Not brutal enough..

Sir drags girl across the floor, half crawling, one hand gripping her hair, the other holding an arm while she screams and feebly attempts to strike and kick out at him. Her knees are bleeding from the floor as Sir hauls her bodily onto a bench. Slapping her almost too hard across the face, Sir binds her arms and legs, and leaves her naked except her boots and bra, still struggling. "Fucking dirty slut, you can stay there" as he dumps a bucket of cold water over her face and body. She splutters and he walks away to prepare.

girl is quite cold and uncomfortable, even by her standards, by the time Sir returns with his equipment. she has calmed down by now, like he knew she would, even though she is still crying silently.

He cleans a patch of skin with the alcohol and takes the scalpel and draws it over girls skin, lightly at first. she winces a little and he slaps her. "Don't you dare move you stupid whore...do you want Sir to make a mistake?" He cuts a second time, and watches as the redness beads along the line he has drawn. Sir makes deeper cuts again until girls blood trickles across her skin. He stops after awhile and admires his handiwork. He runs his finger along the first few cuts and offers it up to girl. she takes his finger in her mouth and cleans it, her blood tastes metallic. "Good slut" as he unties her. "Up."

girl gets to her feet as gracefully as she can, Sir directs her to the bathroom and up to the toilet. "Kneel" girl lets out a gasp as she rests on her battered knees, Sir snatches up her hair and makes her look at him as he laughs at her. "Aren't you looking like a messy slut?" "Yes Sir." "Sir is going to take a piss in girl's mouth, lean over the toilet bowl, slut." girl kneels higher, out over the toilet bowl, raising her face towards Sir's cock as he lets loose a golden stream. Sir's piss mingles with the blood on girl's skin, washing some of it off. "Drink, slut" girl gulps at the last of his piss, swallowing eagerly.

Sir smiles at girl, "Good girl...now clean yourself up, you're a mess." he chuckles, "Sir can't stand to look at you."

"Yes Sir, thank you."

Limbo

I go nowhere high, go nowhere warm.
Until I see your smile and feel your calm.

And I lick a dime, I crave for you boy.
You're like a parachute descending from the sky.

Yes I'm sure you're on your way home.
Yes I'm sure you're on the road.

Time.

Story for Sir

"What matters, is their willingness to suffer at your will. Only then will you have power, not merely over the body, but also the mind and the heart."

A quote from somewhere. It really strikes a chord with me. I told Sir I wanted to play harder next time we saw each other. So I wrote a story for him, since he asked for my suggestions. I'm much better at stories than suggestions.

Dear Sir,

girl wants you to kidnap her, take her prisoner. she would be dressed sexily, walking along and smoking with her red lips as Sir pulls up next to her. girl and Sir would pretend they had not met before and Sir would offer her a ride. girl would decline at first and Sir would become more forceful, insisting in whatever manner he chose, that he give this pretty (slutty) lady a ride home. girl is frightened by this stage and against her better judgement gets into his car, thinking she will take the ride and appease him. Little does she know..

She looks over at him as he pulls out from the kerb. He glances back, looking her up and down, "Where do you want to go?" She tells him and he nods, giving her a smile. girl looks out the window relaxing a little. After a while she realises he is driving in the opposite direction to what she has said...as she turns around to protest his hand slaps her, hard on her face. Reeling from the blow, she senses the car slowing down to a stop. One hand suddenly tight on her throat, the other on her cunt, "You'll do what I say slut, or you die...understand? She struggles..he slaps her again. "Understand?" "Yes" "Yes what?!" Another smack. She starts to cry..."Yes Sir" He grabs her chin and raises her eyes to his, wiping away a tear. "Good girl...get out of the car now"

Sir ties her hands behind her back, gags and blindfolds her. She whimpers, then goes quiet when she hears the draw of a blade and the cold steel against her neck. "Know when to shutup, slut." He orders her back into the car and they drive for awhile in silence. She tries to take note of where they were going but it's impossible. Sir watches her squirm, only touching her as he pulls into the drive. He caresses her face, nuzzles her neck before getting out and helping her out of the car. "I'm going to lead you inside..no screaming" he whispers into her ear. To accentuate his point Sir lets girl feel the point of the knife in her back. He leads her, she feels clumsy and small in front of him, worried she'll fall. Over the threshold and she hears the door close behind them. He leads her to a spot and removes the gag. "Kneel" "What?" Quick as a flash he snatches up her hair, and slaps her again across her face. "Kneel!" She complies.

What seems like hours later, Sir returns with a pillow to put under her knees. She kneels again, so much softer though. He stands up over her. "Take my cock out" Wrapping his hand around her hair he pulls her mouth onto him, "Suck it my dirty little whore." She moans and he knows he's got her, he starts to fuck her face making her choke, harder, girl vomits and holds it in her mouth, pulling away, ashamed. He makes her show it him then "Spit it into this glass" As depraved as this is she knows she is wet. He fucks her face again, she vomits a few more times, "I'm going to cum in your mouth slut. When I do you are not to swallow it till I say so." girl moans her agreement. Suddenly Sir is driving his cock even harder into girl's throat and holding her head down on him. Sir groans and girl feels him explode against the back of her throat, his cock unloading hot cum into girl's mouth. She wonders how long she can hold Sir's cum in her mouth, but she know that she won't fail. There is no way girl will take the risk of disobeying him. She hears him walk away. She hears the TV come on. girl waits. And waits.

The TV turns off. Music is put on. Then his footsteps getting closer. "Good little slut..does girl like the taste of Sir's cum?" he chuckles softly, knowing full well that she cannot answer him. girl nods. Gesturing for girl to stand up she rises and Sir leads her to the wall. "Now lean your head back a little, open your mouth, and let my cum spill out over your chin, down your chest, I want you rub it in." girl does as he orders, letting the mix of Sir's cum and her saliva run out over her lips and chin, down her neck and over her breasts as she rubs his cum into her skin. "Turn around slut" She is not at all expecting his hand on her ass and jumps at the first blow. "Count" Sir strikes her again harder. "Count, slut!" "...one" "two" "three". As each strike falls girl's mind says "Oh my god, that can't continue" but the second the pain fades she begins to crave it again. And again. The tenth stroke comes late but a whole lot harder, more stinging. She misses her count, stunned at the different sensation. "Did I say to stop counting, stupid whore?" "No Sir" He lashes her a second time with the whip. "Eleven" They both lose count, Sir grunting with the exertion and girl crying out in delight and pain. Sir manages to catch girl as her knees go out from under her and gently lowers her to the floor.

Sir removes the blindfold and she looks up at him. girl sinks into him as he cradles her, his hand lightly tracing the bones of her tear streaked face, "Good baby girl...you did very well, Sir is pleased." He kisses her, toying with her lips and teasing with his tongue. Playing with her hair. girl is putty in his hands.

"girl, Sir is going to fuck you in the ass...turn over." girl gets on her hands and knees, and gasps as Sir spanks her pussy. "Such a dirty little slut girl, so wet from Sir's punishment." She feels his hard cock rubbing back and forth across her pussy and ass. The head of his cock slowly but insistently pushing into her hole. Sir spits on her ass and lubricates his cock more as he enters her. She cries out in protest but Sir has already filled her up, starting to move faster inside her. "Touch yourself while I fuck you in the ass, you're not to cum until I say" Sir snatches up girl's hair and gives it to her as she screams for him to stop. He ignores her and continues to pound her relentlessly. Her moans of distress turn into words of encouragement for Sir to fuck her harder, faster. "Sir, may I cum please?" girl begs. "Not yet" he grunts, girl groans, just on the verge, holding her orgasm at bay until Sir gives her the word. Sir continues fucking her ass relentlessly until he explodes deep inside her. "Cum now slut." girls body convulses against Sir as she cums together with him..

"What do you say, my slut girl?" "Thank you Sir." girl smiles.

girl xo

Redemption

I can still smell Him, feel his lips playing with mine, his cock choking me as he fucks my mouth, my hands on the back of his legs pulling him in harder and deeper. How tall he is when he stands over me. Him spanking me and licking my asshole. Now that made me jump lol. "Sir is going to cum on your face, girl." "Really Sir?" girl kneels at his feet "I want some in my mouth though, Sir." I never want Him to go but I know that is me being selfish. Sir astounds me. He never fails to surprise me. He leans back on the bed. "Show me how you smoke.." girl lights a cigarette and french inhales the smoke curling around her lips."Good" "Your ass was so red..did you like what I was doing with my tongue?" "Yes Sir!" I giggled "Very much" We lay on the bed for an hour or so, just kissing and touching. I love the way he grabs my hips, my face, my throat. Feels the bone structure. His breath all jagged as his slaps my face. The way he makes me feel so little. The way he looks at me, as if he is so delighted with His girl. Down to 72 kg, Sir said he could notice the difference, another 12kg to go. He didn't care that the wannabe slut ran away I think he was amused that she got so freaked out. Anyway I certainly didn't care. I know I haven't written in such a long time. I haven't really felt the urge I suppose. I have been seeing Sir for a while now and we decided I would look for another girl to play with. To cut a long story short I invited my flatmate to join us but I think it really freaked her out. Whoops. She seemed excited but then texted me today and wasn't here when we got back. I hope we haven't offended her lol.

I never expected what this is. I don't even know what this is. I don't know what to think or do. I mean I do, but I feel as if I'm falling in love with Him. There I said it. I never expected the tenderness. The way he grabs me by the chin so I look up into His eyes. Plays with my hair. Grabs me and nuzzles his face into my neck. He was so gentle tonight. It fucking kills me. Should I be feeling this way? When do the games stop and real life begin? The lines are all blurred. I wish I knew what he thought. I'd like to think I know what He thinks, I imagine what I want Him to be thinking, but at the end of the day who knows, and you know what who damn well cares? I'm going with it. I'm not into resisting much at the moment. He picked me up from work I was really nervous. "So this is what you wear to work?"

Oh dear, what can the matter be..?

I think that Sir is not who I think he is. He seems dissatisfied with me and unwilling to communicate. At least he could have the integrity to let me know I am unwanted. I emailed him last night but I got the distinct impression he didn't want to speak, but he was online on the website that I met him on. Yes I was spying but I was curious to see. I had deleted my account but I have opened it again now. I'm not chatting to anyone just posting on and reading the forums. I wonder what he does on there that is so important that he cannot spare a moment to talk to me? I am being demanding but I need to know where I stand with him. If I'm being played for a fool then he can damn well be a man and be honest with me about it. So he will know I have been online if he cares to look. I want to email and confront him but just maybe he has something else going on his life. Not that I'm excusing him, but I don't want to jump to conclusions because I do like him, and I don't want to mess it up unnecessarily. If I do see him again I will speak to him about how I feel. Hopefully it matters to him. Strangest feeling that it won't. Oh well, you live and learn. Oh and I can french inhale now. I wish I could show him to see if he approves.

A little bit sad.

I cried because of Sir tonight. I'm feeling miserable because he seems so dissatisfied with me. I wrote an email this morning and I thought it had sent but it mustn't of, because Sir did not email me back. Not knowing this I wrote a short note tonight and he was not happy, saying he had already responded, but he had actually replied to another email I wrote last night. He is now more intense in regards to the way he speaks to me in his emails. It's always dumb slut and stupid bitch. No more good girls. I feel inadequate and it makes me question what I'm doing. Anyway, I repeated my email from this morning - adding yet another apology, I wonder if I should stop apologising - I'm just trying to be polite. He would have already been asleep when I sent it. Maybe I should just stop whining and being a dumb slut and a stupid bitch. There's always two sides to the story.