat as you hold me in place blow after blow landing. The cold metal heating my face, my body. The control of holding back gone. That you would see in my eyes it's ok. Go as far as you need to. I can take it, I want to take it.
I chose a simple yet elegant outfit. Hair styled in a chignon, make up perfect, a touch of your favourite perfume. And now I'm standing here waiting for you to answer the door. A shiver of doubt as I wonder if this is a good idea. What will happen if I let you know it's ok to let the daemon out. Will I even survive it? Will it break us permanently? Too late to back out now as I see you standing there looking at me. Weighing each other up. Both realising this is it. You drag me in. No ceremony, none of the pretence from previous times. The etiquette gone. There really is no need for the formal D/s. I know my place and you know yours. Steadying myself as I turn to you I didn't expect the blow. Spinning as I fall no time to protect my body as you kick me hard. Kick after kick to my cunt, my legs.
I can hear this strange noise and realise it's me screaming. Appealing to you, give me a chance, let me prepare for this. Begging you to hold on, just for a moment, please. And the other noise? Oh that's you laughing, not a normal laugh but a slightly mad one. You can see the blood drain from my face, the makeup looking ridiculous against the sallowness now. Tearing my clothes from me you hold me to the floor with your foot. Slipping something from your pocket you grin. No surprise needed for this, the fear of showing me what you are doing a greater turn on. The duster slips over those fingers of yours. Flashing back I remember when those same fingers teasingly tweaked my nipples promises of gentle pain. Dragging me into sitting by my hair the first control punch to my breasts. Moving to my stomach, alternating with back handing to my face. I can feel the blood trickling from my nose. I think you might have broken it. The taste metallic. And I finally react. If I am going to survive this I need to slow you down.
Through my tears I see you. As you loosen your grip for a moment I take my chance. Kicking upwards I miss. Fear gives me strength and I move, trying to get to the door but you are faster.
Slut
Whore
Fucking bitch
Each punctuated with your hand tightening around my throat as you bang my head against the wall. Pushing me to my knees you force my mouth open, your cock thick and hard, as violating as the punches were, now forcing your way into my throat. Hands in my hair holding me in place, breath gone and my struggling against you making you harder in reaction. You're pounding relentlessly until finally you cum.
Discarding me like a ragdoll I slump to the corner as you regain your control and I realise this is just the beginning of a long night. No part of me will be unused, safe, protected. If there was ever a moment to know I was yours, it's now.
And despite the bruises already purple and angry, the blood running from my face, I smile. Finally I have the real you.
| 2 Jan 12, 6:47 PM Drew_Heller UK(LS), 4 yrs  |
Oh I like!!! Wonderful  | |
| 2 Jan 12, 7:05 PM jackvalentine UK(BN), 2 yrs  |
Violent... me likes  "the purpose of life is to live creatively, love and be kind" Anne Rice "Ah but it's being creative in how you do that thats fun. And sometimes you have to be quite firm" JV | |
| 2 Jan 12, 7:28 PM Gettin_better UK, 21 mths |
nom Get up. Get over it. Get on with it. | |
| 2 Jan 12, 8:17 PM maso_miss UK(M), 20 mths |
I really liked this. Yum! xx | |
| 2 Jan 12, 8:36 PM Monkey_Wench UK(B), 20 mths    |
Wowser!! That was a great read. Technically very good as well as a good story well told. Your writing has the reader carried along on the adreneline of the participants. I found myself racing through the words as the action gathered pace. This is very good stuff indeed. You need to exercise this writing muscle more! xxx | |
| 2 Jan 12, 9:37 PM lilybee UK(TN), 5 yrs   |
Thank you all. It's interesting posting this. I've had 121 views but only 5 public comments here and a couple over on fetlife though 9 memos (again fl from people I have never met) saying I'm a sick girl. Nice to see I am evoking emotion hehe.
lily | |
| 3 Jan 12, 12:00 PM Happy_Monkey_J UK(B), 4 yrs |
Me likes!! xx Monkeys are superior to men in this: when a monkey looks into a mirror, he sees a monkey - Malcolm De Chazal | |
| 3 Jan 12, 1:03 PM lilybee UK(TN), 5 yrs |
Fankoo.x lily |
