0 comments/ 41835 views/ 5 favorites Hurt Me By: EndorphinResearch Juliette and I hadn’t seen each other in almost two months. The last time we’d even spoken to one another on the phone had been a disaster. And the last time we’d seen each other…well, let’s just say that things had not gone well. So when she called and said that she was coming over…’to get a few things and maybe talk’ I didn’t know what to think. Of course, I still loved her despite our battles and she was still one of the most sexual women that I’d ever known. But I was still fairly apprehensive. Truth be told I didn’t have an inkling of what the night might hold. When she finally arrived she seemed distracted; she was pacing and full of nervous energy. As we sat at the kitchen table it was clear that she had something on her mind. We made small talk, briefly. Very small and very briefly. We talked about work, both hers and mine. Abruptly she asked, “are my fetish clothes and shoes and stuff still here? “ She smiled a slight, nervous smile, inscrutable and seductive. What was she up to I wondered? “Of course “, I replied offhandedly, still not sure where this was going, “ right where you left them. “ “Can we go upstairs?” Now I’m completely puzzled. “Sure.” I said Upstairs I tell her that her things are still in the far closet. Halfway across the bedroom she turned and faced me. “Will you do something for me? “ she asked, almost sweetly, looking straight into my eyes. “If I can”, I said, still not sure where this was going. “Hurt me.” she said softly but clearly. “Are you sure?” I asked “I’ve been thinking about it for the entire drive, five and a half hours, I’m sure.” I decided to take her at her word. “Take off your top and bra and give me first position then.” I said and sat down on the bed. Incredulous I watched her obey, tossing her blouse and bra onto a chair out of the way, then kneeling, legs apart, palms upward on thighs, eyes down; first position. My head was spinning, I hoped that my face retained the appearance of composure. Was this some sort of breakthrough? Juliette and I had often struggled with the BDSM part of our sex lives. Basically I needed it and she, sexual athlete that she was, did not. But she tried and we tried, but time after time we failed. It was a combination of things: my needing it too much and she not really needing it at all. Or so I thought. But now here she was, abruptly back in my life, back in my bedroom, on her knees fairly begging me to hurt her. And I very much wanted to. I needed to consolidate the moment. I spoke hoping that the sound of my shock would be masked by my arousal. “Alright then” I began, “ this is how it’s going to be. I’m going to push you tonight, cara mia, you’re going to do things and take pain like you’ve never done before…at least with me!” I added sardonically, knowing that I was her first and only Playmate. “Yes, sir. May I speak, sir?” she asked humbly, her head still bowed, her eyes still downcast. Such obedience, such manners. “Of course. “ I wanted to say more, to praise her but I remained silent. “I would not expect anything less tonight, sir. Please know that this little slut is ready to do whatever you desire tonight. Tonight I have no limits. ” I could hardly believe my ears. She turned her eyes back down and sat quietly. What had come over the young Juliette? Had two months away awakened the true masochist in her? “We’ll still use our safe word.” I told her. “ I assure you sir, this slut will need no safe word tonight.” “We’ll see.” I said. I wanted this scene to be what so many of our other attempts had not been long, dramatic, and diabolical. I wanted, now that I had been given this chance, to push past her limits and take her to that place where the endorphins could make sense of everything; even the pain and humiliation that I intended to inflict on her tonight. I took a quiet cleansing breath and plunged onward. “Come here, cara, I want to kiss you hello before I hurt you.” I helped her to her feet and pulled her to me, wrapping my fingers in her dark hair. I kissed her, tenderly at first but rougher as our passion rose. When I released my grip on her she slid back to her knees and without a sound resumed ‘first position’. “Please sir.” she whispered, without looking up at me. “Please what? You little slut! “ “Please, don’t make this slut wait any longer.” “You’ll wear my marks and bruises for a month!” And perhaps, I thought, forever. I watched a small shiver of dread move through my kneeling lover. Good! I thought, let her be afraid. But she surprised me again on this night of surprises. She pushed again. “This little slut would welcome your marks, sir.” I leaned down so that I was at her ear. “Brave words, little one. Let’s test that mettle, shall we?” Moving to the Honduras mahogany toy cabinet on my bedroom wall, I retrieved black leather wrist and ankle cuffs and a stiff black leather collar with three rings that had always been hers. I set them in front of her at her knees. “You know what to do, little slut.” I watched her put on the cuffs and collar from the corner of my eye while I collected the other implements that I intended to torture her with this evening. As she finished, I finished. “Stand up slut” I said. I hooked double ended brass snap hooks to the ‘d’ rings on the wrist cuffs. “Now bend over.” I said. When she did I clipped the other end of the hooks to the rings on her ankle cuffs. “Very nice.” I mused. “I didn’t know that you could do that. The question is: how long can you stay that way?” Let’s see how she does. I opened the door and pretended to leave. Juliette grunted with exertion. I waited. She did not protest, or cry, or move. I reached out and caressed the folds of her pussy through her panties. She ’mmm’d’ and pressed back against my fingers. “Swollen and wet already, cara? And such a long way to go before she gets any real attention.” I said, ironically. I rubbed harder, pulling her panties up. I pushed the back of my hand against her anus. “How premeditated was your visit here, cara?” I rubbed her asshole harder, pressing my fingers through the fabric of her panties. ”Did you have the forethought to clean your little asshole for me?” “Yes sir, I did.” “Your manners and attitude seem to have improved, little slut,” rubbing her crotch, front to back, back to front. “Thank you, sir.” “Let’s see how good your manners are when you are in pain and things aren’t,” rubbing her crotch harder still and listening to her soft moans, “going your way.” “Yes, sir, thank you sir.” “Let’s start getting your little ass warmed up and stretched out for the main events then shall we?” rubbing hard against her panty clad pussy and ass one last time. “Mmmmmm!” she moaned, clearly pleased with my proposition. But she squealed a moment later when the cold steel of my bandage scissors slid across her cheeks and cut through the beautiful lace g-string she was wearing. “That squeal will cost you twenty minutes with your hated gag, cara mia.” “Ooooh!” she vocalized, stopping abruptly as she recognized that I had baited her into disobeying. “I could make it thirty. Should I make it thirty, little slut?” “Please sir, no sir. That would further delay my sucking your beautiful cock sir.” “Insolent baggage!” I laughed.” Twenty then. I’ll set the timer. I crossed to the dresser and set the timer for twenty minutes. The gag was slid between her teeth and the strap tightened behind her head. “Now, let’s open you up a little. I’m sure playing with your asshole will make the twenty minutes just fly by.” I pulled a purple glove from the drawer and pumped a generous amount of K-Y jelly onto my gloved fingers. I inserted one and then quickly two well-lubed fingers into her ass. “Although maybe she won’t be as hungry as she normally is.” But my fingers slid up her as easily, showing me that her anus was as greedy as ever. Juliette moaned through her gag, giving me an enthusiastic encouragement for the vigorous reaming that I was giving her puckered hole. “That’s my girl. Would you like another finger?” Not waiting for answer I added a third fat digit alongside the other two and pushed them in slowly until I was deep inside. “I have a new plug that I think you’ll like.” I said, rotating my hand gently, my fingers still pressed deep inside her rectum. I grabbed the new plug from the shelf and brought it close to her face to show her. “Biggest one that I could find…without going to the gay toy store anyway. Maybe tonight’s the night that I get my whole hand up there.” I worked my greasy fingers harder in her ass. “I’m going to unhook your wrists. And after you straighten up a bit you’re going over the horse for awhile.” I released her and Juliette, without missing a beat, sank to her knees and assumed first position. Despite my skepticism regarding our past attempts at hardcore S/M scenes Juliette impressed me. She really wanted this. And I was going to give it to her. Our two years together had been tumultuous. I had been coming off of a five-year relationship with a very kinky woman. But she had discovered smoking cocaine and pulled me halfway down the drain with her. I was broke, horny and a little bit at sea . Juliette was smart and bold and full of life. We met at a club and drank and danced till closing. Surprising me she followed me home to my hovel and slept in my bed. We had wonderful sex the next morning after our heads had cleared. We began to see a lot of one another. Our vanilla sex life together was great; I took her cherry ass. I kept my other interests in the closet, but one day after some particularly hot, nasty vanilla sex I wrote a fantasy about us. In my mind my letter was a nasty but not over the top story. A little bondage, a little silly slave/master stuff, nothing that I thought would hurt or insult my sweet Juliette. She hadn’t seen it that way at all. She was furious with me, tearing the letter into little pieces and screaming at me that I was sick and perverted. Duh! Of course I was. The genie out of the bottle then, within the next six months we managed to at least try most if not all, of the other things in my sick and perverted letter as well as some kinky non-BDSM activities. Juliette discovered that she enjoyed an enema and taking larger and larger things up her once virgin ass. We played with her ass nearly every time that we had sex. And we continued to drink quite a bit of beer and ended up playing some inevitable watersports games: peeing on each other’s genitals and sometimes in Juliette’s pussy and ass. But try as I might the BDSM part was mostly off limits and she was ferociously jealous so any kind of swinging or group stuff was pretty much out of the question as well. All of which was frustrating to me, but I had fallen in love with this woman and I kept trying to introduce more of my favorite things, mostly my sadism, into our lovemaking. Some of our scenes went very well. We managed some hardcore stuff: a vicious caning that left marks for too long, a play piercing, but by and large Juliette’s heart wasn’t really in it and as soon as we would reach a new plateau of what I thought was acceptance and understanding for my S/M proclivities we would implode, some small misstep or slight would set one of us off. It didn’t help that throughout these struggles that Juliette was getting her Masters’ degree, but by the time that was accomplished we had reached an impasse. So when she was offered a summers’ internship at a prestigious hospital she took it knowing that we needed to be away from one another. And yet here she was, here we were. She was testing me. I was most definitely testing her. “Up over the horse now.” I spoke quietly but still in my Top persona. Juliette moved quickly to the horse, the gag still in her mouth and adjusted herself on its’ padded knee and elbow supports. I put on another rubber glove and quietly lubed my fingers. Moving behind her I slid two and quickly three fingers into her still hungry anus. Her moans through the gag told me that she felt stuffed. I rotated my three fingers and made as though I was about to insert a fourth. Her moans told me that, stuffed as she was, her ass would gladly stretch to accept another finger. Instead I pulled my fingers from her nearly gaping ass, smiling at my gloved hand as it reappeared sparkling clean. “A little pain first, slut. No reason that it should be all fun and games. I have some new clamps for your tits and labia, cara mia and that brand new fresh from the package, extra large butt plug. Not as big around as my hand but big enough to keep you stretched out for awhile while I cane you and beat you with my new toys.” Her moans were not so positive sounding this time, her apprehension and fear mixed subtly with desire and need. It was a most delightful sound. “I think your ass is ready right now for this big fucker…. Just a little bit more lube…” Her moans were more frantic now; she might’ve been panting had her mouth not been so stuffed with the gag. I hadn’t touched her ass again but she squirmed on the horse. “Let’s try the clamps first, shall we?” slipping a clamp on each nipple as I spoke. “Nasty, huh? New weights too!” I announced as I dropped the weights on the connecting chain. “A couple for your pussy too! And then I can get back to stretching that ass and then beating it. “ The clamps that I used on her outer labia were light green plastic forceps with wide, grooved jaws. I clicked them on and then clicked each one again. Her moans had become shrieks by then. When I added the two-ounce weights to each clamp the crescendo swelled once more. I pushed some of the hair out of her eyes. “There there cara mia.” I soothed her for a moment. “Breathe little one and I promise I’ll turn all this into ecstasy.” I kissed her and whispered “you know that I can.” “You want this you little slut. Trust me and go all the way with me tonight.” She moaned loudly at this. I decided to take it as an affirmation. I reached around and set the weights attached to her tits to swaying. “Now we’ll press this big fat plug up your sweet whores’ ass…” Her moan turned to squeals and shrills as I pressed the giant toy remorselessly up her well-lubed asshole. “Just a little more,” I said, marveling at her rectums’ ability to swallow these enormous penetrations. “There,” I said as the last of the plugs’ girth slipped inside Juliette and her anal ring closed on it’s somewhat more narrow neck. “Mmmpphh “ was all that she could muster through the gagstrap. “That’s better, “I said spanking the base of the huge toy gently with my palm. “MMMPPPHHH!” It was torture but sweet torture. “How many did we say for tonight? We never discussed that? OK. We’ll start slow and see what we can do.” The beating that I gave Juliette that night lasted the better part of an hour. I used more than twenty different implements, from a rubber bungee flogger through slappers and tawses and a particularly evil quirt-like item that’s called the ‘Viper’ and which inevitably leaves some of the very worst welts. I finished with my canes, both rattan and synthetic, and ended with a three foot long rubber crowd control baton from South Africa called a jambok, which I am told delivers a deep, penetrating pain which continues to blossom and grow for several minutes after each strike. By the very end I was striking her several times in rapid succession. By then Juliette had climaxed at least a half dozen times and was Playing on some astral plane that tops like me don’t even know about. She was still moaning loudly through the gag so I unbuckled it and used a tissue and a babywipe to remove the tears, snot and eye makeup from her face. She groaned her appreciation and moved her jaw but did not speak. I stealthily grabbed both of the clamps on her breasts and gently removed them. but of course when clamps have been on for that long there is no amount of gentleness that will change, avert or delay the flood of pain involved. These were the first real screams of the evening, fine full-blooded screams they were. I amplified them by pulling the clamps from her pussy before the pain from her nipples had fully faded. Her screams were reduced to grunts and gasps as I touched the butt plug and reached between her swollen and abused pussy lips to rub her erect clit with the pad of my middle finger. The screams, gasps and moans coalesced into a roar of an orgasm, a shaking earthquake. Nana Gaga. It was a beautiful thing to behold. I rubbed her fat, swollen wet clit through two more, somewhat less spectacular climaxes As she slowly began to descend from the heavens she spoke her first words. “Thank you” in a hoarse voice. “Thank you what, slut?” “Thank you sir. Thank you sir this little slut needed this evening, sir.” “So we’re not going to see if my hand will fit up your ass then?” “If you wish, sir.” “Let’s take you down and see how you feel.” “Yes sir.” We lay on the bed and rested for a few minutes. As she nestled against me my still hard cock made his presence known. She looked up at me then; her face awash in endorphins was almost angelic. “May I?” “You may.” She pulled me toward the edge of the bed until my feet were on the floor and then knelt between them. A soft groan escaped her and I realized the giant toy was still imbedded in her ass. “We can take that out if it’s too much.” I offered. “It is but I want to try and keep it in while I make you come,” she paused still a perfect bottom and in the moment, “If I may, sir?” “Get to it then little slut.” I barked, mostly laughing. “I’ve been thinking a lot about this too.” she whispered and bent to her task. Her mouth was as hot and soft as I remembered it. But almost immediately Juliette began a vigorous deep throat, with the emphasis on deep, holding my very, very hard cock down past her glottis and looking up at me as she deliberately choked herself. Between gasps I managed, “Where did we learn this trick, cara?” I grabbed her head in my hands and held her throat deep down on my cock a few extra seconds. As Juliette looked at me her eyelids began to flutter and I let go of her thinking that she was done. Yet after I let go she stayed in that place for another few seconds, as if to show off. I took her face in my hands again and fucked her mouth until I came down her throat. Hurt Me Good I tell everyone I'm a lesbian, and I've had the same girlfriend for years. But I've got a craving, one she can't satisfy, for cock. I have a coworker, Jake, who drives me wild. He makes suggestive remarks at me all the time, grabbing my breasts in the elevator, whispering dirty words in my ear. I play along, sometimes, but I'd never follow up on what I tell him I do. I offer to blow him under his desk, fuck him in his car, meet him at his house. I like to tease. But I never thought it would come back to me the way it did that night. It was cold and rainy, I was tired and didn't feel like leaving the house after work. I came home, slipped into my pajama's- a white tank top and terrycloth shorts- and cuddled on the couch. Lisa, my girlfriend, wasn't going to be home for a few hours, so I thought I'd please myself a little. I found my biggest dildo, and set it between my legs. Rubbing my perky nipples through the cloth of my shirt, I moaned quietly. I could feel my pussy becoming slick, and my clit was throbbing. Just as I was about to shove the 10 inch fake cock inside me, the phone rang. "Fuck!" I sighed, put down the dildo and ran to the phone. I picked it up, panting. "Hey there," it was Jake. "Hi, um, what's up?" I said, between breaths. "Just my 8 inch cock," he laughed. What's going on? You sound like you're busy." I giggled. I hated that he turned me on. He was much older than me, married, a red-neck. But he had great eyes, and he smelled so good... "I was...about to take care of some business when you called." I bit my lip, sliding my fingers down to my cunt, rubbing the lips with three fingers. "Look, Jenn, I need someone here right now. My wife just called, she's not coming home. I think I might do something crazy, can you come over? Quick." I was shocked. He said his marriage was crumbling, but I had no idea how quickly, or how much it had affected him. "Sure, I'll be there in a few minutes." I hung up the phone and slid on my sandals. No time to get dressed, I couldn't let him be alone. I got in my car and sped to his house, ten minutes away. When I got there, the lights were off. I was worried that he had done something stupid. I walked in the back door, quietly, stepping out of my sandals and into his kitchen. Nobody was there. I heard faint sounds, and headed back to where his bedroom was. The door was opened slightly, and a flickering light peeked out. I pushed it open more, and peered in. There Jake was, naked on his bed, watching what looked like some hardcore porn. Big, hulking men were shoving their huge cocks in tiny Asian girls assholes. Jake was stroking his member, intensly focusing on the tv. I could see his forehead shake a little. "Maybe I ought to leave-" I started, and he looked up at me quick. Faster than I could move, he leaped up and pushed the door closed and locked it with the padlock. Shit. I started to tremble. He grabbed my arms, and slowly lead me to his bed. "Jenn, I have wanted you for a very long time, and until now, I have been nice about your turning me down all the time. You tell me you will, then you don't. You tease and it's NOT NICE!" he roared. At this point, I was terrified. He was much, much larger than me. I was a petite 5 feet tall, 95 pounds soaking wet. He was at least 6 foot 3, 200 pounds. His hands clamped around my tender arms, there was no use in struggling. "I'm- I'm sorry Jake...I-I never meant to-" "Shut up. I'm fucking horny as hell, and if I don't let loose on someone, the whole WORLD is going to feel my wrath. Now get on the bed." he shoved me toward the bed. I could feel my body responding in ways I had never imagined. I think...I think I was actually turned on by his aggressiveness. I sat on his bed and awaited his next order. "Get on your hands and knees." he commanded, his blue piercing eyes becoming more and more calm. I pulled my small frame over to my side, and situated myself as ordered. My long black hair fell in front of my face and I couldn't see. With quick female Asian cries in the background, I couldn't hear what he was doing next, but before I could tell, he had grabbed my wrists and cuffed them to the post on his bed. I was now at his mercy. I felt him kneel up on the bed behind me, and slide my shorts down. "Now, Jenn, you're finally going to get what I've been wanting to give you for a year!" And with that, he rammed his hard cock straight through my pussy, reaching so deep I thought my head would explode. "Oh, god!" I moaned. This is what I had been waiting for. "You shut up, you little bitch" he said, grabbing my ass and pulling me on to him, deeper and deeper. I felt my clit exposed to the air, begging to be touched. His bulging package was now 8 inches inside of me, popping in and out, squeezing through my tight hole and back in again. "Do you like that? How is it?" he moaned...slowing down, then speeding up in pace. I could barely breath between my panting. "Fuck me harder!" I screamed, and he laughed. "Bitch, I'm going to fuck you til you bleed!" He rammed me some more, and I thought I was going to cry. Then, all of a sudden, he pulled out. Stunned, I waited in silence for a moment. Then, without warning, I felt the head of his burning cock touch my tight ass hole. "Fuck...fuck..." he moaned, as he slowly slid himself in and out inch by inch into my ass. "OWCH!" I cried! My ass was a virgin and I liked it that way! "Shut up, baby, let me fuck your ass..." he was quieting down now, and I could feel his hips start to pump and his cock start to enter my ass deeper and deeper. "Ow...ow...oh..." it started to feel good. I had never felt such wonderful pain. He started to scream in ecstacy, and he was pounding harder and faster than ever. My tits shook as he pounded my tight ass. My pussy was so wet, I wanted to reach down and grab my clit, but I couldn't. Then, he pounded himself into my ass one last time with a shriek. "OH FUUUUUCK!!!!" he cried out, releasing his hot load into my asshole. He popped his cock out, and I felt his come drizzle down to my pussy. It was my turn. I was so hot and horny, I hadn't cum yet and I wanted to. I turned around, twisting my hands in the cuffs, bruising my wrists. "Fucker, you had your fun, now let me out of these cuffs and let me have mine!" I barked, alive with the rage of lust. "Woa, killer!" he grinned, rubbhing his hand through his short, grayish hair. "I'll let you out, if you be quiet." With that, he grabbed the cuff keys and released me. I pushed him down on his back and stared at his cock. It was partially limp, no good. So I got down between his legs and grabbed his balls with my hand and started licking the tip. "Oh, oh god..." he moaned, his hands reaching down on my head, pushing my mouth onto his manhood. I licked and sucked his shaft, putting his balls in my mouth and jerking him off. In no time, he was at full salute and ready for action. I got up, straddled his belly, and slowly pushed my ass back towards his rock hard member. I reached behind my ass and spread my wet pussy lips, sinking them around his cock. "Oh god!" I moaned, swalling him whole. His face tensed up, his jaw clenched. I could tell he liked it. "Take it all, little girl" he managed to spit out, as I started to rock back and forth on his cock. He was so deep inside me, deeper than before, and my clit was screaming for help. I reached down to it, and began circling around it with my fingers. "Ride it, baby!" he cried, and I began to lift up, then fell back down, letting him impale me deep. This time, he hit my g-spot and I could tell I was close to orgasm. With my toes curled and my nipples tight little knots in the air, I bounced up and down on him, pounding at my clit, breathing hot and heavy, once, twice, three times... I continued to ride him and he cried out in pleasure. "Fuck!" I could feel myself so close. "Fuck!" I cried...and soon we were panting and crying in unison. "Fuck, oh, fuck, god!" I slammed myself down on to him one last time and felt a wave of exploding pleasure go through my whole entire body from fingers to toes. "Holy shit!" He yelped, and filled me once again with his white hot cum. I slouched down on his chest, and he put his hands on my back. I was aching front and back, inside and out. Exhausted, I peeled myself off of him and put my pajama's back on. "Okay, you can go now" he sighed, and turned off the porn. "But remember, every single time you tease me like that, THIS is what you're going to get." And with that, I limped back to my car. The next day at work, when I told him I was going to blow him under the desk, true to my word, I did. Hurt Me - I Deserve It They walked in together but their eyes and their hands were not making contact. They had traveled next to each other but their purpose was very different. Maria and I saw them almost at the same time and I rose to greet them while Maria looked away and slumped as if trying to be smaller and not be seen. She was gorgeous in every way. Her tall body swayed like a bamboo tree in the wind. Her thing waist and round ass seem to spin around the tables as she was walking towards us. Her eyes were so pretty and so big. Her smile was shy and nervous but still playful. Her hair dropped to her shoulders and then jumped with every step. She smelled like water lilies in a summer night of drunken skinny-dipping. I smelled those lilies as she came to the table first and I reached out to great her. I pulled her body towards me in a casual friendly hug that stayed together perhaps a bit too long. I kissed her cheek or at least tried to - enough to taste her skin, It was so soft. His hand was moist and big. He was nervous and his handshake was a bit rushed. I squeezed harder than I had to and he seemed to try to pull his big hand away. He must have been 6-4 or 6-5 and lumbered over me but his eyes were running away from mine and his shoulders were slumping. He mumbled a hello or I thought he did because I could not really hear the words - I just assumed that's what it was. I turned around and saw Maria making a quick greeting gesture at the woman but without making any effort to come closer or establish eye contact. I don't think Maria even noted that the guy was present and he seemed more than content to drop into a seat and fixate on his wife with eager eyes. Those were the eyes of a puppy waiting for the tennis ball to go flying across the lawn. Oh yes, the ball will fly my man - it will fly soon and a lot. Maria was drinking quickly. I think she had four of five drinks between waiting for the couple to arrive and the short conversation we had. Was she trying to get herself drunk? To avoid experiencing what was about to happen? This was all her doing. I would have never thought she will cheat on me but the messages were right there in front of me. "I want to feel your hard cock between my wet thighs," said the last one. "I need your hard cock in my mouth so badly, baby!" was another. I was starting with disbelief. I could hear her in the kitchen making herself lunch or something and it was tough to reconcile the woman who was making me a sandwich with the woman who wrote: "fuck my ass baby - stretch it - it's yours!" I think I felt rage and anger and depression all at the same time. My Marisol, my Sole, my soul was having an affair with some unknown guy by the name of Sebastian. It wasn't just an affair, it was a full-blown, dirty fucking, "cum all over me and fuck my ass" mess that was happening right behind me. He was her baby? She never called me baby. She hated when I did that too. What will I call her now - slut? Whore? My wife? Marisol? Cheating, lying, backstabbing, dream crusher? "Maria! Come here!" That's when she became Maria - my drunk, nervous, shrinking woman who was watching me talk and flirt. Maria, who insisted many many times that it was just sexting and fantasy and nothing else. How could I believe that? Maria who swore she never met him? She was just roleplaying. Maria, who cried and swore she wanted only me. Maria, whom I asked "What would you do if you saw me fuck another woman?" and who replied, "If I know you love me and this is just for amusement I can live with that!" She could live with that? It was then I decided that this was going to me my revenge. Not only will I fuck another woman but I will have Maria watching me. Standing, right there as I made another woman moan and twist as I done with her so many times. Can she really do that? Can I really do that? Well... whatever demon you are looking to feed... the Web is selling the food for you. The sites are plenty and the people are many. A shadow army of cheating wives, horny swingers and desperate aging singles. All looking to rub against something or somebody and get that moment of high - the hard cock, the throbbing heart, the warm flesh of another. Then sink again into whatever pit of boredom or anxiety we all came from. So many. I made Maria read my ad and edit it. She was holding her tears as she read through the description of what I like in a sexual partner. How could I never tell her? Have I ever done that with her? I made her take my picture with her phone for the ad too. Maria was red and angry. She had a bubbling personality and was so easy to talk to. We were chatting like old friends catching up and she was laughing at my jokes like she has heard them before but still found them hilarious. The laugh of an old friend who will always be nice to you. Her husband was just taking deep breaths from time to time but said nothing pretty much the whole time. I asked for the check. When the waiter came over to bring it my hand was resting on hers. It wasn't a sexual touch. It was the way you touch your friend to get their attention except for her hand reached back ever so slightly and I let mine stay there. The tips of my fingers were at her elbow. The soft skin on the inside of the elbow where her arm bent. My fingers were going up and down her forearm. The softer side of her forearm. The palm of her hand was facing up and gently meeting my arm. The waiter placed the check right next to our hands and looked around. Did he notice that I was touching a different woman than the one I came with? Right in front of her husband who just stood there with his puppy eyes and giant hands? I guess it was a hotel bar - they are used to all kinds of things. She didn't tell me right away that her husband will be there. We spent quite some time corresponding until she told me that he liked to watch her play. She had been with several men before and he always wanted to "make sure she is safe." She said he just sat there. Looking with hungry eyes and as if trying to remember every stroke of every cock that fucked her. She said he sometimes jerked off while watching but often did nothing more than just stand there. Apparently later they would go to bed at home and he will eat her sore pussy like an overripe peach that is dripping everywhere. He will do that until she pushed his face away and then he will cum in his hand - on his knees, still looking at the work of a stranger. I did not have those graphic descriptions yet when we first decided to meet. I just knew he will be there. It was my turn to disclose that Maria will come with me too. It was only fair - we each bring our own personal demons into the room. The fetishistic husband, the cheating wife, the swinging beauty and me - what was I? I led the way to the elevator. We were on the 24th floor and when the doors closed, I turned around and kissed her. She met me eagerly and her body pressed against mine. I grabbed her ass and pressed my chest to feel her breasts. Our lips drank from each other and I felt her tongue in my mouth. My cock jumped and she caught it in mid air. Reaching for my pants. We crashed against the elevator wall on the left and I felt Maria step out of the way so not to be crushed by the two entwined bodies. She was wearing a skirt and as we walked through the long corridor I grabbed the skirt's end and pulled her toward me. I loved kissing that woman - what soft lips she had. I grabbed her ass again and this time reaching under the skirt. It felt so good in my hand. They stopped behind us. I knew they were there - Maria and the giant guy. What were they doing? Waiting? When she turned around I could see her ass as she was wearing a thong. How cute. What an amazing ass. Our perverted procession entered the room together and once again our kissing and groping bodies blocked the way. I did not wait very long. She was on her knees before we reached the bed sucking on my cock. It was swollen to painful level of hardness. She was trying to take it all in her mouth but that has never been done and she was soon fighting for breath then diving again. I grabbed her head and was pushing it back and forth. There was nothing romantic about this. There was never meant to be any tenderness. Just my hard cock and her willing body. I pulled her up and looked in her eyes. Her lips were wet from the saliva and the gagging. She reached to kiss me but instead I pushed her away and bent her over the bed. I pulled the skirt up and then the thong down and dived inside her. She gasped and she cried out in victory and we did that again and again. I think we fucked for an hour or perhaps more before I first looked at Maria. I was trying to go as deep inside her as I possibly could. I was bending her knees and spreading her legs, pushing her ass down from behind and pulling her waist up towards me as I reached around. I kept going between her mouth and her willing pussy and I wanted to rub my hard cock against every body part she had so that they had all been fucked by me and therefore made mine. She was intoxicating. She cried out and she moaned. She would orgasm with violent trusts of her entire body and would then transition into another building dance of back and forth motion. She tasted amazing - like sweat and basil, salty seawater and canella, like warm water and fucking. I loved her taste and I wanted more. I climaxed on her face. Some of it went into her open mouth and some of it went onto her chin and her cheeks. She was sweaty and happy. She was proud. I turned her face to Maria so she could see my work. "Look! Look what I did! This is your fault!" I never said those words. I was just catching my breath. He was sitting there with his hands in his shorts - jerking off. She got up and walked over to him. She leaned over him as he was sitting on the armchair, still vigorously jerking. She kissed him with a slow, wet, sloppy kiss, her face still covered in my cum. He groaned loudly - the first sound he ever made. I walked away to the bathroom, still panting and sweaty. Maria was crying, sitting in the other armchair. The goodbyes were very quick and very awkward. We were in the car home when she spoke for the first time. Her hand landed on my crotch and she said, "Baby, I want you to fuck me like you fucked her. Can you do that? I want you to hurt me - I deserve it. Hurt me with your cock and with your hands. Do you still have that for me..." I pushed her head down to my lap and my fingers under her dress and into her vagina. I could use a glass of wine but when we arrived she just pulled me up the stairs towards the bathroom and I was not going to object. She was my Maria - my soul, my Sole, my Marisol. The lady in her took over for a moment and she declared she will brush her teeth first. I wasn't going to brush mine. I liked the taste I had. My phone vibrated and I glanced at it as I was undressing and waiting. It was Lilly - "Amazing night! I can't believe they could not tell we have been lovers f for years" I decided I'd reply in the morning. I could hear the bathroom door open. Hurt Me, I Want You To I sat quietly in my in my living room, trying to steady my nervous excitement. Standing fom the brown leather armchair, I walked to the small hallway that leads from the front directoy in to the living room. I fussed with my short black hair more to fidget with it then anything else, having just had my normal clipper cut. My dark brown eyes stared back at me, watching me on their own accord as if it were another man all together. The man in the mirror smoothed down his maroon wicking sports shirt and made sure the pockets of his grey running shorts were tucked in, wanting to look presentable even in simple workout attire. His face finally matched my emotions when a diminutive knock came at the front door just feet away. I closed my eyes and took a deep and cleansing breath, turn towards the door and opened it slowly. There she was, the blonde woman who's voice I craved like an opiate. She wore her hair up in a tight pony tail, and stood dressed in a tight pink hoodie and black yoga pants with running shoes. Over her shoulder hung a grey and pink gym bag with a change of clothes. She smiled, not looking anywhere near as nervous as I was, and opened her mouth to speak to me in person for the first time. What would she say? I wondered to myself. Would it be a command? A question? Perhaps she would just say hello like people do. "Breathe." she said in that voice. That voice that held anything she decided to have it carry that day. Dominance, submissiveness, sex, lust, anger, sadness, intimacy, it was all there at her beck and call. I released my breath, having not realized I was even holding it. I laughed once and shook my head quickly to clear it. "Samantha, hi." I said. "Please, come in." I turned to my side to her come in past me. She crossed over the threshold intentionally close to me, the scent of her light perfume spiraling off her wafted up to my nose and sending a light shudder down my spine. "Thank you August." she said walking in to the living room and setting her gym bag down by the armchair. She looked around at the small 2 bedroom house where I lived alone, and had a look of admiration and maybe a little surprise on her face. "Nice place, very..." "Tidy?" I asked with a goofy smile. Her laugh was magical, something I hadn't heard before and was instantly intoxicated by. "Yes. I didn't want to say that though." she admitted. Samantha walked towards the small room that served as my office and peered in. She wrinkled her nose and shook her head, clearly not what she was looking for. "It's that way." I said pointing to the opposite side of the living room where the master bedroom was. "Can I get you anything before we head in?" She shook her head and narrowed her eyes, the look telling me that she came here for a reason, and having a drink in the living room wasn't it. Picking her gym bag back up, she slung it over her shoulder and walked in to the doorway of my room. She turned her head back and asked, "You coming?" In truth, it didn't sound like a question. "After you." I said. I was surprised at how steady my voice suddenly was. My eyes fell instantly to her ass as she started in. Yoga pants. I thought to myself. I could tell that the room caught her off guard by the way she walked in, stopped for a moment, then continued on. The floor plan in my house was tailored so that the master bedroom was a majority of the building, being close to the size of a full one bedroom apartment with a tall vaulted ceiling. There was a long mirror against the wall to the left as you walk in, and along that same wall dumbbells of varying weights. This was clearly the room someone who enjoys their workouts. I became aware of the fact that the bedroom was half gym and felt compelled to explain myself. "CrossFit." I said. "It's kind of a cult I know, but, I enjoy it. Lots of work that's hard on the body." She turned, that look still on her face, "Show me where it is." I swallowed hard and pointed towards the bed. She followed my finger to the exact spot I was pointing at where stood a very simple chin up bar, big enough for just one person. It was a metal frame that I had custom made and was bolted in to the floor. I had asked Samantha for something very specific and while she was very agreeable on the phone, there was a part of me that worried if she might change her mind when actually came to preforming the task. She dropped her bag again and walked to the bar, running her small hands up and down the cold metal. She beckoned me over with a finger and I obeyed. I took a deep breath when she placed the palm of her hands against my chest, sliding them down to my stomach and then back up again. Without thinking I took hold of her hips and pulled them against mine. She kissed me suddenly, deeply, her tongue entered my mouth flooding my senses with the feel of her, her warmth, her smell. My eyes fluttered shut and I kissed her back hungrily. I pulled against her hips harder, grinding my swelling member in to her thin yoga pants. She pushed me away, hard, causing me to take a full step back. All the air and light rushed back in to my system as the world righted itself once again. I blinked, surprised at her strength in such a small and unassuming package. "Uh uh." she said, wagging her finger at me. "Not yet." She walked back to her gym bag, unzipped it, and removed two pair of handcuffs before returning back to me. "Handcuffs?" I asked. "I thought we were using scarves." She looked at me, then jerked her head towards the pull up bar. "Take your shirt off and grab that bar." she ordered. Again, that voice. It renders me helpless, and pliable to her. I did as she said, a little embarrassed at my physique. While in shape, I don't have the same ridges and lines in my musculature that some men in my sport do and for whatever reason it it makes me self conscious. Holding her cuffs in her left hand she again touched my chest. She ran her hand up and down the same path, however dipped lower to graze her fingers against the bulge that was still in my shorts. Her hand was soft and warm, making me for a brief moment want her to just touch me, and not do what was coming next. The moment I had that thought, the carnal desire, the need bubbled up inside me and I raised both arms and grabbed the bar tightly in my hands. She stood on her toes and cuffed both of my wrists to the bar, her body purposefully hovering less then an inch in front of mine. I heard the teeth latch in to the metal and looked up, giving each arm a little jerk. I was now completely at her mercy. Samantha returned to her bag and unzipped her pink hoodie revealing a tight black sports bra. Stuffing it in to the bag she removed a pair of gloves designed for bag work. Sauntering towards me she slipped her hands in to the gloves, wrapping the velcro straps around her wrists. She pulled her pony tail tighter and looked up at me, again on her toes, her face so close to mine that I could feel it's warmth across my lips. "Ready?" she asked in a tone that was not inquisitive. I nodded and drew a breath. She took a step back from me, flexed her fingers, and then delivered a right hook to the left site of my body with a dull thud. I inhaled sharply, but refused to make a sound. That single punch drained all of the apprehension and childlike fear I held for you in an instant. "Harder." I said, my voice almost breaking. She hit me a second time, this time with a left hook, hard enough for me to moan. It was as if this were the verbal queue she'd been waiting for and before my body rocked back in to place from her last hit she was upon me delivering hooks, jabs, small uppercuts all drilled in to my ribs and chest. Beads of sweat were starting to form on her brow as she worked my body, each strike made my head clearer. Wham! 'I have a great life.' Wham! 'I am a good man.' Wham! 'This isn't pain, it's a cleansing.' That thought turned my last grunt in to the word "Stop." She stopped, sweating and panting, the muscles of her arms taught and defined from her work out. I looked up and down my torso finding only red splotches from gloves that would fade with in hours. "What's the matter?" she asked breathily. "Take the gloves off." I said. For the first time she showed a little hesitation. She was fine striking me through foam, but the thought of knuckle and bone gave her pause. "Samantha" I said clearly, "Hurt me. I want you to. Please?" the last word was begging. "August, are you..." "Yes. I want you to." I replied. She unfastened the gloves and tossed them aside. Stepping back she sat on the edge of my bed for a moment stretching arms across her breasts and popping her knuckles. When she was ready, she stood and approached me again. "Ready?" she asked for the second time, this time a question. I nodded, drew in another deep breath expanding my chest. She pressed the fingers of both hands in to her palms, popping her knuckles. Clenching her fists, I looked at her small hands. "Good." I thought to myself knowing that less surface area meant a more painful impact. Now she took a deep breath and on exhale swung a sharp right hook in to my ribcage, her other hand held up defensively as any fighter knows to do. A noise both dull and wet filed the room, the sweet and painful sound of her flesh and bone against mine. I involuntarily exhaled as her fist found home. There was the slightest pause from the both of us, I could see surprise in her own face at actually hitting me as hard as she did. I was of the same mind, expecting it to be sharp and painful but grossly underestimating the force she could put behind it. Our faces changes with a word spoken, from mild shock to desire. She liked hurting me, to be free to lay in to me with out fear of any violent reciprocity. I of course loved being hurt, more so hurt by her. The left fist found it's way to my chest, then the right in to the ribs again. The left found the opposite ribs, then the right flew in again and just below my bones in to my side. Each blow became sharper at impact, my breathing growing heavier and heavier until I took jagged breaths at her onslaught. Samantha pulled her elbows in tight and rotated her fists so that her knuckles faced me, then hit my abdomen with an uppercut. The left hand followed suit, then the right, left, right, left, right. My occasional moans turned in to gravely grunts as she worked me over. The moment came shortly after she hit my ribcage in a spot that had been well worn. My pupils dilated letting all the light in the room in, my vision sharpened and a high pitch ring went through my ears leaving behind a very distinct clarity to the sound around me. I couldn't tell she slowed down, or if I just perceived her to. I could hear her fists cutting through the air, the cracking against my body, and her own breath fast and short. I could see beads of sweat turning in to wet lines running down her forehead, drops hanging off her nose. My senses were on fire, I was more alive then I'd ever been before. I slowed my breathing, taking a long, and slow breath only slightly interrupted by several more punches. I could smell her, a unique mixture of her sweat, that pungent familiar smell of human beings, and deodorant. The stale smell from her gloves caked with salty layers of old perspiration, from use. I was intoxicated, and could take no more. "Stop." I said, barely above a whisper, my eyes fixed on her like a predator. She stopped and stepped away, wiping sweat from her brow. She glared back at me, her own eyes seeming to dare me to do something about it. I looked down at my body, there were dozens of yellowish imprints already deepening in to a dark purple, many of which turning in to one enormous splotch. My breathes in began to ache, however I was still too full of adrenaline to give it any thought. "Un-cuff me." I said, almost a demand. She smiled impishly and slowly, purposefully, sauntered her way back to her gym bag. Before removing the keys from her bag, she removed her shoes and socks. I took the queue to step out of mine, watching her as she returned. My eyes widened as her hand suddenly grabbed my cock through my shorts, her fingers squeezing and moving liquidly over me. "Maybe I should just leave you up there." she stated. I grew fully erect, pressing my hips towards her again. Pulling her sports bra forward she dropped the small key pair in to her cleavage and let the material snap back in to place. She sank to her knees pulling my gym shorts and boxers down with her. I gasped at the sudden rush of cold air as I sprung free from the clothing. She grabbed me at the base and squeezing pulled slowly causing a small drop of pre-cum to bead up on the head. She looked up at me smiling, then licked the tip of my cock. She made an audible but low moan, swallowed, then took the head of my cock in between her lips, her tongue flickering against me. I pressed forward to which she immediately pulled back and shook a finger at me. "Not yet." she said, then pressed my shaft against my abdomen with the flat of her hand. She ran her nails against my scrotum, then gave the side of my cock a long lick before standing back up. She pressed her body in to mine, one hand tightly grabbed my member and began to stroke it slowly. With her free hand she ran her fingers over my head and pulled my face in to hers, again filling my mouth with her tongue. I kissed her back, hungrily, my senses still on fire. Our kiss broke, her hands withdrew from my body and she pulled the key from her bra. She intentionally pressed herself against me while unfastening the cuffs from the bar. I lowered my arms slowly, letting the blood flow back in to them, my hands squeezing in to fists to get everything functioning again. Turning my wrists up she unlocked the cuffs from my wrists, and tossed them with the key to the floor. Just as her eyes returned to me, I was upon her. I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to the bed. She started to giggle but stop short as I set her down on the edge of the mattress and took hold of her sports bra, ripping it over her head and arms. Her breasts were moist from her work out which caused her small pink nipples to harden at the temperature change. I grabbed her nipples and gave them a squeeze before pushing her down on the bed. She was caught off guard, but absolutely fearless. She scooted backwards away from me towards the center of the bed, and while doing so I took hold of the sides of her yoga pants, feeling the small lace of her panties I made sure to hook my fingers underneath those. As she moved away from me, I pulled my arms the opposite direction yanking her clothing off her. I threw them carelessly aside and climbed on the bed, grabbing her legs and dragging her body across the sheets closer to me. Silently, I placed my palms on her knees and forced her to spread her legs, my eyes falling straight to her pussy. She was visibly wet, the folds of her sex slick and glistening. My head spun, overloaded with sight and scent, I was not going to be a gentleman in any sense of the word. I slid my body in between her legs until the tip of my cock met a wet resistance. I pushed, hard, deep, thrusting as deep in to her as possible. She moaned, spread her legs further and bent her knees so that her legs were off the bed. I held myself up by the elbows, my chest pressed firmly against her breasts, and slammed in to and out of her over and over again. The entire bed lunged with me, her moans rhythmic and loud, sometimes through bared teeth and wrinkled nose. There were no words between us, just save grunts as I fucked her. As she became louder, and louder I pressed in to her harder until she squeezed her eyes shut and threw her arms around head pulling me closer where she bit me, stifling a scream in to the side of my neck. I felt a gush of heat, wet and messy coat my cock as she came. I continued my rhythm feeling my orgasm welling up, then raised my torso up so that my hands were flat on the bed my body angular to hers. I started to groan, she was staring at me in the same way I stared at her earlier. She said three words, "Come in me." and then with each hand found two now obvious and deep bruises on my torso, and pressed in to them with incredible pressure. The pain shot through my body like fire, sending signals to my brain that I was being assaulted. My eyes squeezed shut and I grimaced at the fire, then pressed in to her pussy with every muscle in my body as taught as a bow string. I felt several hard pops as I filled her, instinctively holding my body against hers. My arms were suddenly jelly, shaking and unstable. Collapsing on top of her, we lay there covered in each others sweat, filled with each others fluids, panting and gasping for air. We lie side by side for a long while before she turned, propping herself up on her elbow acting every bit a normal girlfriend now instead of a UFC fighter. She ran her fingertips delicately now, up and down my body. Even that light and dainty touch was enough to make me wince. "Does it hurt?" she asked. "Yes." I answered. "Good. I want you to feel me for days." she said, pressing in to a bruise a little harder now. I looked at my body for a second time. Now you could see the damage that she'd done. Small fist sized bruises littered my torso, several of them having long since merged. I collected her in my arms and held her tightly, the act of tenderness applying enough pressure to me to be uncomfortable. All was right in my world. Hurt Me Till I Feel You I woke with the sound of a crack then the stinging pain as something hit my back. Then again as it snapped on my legs. Only then did I realize it was him and his belt. I headed for under the sheet and in the fetal position as I always do when he wakes me like this. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on better things, my Master and all the good times we had and will have. With every thud I'd let out a groan as it stung on my back and legs. He was tugging at the sheet trying to rip it off me, I tried to hold on to it but the harder my grip the harder he swung the belt. My only hope to get this to end fast was to ease up and let him have the sheet and take what I had coming and get it over. I stayed in the fetal position as he ripped off the sheet and at the same time I reached for my nightgown praying it stayed down. There would be hell to pay if he'd seen the crotch rope my Master wanted me to wear. Or my shaven mound, I didn't want to give him any more reasons to punish me. As I reached for the bottom of my gown to pull it down I screamed as I felt the sting of the belt hit my hand and leg. I screamed and begged him to stop, I should of known better it was what he liked for me to resist, beg him to stop. I kept thinking I can get through this it'll be over soon hang on. But every time the he swung the belt I screamed in pain, and prayed to god to let it be over to even end it all if it must be. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me off the bed kicking me once I was on the floor and yelling something, I couldn't understand him for some reason the pain was there I couldn't get into the zone I put myself in sometimes. Unsure of how much more I could take I just stopped struggling I just laid there and let him do as he wanted and after 3 or 4 more hits and kicks he stopped. I just didn't care anymore I'd seen him swing the belt and his foot come on me but I didn't feel the pain. I just waited for it to be over and hear the door shut. When it was over I laid there. I slowly opened my eyes and only then did I dare move. I slowly got up and my legs felt like I'd run 5 miles my back stung like I had done a wrong dive in a pool and hit my back square on with a slap. I looked in the mirror and I was shocked. I didn't feel the hits to my face; my nose was bleeding and lip cut or the bruises on my face shoulders and legs. Throwing a towel over the mirror and thinking to myself that's where that will stay, I cleaned up and left my room and all its memories when I shut the door behind me. I was cold and uncaring I'd do things that made him angry just to feel more pain. He was silent; no remorse, no I'm sorry, no are you ok? My day went on with no feeling no caring. I was to meet my Master that night it was a night I was looking forward to. As the evening went on I found myself doing as I usually did; getting angry. Not caring what I say or do only one person understood that feeling and he'd know what to do. I left him a message on his computer it simply said, "I need to feel Sir!" When I arrived at his place he opened the door, not looking at him I heard him take a deep breath and say. "Get your ass in here slut." As I walked through the door he said, "Respect girl what do you say?" In a snippy tone I said, "Hellooo Sir!" In one motion he grabbed my chin in his hand and said, "I don't give a fuck if your hurt or not, YOU WILL GIVE ME RESPECT DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" I looked him in the eyes cold and said, "Yes Sir!" Only then did he know what I needed he shoved me to the wall pressed my body tight to it my cheek was hard against the wall and I closed my eyes and waited for what I needed. His hand reached in front of me and ripped away my blouse exposing my bruised shoulders. And then in a quick motion my bra was gone too. I could feel my nipples and tits hard against the cold wall as he struggled with my skirt not taking it off but pulling it up. He grabbed for my panties and ripped them off I felt the material rip into my legs as he pulled a few times before they came off, only then did he speak to me. "Tell me slut what do you want?" I tried to talk with me face hard against the wall his hands on my tits and roughly squeezing them. My nipples were hard and it hurt as he tugged and pulled it, but god it hurt so good. He yelled, "What do you want slut? Tell me!" I screamed, "Hurt me please Sir; hurt me so I can feel you, Sir." Only then did he kick my legs apart and shoved his fingers deep in my cunt. I moaned as he shoved them in hard in me, again and again. I screamed yes harder... I could feel his cock pressing against my ass. He yelled, "You want this, cunt?" I didn't answer cause I knew what he'd do. He grabbed my hair and yanked my head back. Looked me in the eyes and spun me around. Forced me to my knees and pressed his throbbing cock tight against my lips. I was still angry and needed pain I fought him yet and he knew it took a lot to break me down, yanking my head back he forced his cock in my mouth. I gagged as he shoved it deep, in and out yelling for me to suck him, but I still refused to give up my anger. With every thrust in my mouth he'd yell suck bitch. I couldn't take it no more I found myself fighting him, reaching for his hands and to pull them off me. He grabbed them and pulled me to the bed. Threw me on the bed and grabbed the rope from the drawer. Grabbing my hair he pulled me up to a sitting position and roughly tied my hands behind my back. Yelling, "There bitch, let's see you fight me now!" I looked in his eyes and I saw a glimmer of oh god please girl give up the anger. But I wasn't ready I just glared at him and I was on the floor again and his cock was deep in my throat. Gagging every time he shoved it in, his hands in my hair pulling me to him. And him yelling for me to suck his cock. I thought I'd choke so I started to suck him, only then did he ease up and slow down and not shove his cock in hard and deep. I looked up at him and he knew when he saw there were no tears in my eyes that I still had a need for pain. Telling me to stand he grabbed my hair again and helped me up. Shoved me on the bed and tied my legs open and to the bedpost. Only then did he shove a vib in me, I fought to feel I shook my head no and wiggled till it was out. I didn't want to cum, I wanted pain I wanted to feel him. He tied my legs so far apart it hurt. My legs already hurt and how he tied me made them hurt more. I moaned as he stood side the bed and said you want more pain slut feel this his hand came down and slapped my naked cunt I screamed as he did it three times. I finally had tears and was feeling the pain he was giving. He climbed on the bed, straddled my hips, grabbed my tits in his hands and squeezed them. I moaned as he leaned down and bit my nipples, I screamed for him to please fuck me and He yelled, "I can't hear you slut, what!" I yelled, "SIR PLEASE FUCK ME." With one move he was in me, my legs still tied and he was shoving his cock hard in me. Every slam in me with his cock drove my head into the headboard. I screamed yes that's it fuck me Sir harder faster don't stop. My tits bounced and I could feel them hit my chin as he drove his hard cock in me, I knew he hated doing this to me, and there were times I knew it. But I wanted him to hurt too. I think I needed, no wanted him to hurt as much as I did. Only when he seen tears and I was crying and saying I was gonna cum did he let me cum and slow down and he knew the anger was gone. Only then did he leave me tied and bathed me there on the bed kissing every inch of my swollen bruised body both from him and the man I had at home. Only then did he look into my swollen eyes from crying that I felt his tear on my face as he leaned in and kissed me, only then did I know I would be ok and we'd be all right.