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on Wed 8 Feb 12, 12:33 AM to Adverse_Camber's blog.
Slowly, methodically...I work my way up your body, percusive tapping with the lightest of my collection. Not hurting you yet, warming your skin. The rhythm causing you to grind and moan. I take my gloves off and trail one long red fingernail lazily down your spine, travelling down one leg and onto your foot, making you wriggle. I can see you've relaxed, the only tension now in the strain against your bonds...
Time to show you just how careless you've been. This cane is nothing like the first one...thick, dark and shining with varnish. Unwielding, with a large crest on the rounded top. I wait a moment in silence for you to stop wriggling. My stillness warns you too late of what's to come as you experience the first hard slam and resulting fiery burn. I wait just long enough for the sting to peak, then welt you again, just a short distance below the last. Measured, well-placed calculated strokes...one after the other until I grow tired of being controlled.
And beat you with a fury that leaves me breathless and you dripping with blood. I suspect you may be crying, but the hood that encases you, dehumanises you, protects me from being even slightly tempted to waste time with regret. I'm certain your body would tell me something different anyway, so I stroke you with my finger to investigate.
As I knew you would be, you're dripping wet. You sought danger and you got it, exactly the pathetic little whore that you claimed to be. My finger slides in easily, slick with your anticipation, so I add another two. "Ah, that's not nearly enough for you,is it, little angel wings?" The first words I've spoken for what seems like hours. I pull off your hood...I want to see your reaction to what I'm going to do next. Your eyes are tear-free and defiant, and I watch them widen as I tuck my little finger and thumb into my palm and slide my hand into you.
Straddling you to increase the leverage, I push until I'm wrist deep inside you, bending so my hair brushes your lower back and I can sink my teeth into your soft bruised flesh. Curling my fingers into a fist, I punch into the centre of your present existence. The sudden violent withdrawal makes you scream in a spray of helpless come and I laugh quietly.
I leave you there panting while I run you a bath, not too warm, but hot enough to sting the multiple weals and cuts all over your damaged skin. I untie you and indicate with a fistful of your matted hair that I want you to climb into the water. To your credit, all you do is wince slightly on contact, but the expression on your face is a picture when I push your head under and hold you there. You're struggling- a lot- so I let you up for a moment, then use my booted foot on your chest to push you under again.
After a few repeats, I decide you're probably clean enough, so I take your hand and help you out. Wrapping you in a warm bathrobe, I lead you out to the balcony and sit you down.
"Time to eat". I run my still-wet hand gently along your jaw and kiss you softly on the mouth as you finally begin to cry.
Edited Wed 8 Feb 12, 12:54 AM by Adverse_Camber
| 8 Feb 12, 12:42 AM dusted UK(B), 18 mths  |
Um....is there more? And....um. Yep. Genuinely just um. You can be the boss daddy, you can be the boss. Bad to the bone, sick as a dog.... | ||
| 8 Feb 12, 12:45 AM Adverse_Camber UK, 3 yrs |
There is always more...some journeys never end, even if you want them to. "How the fuck are you going to do that with your eyeballs bouncing off the fucking cement?!" | ||
| 8 Feb 12, 12:46 AM dusted UK(B), 18 mths |
Actually after a second read: Is that your idea of helping me to take a caning? Cos fuck me... Clever. That is what would have made me cry. I see now, why I'd need to eat. You can be the boss daddy, you can be the boss. Bad to the bone, sick as a dog.... | ||
| 8 Feb 12, 1:08 AM Adverse_Camber UK, 3 yrs |
You'd be amazed how powerful and addictive the sexualisation of pain can be...make enough of those links, and you'll be begging to be caned, harder.
Here endeth the lesson. "How the fuck are you going to do that with your eyeballs bouncing off the fucking cement?!" | ||
| 8 Feb 12, 1:13 AM dusted UK(B), 18 mths |
Righto!
That doesn't help. But thanks You can be the boss daddy, you can be the boss. Bad to the bone, sick as a dog.... | ||
| 8 Feb 12, 1:26 AM jules9 UK(CH), 3 yrs    |
Incredibly good lesson - this post seriously needs a "like" button! XxX | ||
| 8 Feb 12, 8:27 AM StellaMaris UK, 13 mths     |
Simply WOW! That's set me up for the day. Truly brilliant writing that made my heart race. Thank you. "The true test is not whether a man behaves like a gentleman, but whether he misbehaves like one." ~ Sydney Tremayne | ||
| 8 Feb 12, 8:49 AM Adverse_Camber UK, 3 yrs |
I thought it was very helpful, myself! "How the fuck are you going to do that with your eyeballs bouncing off the fucking cement?!" | ||
| 8 Feb 12, 8:50 AM Adverse_Camber UK, 3 yrs |
Lol, thanks x "How the fuck are you going to do that with your eyeballs bouncing off the fucking cement?!" | ||
| 8 Feb 12, 8:51 AM Adverse_Camber UK, 3 yrs |
Excellent...any day with a racing heart is a good day x "How the fuck are you going to do that with your eyeballs bouncing off the fucking cement?!" |
