2 comments/ 13674 views/ 6 favorites A Monster Unleashed By: PennyPi3 There are no characters under the age of 18. He and I have been going at this since January. I met him last November through mutual friends shortly after splitting from my husband. He wasn't the type that I would have normally gone for however, under the circumstances I thought, "why not." He lives 3000 miles away from me, making it hard to call it a functional relationship. The first time he flew out to see me was rocky. We didn't know at that point if we were in the friend zone, what either of us liked in terms of food, or interests including sex, hobbies etc. The first trip was only a four day get together. On Saturday we decided to stay in Seattle. We went out, had a good time, got a little tipsy and went back to the room which only had one bed in it. Initially, I figured we would both just sleep next to each other. I should have known better. The performance wasn't too shabby but as we got into it I started to initiate very subtly a little bit of my deviant side. I guided his hand up to my throat in which he happily obliged. He fucked me with my legs over my head and I sucked his dick, discovering that he had a massive cock piercing, and was a bit of a powerhouse, but there wasn't too much "alternative" action seeing how we had nothing to go off of in terms of knowing what either of us liked. Aside from the slight gripping action it was solely....vanilla. That was the end of our first encounter. Two months later I flew across the country to visit for a month. After a lot of discussion via text we discovered that both of us were into kink, and not just minimally. The month leading up to my visit caused a mass amount of anxiety. We slowly started building up an arsenal of gear and toys. We talked about breath play, bondage, whipping, spanking, gags and role playing. He was very convincing that he could carry out these situations. The first time I saw him after arriving I was tense. During the drive to his house he placed his hand on the inside of my left thigh. What started out as a basic rub turned into rough pinching and pulling. Before we even arrived at his house I had a fair amount of bruising. I was dripping wet. The heat emanating from my cunt was overwhelming. We went upstairs and immediately started undressing. He started slow, grabbing my face and kissing me with a few stern slaps across the face followed by light biting and forceful gripping around my throat causing me to become extremely aroused and begging for more. But then he would stop and almost reassess that what he was doing was okay even though I was more than willing to continue on. He laid me out on the bed and before I knew it I was cumming. He has this ability to make me squirt which has never happened to me before. I knew from that point on that I was going to have a hard time finding another partner like him. After making me cum twice he flipped me over and exposed my ass in the air. With no warning I felt the paddle strike. It felt like nothing I had ever felt before, the force was almost unbearable, at the same time I was in heaven. Then it struck again and again and my stubbornness started to show through. I refused to make any noise for him making his frustration visible. The blows kept coming and I was internally weeping, yet didn't shed a tear or make a noise. He stopped. Unexpectedly he shoved his cock into my ass and fucked me with a furor like no other. His Prince Albert was scraping my insides and I cried out as he violated my asshole leaving me in a heaping pile of my own sweat and cum. That was just the beginning of what would make for an interesting few weeks. Although we had an exciting first night, things seemed to die down and I didn't understand it. I wanted more. I wanted him to treat me like a depraved whore, to call me when he was at work and tell me to do things, to make me his. I wanted to feel dominated in a world where I am usually the dominate one in my profession. I wanted to know I could come home and please someone the way they wanted to be pleased. He wasn't giving me that. The second to the last time we got together was in a seedy hotel where he bound my arms behind my back to a choke collar. He face fucked me for an hour and then took me, after making me cum three times. He finished off on my face and I could tell he was elated. I wasn't sure how much of this he had done before considering he too had been married. Even though I was having fun in our arrangement, I still wasn't fully getting what I needed. I constantly stopped to think there may be something wrong with me for wanting to be treated like this. I grew up in a great home, went to college, have had a great career for the past 10 years, am in a high managerial position, have a two year old, and am now divorced. Nothing in there screams I am a submissive please dominate me. I flew home after the month questioning whether he could do what I needed him to do. I asked him after I left what happened; if he wasn't really into it and he would tell me that he was just being nice, or still trying to feel out the limits. I felt like maybe it was me and he wasn't all that into it. These trysts continued with him flying out two months later. It always seemed that about three weeks prior to our visits that I would start fucking with him. Sending him hateful doubts about his capabilities to perform, egging him on, and practically begging him to unleash hell on me when he arrives. I thought to myself that if I pushed him enough he would reach a point where he would give me what I wanted. I wanted more and I wanted to feel it. This last time he was out we took a mini vacation to Portland. My child was visiting his father and I had time to be an adult in an otherwise very normal and happy existence. I was warned prior to his arrival that I would feel the pain this time, and that he was going to fuck me every which way. I would be stretched to the limit and that I would regret all of the shit-talking and antics that I had been displaying. He cuffed my hands behind my back and pushed me down on the bed. He started fingering me and I felt the buildup of an insane orgasm, but he stopped. He stopped before I got there and I didn't know what the hell to do, I was begging in my head for him to finish, to feel the hot liquid seeping out of me and to shudder. I was in a full body sweat and it didn't fucking happen. I looked at him with that look of disapproval and he continued on. He slapped my tits around for what seemed like forever, using them as support as he fucked me. He dragged me by my hair to the edge of bed and hung my head over so he could shove his cock down my throat until I choked up spit and was gasping for air. I was disoriented and begging for more. I know that breath play is dangerous but I trust him enough to know it wouldn't go too far. As I was in a heaping mess on the ground he started to flog me, shoving the end of the Icicle flogger into my ass as the onslaught continued. I was quiet, inside of myself. I didn't want to give him the pleasure of getting anything out of me. When he was about to finish he pulled out and sprayed me with his cum. I couldn't move. After he left I made the call that I didn't want to be in a relationship with him. It had nothing to do with our sex life as it was gradually getting more and more ambitious, however, I felt like I was getting to close to him which is not something I initially wanted to do. I wanted to continue our sexual relationship without committing to an emotional one. Little did I know they are essentially the same thing. We have continued talking and last week I made the call. I need him. I need him to come see me again and fill the void of sexual gratification, this time is different though. I told him that he needs to step up his game and do the things he so likes to threaten me with on a regular basis. I know he has thoughts in his head that he doesn't act out on and my patience is wearing thin waiting for him to act out. I taunt him. I tell him he doesn't have it in him to be dominant over me. That he cares too much about whether or not I am in pain or whether what he is doing is right or not. I make him feel like he is inadequate to what I need. This time though it seems like he has had enough of me riling him up, enough of my poking and prodding. I send him pictures of my tits bound up and clamped, of my holes filled, of the things I have to do myself because he hasn't done them. He is fed up. He will be here in four weeks and has warned me again of degradation, humiliation and pain. Is it wrong that I just laugh and call him a wannabe tough guy? Is it wrong that I tell him he has a great imagination and his ambition is there but his follow through isn't? Or maybe I am really in for it this time and I don't know what I have done. All I can say is that I am anxious and scared to see if I have awoken some monster in him. Regardless, I want it. I want all of what he claims he is about to bring to the table. Maybe I will regret it. Maybe it will be another instance of him just being nice. At this point I don't know what is in store for me. He speaks of binding me and leaving me in the dark of a hood, discoloring my body, making me beg him for mercy per se, and instilling real fear into me. The thoughts of these things cause me to be aroused even now as I write this. All I have to go off of is the past, and the past has proven to be rather PG-13 in the world of XXX. I think this may be it though and I will write again after he leaves and continue the story of our BDSM relationship. A Monster Unleashed Ch. 02 **There are no characters under the age of 18** Since writing my last submission things have drastically changed. I am still waiting for him to come see me in a few weeks, however I am no longer excited, but am now terrified. The day after I wrote the last submission I may have pushed and taunted him too far. I told him that he wasn't capable of doing anything right. That he would never amount to what I wanted. That BDSM wasn't a good fit for him. I wasn't sure how much more he was going to take from be before he lost it. I knew he was getting fed up. I should've left him alone. I was at work and very bored, I was killing time by messing with him using taunting texts. It was fun for me. I never expected what happened to happen.... He knew I didn't have my son that day and ordered me to immediately band my breasts and to get on FaceTime (FT). I was suddenly aroused and even more suspect. He had never actually ordered me to do anything before and although I have been practically begging him to start doing it, I was still very surprised so I agreed and took out the rubber bands to begin banding my 36 DDD breasts. I called him and he immediately ordered me to continue adding bands to my breasts until they protruded as far as he wanted them to. I did as he asked and one by one added bands to my suddenly purple and swollen tits. As I watched myself turning purple and felt the throbbing in my chest, I knew I was in for it. I never should have pushed so hard. He ordered that I grab the dildo, the vibrator, the plug, and the wand. I grabbed all of what he asked for and one by one began performing the various tasks that he had begun barking out. I inserted the blue jelly dildo into my pussy and begun fucking slowly, stopping to make sure that this was what he wanted to see. Although he was pleased he ordered me to then insert the vibe while the dildo was still in place. I felt a flush of panic come over me. I didn't think it would fit. I tried for what seemed like a half hour to get the second one in. Eventually it popped in and I couldn't breathe. He ordered that I move them both back and forth rapidly, and so it began. I was to insert the plug while the other two stuffed my pussy. I was so full I could barely move. He was displaying a side of him I hadn't seen before. I frantically moved both fake dicks back and forth in my pussy so he could see I was making an effort. So I could be tough and show him that he doesn't have shit on me and that he could tell me to do whatever he wanted and I could handle it. I pretended that it didn't hurt, that I could accommodate whatever he threw my way. It got rougher for me from there. He had me remove the items from my gaping pussy and insert one into my ass and leave it there. Then do it again and again, showing him the gape of my cunt. I was to wait for his approval before moving on to the next task. After that he moved back up to my breasts which were now purple and large with excitement. The first thing I was to do was attach clothes pins to my nipples. It was a sensation that I can't describe. I almost instantly came just doing that. It was short lived though. I was ordered to pick up a rubber band and couldn't believe what he had in store for me regarding it. I was told to snap my tits with the rubber band. Making sure I understood him completely I asked him to clarify. Long story short I was snapping my nipples with a rubber band and it was excruciating. He was ordering me to do this continuously while he just stroked his hard cock and watched it happen. Over and over again he made me snap in the same spot as little droplets of blood spattered onto the screen. It felt horrible and amazing at the same time. I started thinking to myself that this is what I wanted him to do to me all along. Except when it was all over, I was left cloudy and confused. I became conflicted and unsure of where he and I stood in the realm our relationship. The day before all of this happened he told me that he didn't want to be the type of man to order me around and make me feel beneath him. He said he and I were equals and that he didn't want to degrade that. I understood what he meant. What I didn't understand was what was going to happen with us. A few hours after this session I was to find out what became of our relationship and that it was over. Everything I had known before that about he and I was immediately erased..... A Monster Unleashed Ch. 03 Please read a Monster Unleashed 1 and 2 prior to this. **No Characters Under 18** * .......Don't ask me what set him off because I don't know. I am unaware of whether it was the constant prodding or the taunting on my part that he wasn't dominant enough, or that he couldn't hack it. It might have been me telling him that I didn't want an actual relationship with him anymore for no reason. I don't know if it was the residual effect of his previous marriage. All I know is that he was a different person. A person I didn't know and was all the sudden frightened of. At the same time I couldn't have been more turned on by his sudden change of demeanor. We went from having a good relationship as equals, to having a sexually charged relationship, to now having a very strict D/s relationship. This caught me off guard as it was so out of the blue. I didn't believe that he had this in him, yet at the same time, I almost knew all along. I think he knew it too. I knew I was about to pay for everything I had done to him. I have three weeks before he comes to visit me. However, it feels like he is here with me every day. Below are the list of rules I must abide by. This is an excerpt from his last email to me: 1. Obedient - (word used when we are in D/s) 2. Civil -- (word used to turn off) 3. Mercy - safe word 4. Will be regarded to as "Sir" 5. When asked a yes or no question the reply will be "yes sir" or "no sir." 6. Must ask permission to leave my side in public. 7. Must get my approval for what you wear out. 8. If we encounter friends in public you may engage with them as long as they start the conversation. 9. I have the final say when it comes to ordering food while eating out. 10. You will always sit on my right side when we are at a booth or at a table unless I say otherwise. 11. On car rides you will sit with your arms folded in your lap. 12. Just walking anywhere in public you must be on the right hand side of me. 13. If you go out with your friends without me you must wear a chastity belt. 14. When I ask you a question I expect a clear answer. 15. We can have open conversations until I say otherwise. When that happens you will have to ask permission to speak. 16. Ask permission to go to the bathroom. 17. All private sexual activities will start with you on your knees asking for permission for me to violate you. 18. Public sex acts can be turned down without being punished to the full extant. 19. If we obtain another partner (or more) either one of us will have veto power. 20. You must also carry a butt plug or nipple clamps with you. 21. You will choose your own punishment. You will get three choices. 1, 2, or 3. When you choice your punishment I will have the final say when it happens. 22. Also same thing with rewards. The only difference is you can choose when you want to use it. Punishment will occur when you break the rules. Severity of punishments will remain the same however the severity of the rule broken will make you choose more than one punishment. You will be rewarded when I feel like you went above and beyond the duty of being my pet whore. 23. When in civil mode I will treat you like a queen and treat you with the utmost respect. In obedient mode you are nothing to me. You are solely here to please me and do what I say. I wasn't sure how to take it when I first read over his protocols. I didn't know if he was kidding and I openly laughed and scoffed at half of these as they were coming from someone who could be so easily convinced of almost anything. From someone who allowed me to degrade their masculinity because they weren't aggressive enough in bed. I didn't believe him. But then it hit me. Something had changed. He had broken. I did this to him. I agreed to play along. The first day of giving this a try was almost comical. I called him "Sir" as he requested and followed what other rules apply to our distance as most of these are only applicable when we are in the same geographic location. It was almost ridiculous and very hard for me to carry out knowing that only a day ago I was taunting his inability to make me cry. The second day of this new relationship yielded some interesting situations. I was ordered to buy large cucumbers while I was out and that today there would be a stretching / stuffing session via FT. I giddily obliged and made the purchases laughing in my head about how long this could go on for. Boy was I surprised. He put me through what seemed like an hour of me stuffing and double stuffing my holes. He told me exactly how to insert them and pull them out, making sure to show him the gape as it happened. I was prepared this day for him to do something so I made sure to do a warm water wash before I went out, that was there was no mess when he was putting me through the wringer. It was beneficial to me that I did this as he made me lick them clean when he was done with me. After what seemed like an eternity he was satisfied with the size of my gape and allowed me to go about the rest of my day as normal. The following morning though, on our third day, he was not pleased with my lax efforts on keeping up the necessary amount of "sirs". He had me paddle the inside of my left thigh until he was appeased. The only thing that saved me was that I had a medical appointment the following Monday and he was unable to cause and further lasting marks. He approved of the pictures that were sent after the paddling and I was instructed to go about my day as normal. Later that night though he was out of sorts and almost angry. He punished me by not allowing me to eat dinner and then making me clamp my tongue with a clothes pin, along with both of my nostrils. I sat there for ten minutes ashamed that I was willingly doing this to myself. I kept up with it, I was in a pile of my own drool making quite a mess, and the pain was slowly building. The feeling is much different when you have no control over the situation. Knowing you can take them off anytime though is the real challenge. I let him know when I could no longer take it and he instructed me to wait to take them off. I couldn't wait any longer and did it anyways. The punishments continued. He made me call him on FT and when we connected he was in the dark. I couldn't see him at all but he could see all of me. He made me take my wand and through my panties, orgasm to the point of soaking myself. I did as he asked. Having me remove my panties I was instructed to place them in my mouth. I hesitated. Then did it. As I sat there with my cum soaked panties in my mouth and him watching me on FT I was embarrassed. I was breathing in my own cum and urine, and he was watching me do it. Who was this man? He was no one I knew. Even through all of my bullying and harassment, I never thought he had it in him yet he was watching me degrade myself for his pleasure. He made me plug my nose so my breathing was limited strictly through my mouth. It was hard to do but I wanted to show him resillence. Continuing on with his punishment he had me insert my fingers into my dripping pussy as he ordered me to cum again. This time after I was done I was to soak my hand in my cum and rub it all over my face. Again, I couldn't see him, he can only see me. I did as I was told. But I half assed it and only made it look like I rubbed it all on my face. Before I placed my hand on my face I quickly wiped it on the bed. I wasn't sure I could handle much more. For the finale of his punishment I was to insert and gag on two fingers. I inserted them and pushed them down a few times doing as I was told, I made the gagging noise, I played along. I even managed to cough up some phlegm and a few drops of a protein shake I had drank earlier, all while just letting my fingers rest on my teeth. The beauty of watching someone is you really have no idea what is real, as it is all perception based. That was the end of the third night. I thought to myself that I wasn't sure he could carry on with this permanently and that I was just along for a ride to his self-discovery. Something happened on day four though that I cannot explain. I woke up and sent him my good morning text. I told him that I had a dream about him and I woke up thinking it was reality. This was starting to affect me. I showered and went about my morning, heading to the beach with my little one and enjoying the sunshine of the Pacific North West. I was instructed to let him know when I was home and it was nap time. I let him know when the time had come and was instructed to watch an anal training video. As I watched this I suddenly got wet and sent a reply back to Sir letting him know my thoughts on the video. After he reviewed my feedback he instructed me to grab a non-food item out of my kitchen and to work my ass over with it. I did as I was told. Not having planned for this, things got messy. I am usually so clean when it comes to anal play that I figured it couldn't be that bad if you don't prep for it. I was wrong. I was instructed to send a video and pictures of the item I chose violating my ass. I sent what he asked for and then proceeded to double stuff my ass with my fake dicks and came as instructed (without use of my pussy or vibe). I felt like I had gone above and beyond expectations and was proud of myself. What I didn't know is that I had sent Sir a video of my ass being violated with a disgusting surprise at the end. I had made a mess and was so devastated to the core by it that I began to cry. This was a different cry, one that I had never experienced. I was ashamed and embarrassed that I hadn't made sure there was no mess visible. Things can never be taken back and now he has experienced a part of my life that I can never live down. He has watched me shit using kitchen objects while violating my ass, all for his pleasure. After hours of feeling horrible about it I decided that it didn't matter. If you want to play with the backdoor, shit's going to happen. This is where we are at as of now. Tonight I am instructed to send him a picture of my dinner before I eat, he is undecided whether or not he is going to continue shaming me for my mess earlier, although I have never felt so ashamed in my life. I have committed to this relationship 110% and am willing to bet he cannot keep it up for much longer. I think it takes a very organized and intense person to maintain a D/s relationship. I will continue to write until this relationship is over or has escalated into something far more extreme than what it is.