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There is a calm from knowing what is going to come. Knowing what is to be done to me next.  Sitting in front of you with my eyes closed while your hand draws my hair away from my face, from my mouth and into a tight hold at the back of my head.  I can’t help myself but smile to myself with anticipation.  I just wait for you to do what I know you will do.  Your cock jabs at my mouth, enters, reaches the back of my mouth, where one might usually stop or think is far enough.  It’s true, there is some resistance.  Some beautiful gripping tightness reminiscent of that first precious time you push your cock into my arse when we both, but differently, feel my body stretching around the determined forceful invasion.  It’s as though getting your cock to that place at the back of my mouth is just taking up position. Poised, kind of primed and ready for when you will twist my hair to take up the slack and pull my head towards you forcing your cock into my throat past where my body can constrict you back out.  Stimulating, playing with my gagging over those precious inches of tightness.  How tempting it must be to wrap your arms round the back of my head crush my face against you.  Force every inch of your cock into my throat push into me with no reserve no heed.  Draw back out of my throat only the sensation of the sliding tightness, even ring of frictionless pressure over the length of your cock.  I wonder that you don’t.  My eyes stream, my nose runs and your cock is covered in the thickest saliva from the recesses of my throat.  My body is in a choking panic, lubricating this solid invasion that I need to swallow in order to breathe.  It all mixes on my face. I love it.  I feel serene in my physiological panic.  It is incongruous.  I want more.  I love that stretch, want my face crushed up against you tears streaming down my face, not breathing just that rhythm of your hungry cock fucking my greedy throat.
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Nothing is pure like cutting.  My hand, my blade, every slash mine.  My satisfaction, sanity, safety, comfort.  No backlash no price to pay.  Every consequence is a delight, a proof.  The hurt and the scars they are all mine.  You hurting me sullies the purity.  I love the moments of pain, the prickling wheel feels enough like a dragged sharp; the force of heavy blows, the sting of that wretched cane that serves you.  But there is you.  The cane wielder.  By my consent, my invitation, I let you do the hurting of me.  I let you be my blade, let you leave the trails of damage, of proof… but what the fuck is the proof now? The pain eases the bruise stays. The proof is of your presence, your infliction, you did it, you were part of it.  Its not just me anymore.  The proof is that you were there, not how much I hurt

I am branded by you.  I carry you with me.  Who does that serve?

It serves you.  You get to defile me, to leave the marks of your enjoyment on me.  Each cut and bruise from whip or cane is the flag of the conqueror, the explorer.  You damage where I haven’t, in a way I couldn’t.  You don’t mark me as yours, you merely mark your use of me.  Sullied goods, bruised fruit, a second hand sex toy.  An arse already stretched by you whipped and caned by you.  You protect your privileged access by spoiling me ruining me for anyone else.  What joy is there in defiling a wretch already filthy and broken; stretched open by someone else.  So you get to keep the tightness of my arse save what you do to me, the marks on me are only made by you, and me before you.  It is only you that tears at my hair, fucks my throat, delights in forcing your cock into my arse and goads me into struggling and fighting for that tension, that resisting grip that you want from me.  Only you that wants to fuck me until my arse bleeds sweetly over you. Only you want the wretch face down, want to hurt from a distance, brandishing tools, wearing gloves, keeping yourself shielded except from that dark tight hole you want to burn and tear with your cock.  

Not so comfortable for you though, to only keep me through branding me; the bruises only last a week, less if its dark… how much more certain it would be to know that I only want you.

Before you go to her your mind is full of scenes of forcing her, hurting her, twisting, contorting, pushing her to take more of your violation, your infliction.  The noise and feel of her gagging when you force your cock into her throat, the muffled noises of shock and pain elicited from your violent penetration of her arse, the stillness she has when you discard her just to catch your breath, the lashings, the marks, and the stifled cries.  All working up to that final moment of coming over her pretty face holding her mouth open to gratefully receive your satisfaction.  And then it’s done, gone, over. As soon as you cum on her face the perspective shifts.  Quickly cover her face with the towel.  Roughly wipe away, hide from yourself, the evidence of your twisted gratification.  Break and obliterate the link from you to her, the thing that draws you, makes you return.  Don’t look at her for too long, the vision of what you’ve done disgusts you, leaves you disgusted with her.  Leave the filth and the shit and the slut in her soiled bed and go back to your fastidious cashmere life.  Don’t think about it until the urge returns.  It’s so much more comfortable that way.


It chills me and it scares me that you need to not see me not know there is a face to what you’re fucking. Not know that its my face, my arse, me.  And I love it. All I want to be is nothing.  Nothing other than limbs you want to tie, a whimper you want to elicit, an arse you want to beat and hurt and ravage.  Some purity gained for me, through your explicit deliberate use, my acquiescence to your abuse, your pleasure, your satisfaction, yours to do what you will with.  And I hide in it, I want to keep myself from you, safest while you don’t know me, don’t see me, just your plaything.  That is how it starts.  My stillness, my compliance.


I can see out from the blindfold, a tiny slice of what is in front and below me.  I stay very still not trying to see more, you would realise…  I hear the tape, wonder what is to come and take shallow, silent breaths in my anticipation.  The tape goes over the blindfold, tighter round my eyes, I can see nothing. I am still, so still, a quiet path to fear and panic builds the tension in my stomach.  You move so silently I get so few clues of what is to come.  I recognise the sound of the metal cuffs, some relief, the slightest shiver of desire that I hope is invisible to you.  The lightest touch as you trace lines down my arms from my shoulders to my wrists and in weightless co-operation I move my arms behind my back.  The metal cuffs hold my wrists.  I never know where you will touch me next, I’m always poised, primed, waiting; it always startles me, the lightest brush over my nipples, the stroke over my stomach, round my waist.  Then suddenly pushing your finger into my cunt, then two fingers, the force nearly makes me fall.  Twist your fingers into my hair pull me back onto you, forcing your fingers further inside me… then stop as abruptly as you started, pull away from me.  I try to quell the shaking in my arms and my trembling legs.  The clenching demand to cum, to release, to be satisfied feels like it is written all over me Written so you can read it and I am so fearful of what that will mean.  I close my eyes to hide, and hang my head, ashamed of my wantonness my appalling desire borne of your use of me for your pleasure.  I anticipate your disgust, turning away from this filthy wretch for whom your abject casual abuse is a carnal treat.  I am left slightly breathless, off balance, wondering how much I have betrayed myself.  How wet was my cunt how much did I grip and hold your fingers.  What did you notice?   No matter, I am still again now, composed. Listening…


The whip whistles in the air, I am still, I have to concentrate not to flinch but I can do it.  Another stroke cuts the air then a lash across my arse, makes me jump but not cry out at least. Just as I breathe and concentrate on the sting fading to a burning warmth, you lash me again same place, then another higher, lower and then another stroke in the air and this time I flinch and make a muted cry.  Then stillness, more waiting for me, and you stroke my hair away from my face, such beguiling tender gentleness.  Stroke me with the whip, trace the lines and shape of my body, catch yourself then lash me again and again and I cry out and still more lashes and then you force the end of the whip into my cunt dipping it into me. I silently hate you.  The purity I gained through your explicit deliberate use, your pleasure, your satisfaction is proved a fiction. You trace a wet line of the evidence across my lips push the whip into my mouth; make me eat my own wanton cunt. I want to suck on the whip, want you cruelly pushing it to the back of my throat and I am horrified at myself consumed and torn with self-disgust and desire and crippled and hiding, ashamed that you know, that you see, that you smear me with my lust.  If I could raise my eyes to your face I would see you enjoy my torment.  I am still.  I will not give in to my desire or yours so easily.  As I lay in shame you turn way from me.


I feel the end of your cock pushing hard against my arse, you lean onto me and I steady myself for the moment of searing entry, the whole length, the shaft of your cock inside my arse.  The first stroke hurts and burns and stretches me, you make the best of it.  On my knees, face into the bed holding my hips and slamming into me.  Maybe you will pull my hair, squeeze my throat but only if it adds to your penetration, your enjoyment.  You fuck my arse fast and hard and I just try to balance and not to cry out.  I feel your sweat on my back and your hands over my face round my neck pulling me back onto you pushing your cock inside me to tear me apart. You slow down, just rhythmic fucking then slower again.  I steady myself, wanting to push back on your cock, not wanting you to know.  You just fuck me with the tip of your cock, just playing with the tight ring of my arse and slap me again and again and again.  Discard me, push me away from you, get your breath back.


I feel you kneeling next to my face.  Still blindfolded, I can’t see you.  I wonder if you are looking at me, what I would see in your face if I could look.  The whip cracks across my arse.  It is so sudden so unexpected, I didn’t hear you pick it up, I cry out and jump. Twice more, both vicious painful strokes and I hear you wanking close to my face.  Despite myself I move my face slightly towards you, whip me again across the top of my legs and then you kiss the lash lines.  Hurt me, comfort me, confuse me.  As I listen to you wank I want to twist my legs together, begin the slow clenching of the muscles in my thighs and my cunt, maybe you won’t notice if I am quiet.  I slowly cross my legs and squeeze and am brutally rewarded with another lash and you stroke your cock over my face across my mouth.  I uncross my legs…’Good girl’ You reach down to my cunt, brief stroke then trace your fingers over my lips, push them into my mouth into my throat, wanking your cock into my face.  I cross my legs again … but fruitlessly as you force my knees open and bend your face into my cunt, sucking biting eating at me.  But as you pull away cross my legs after you, permission granted, kiss my mouth, push your tongue into my throat, breathe the taste of my cunt into me.  Let me suck you, let me have you in my throat.  Gagging on your cock in my throat, tasting my cunt, legs crossed tight, mounting rhythm and tension and you pull away from me.  Drag me over the bed, force your cock into my arse and fuck me.  Stop me breathing, hand over my face, fingers in my throat so I choke and fuck me wilfully and viciously.  In complete disregard for me fuck me and cum.


My legs and arms are tied. I am trying not to inhale my hair its so difficult, you’re pushing into me so hard it drives the breath out of me in gasps, my whole body is pushed forwards, I have to brace myself against the wood.  Its like an iron lung, as you lift from crushing me, impaling me the air is just sucked back in to my lungs, it is not wilful. I am not wilful, not then.  Driving into me again, with what, power? Venom? Anger? Lust? Your arm is locked around my head distorting my face, pushing me into the bed grabbing the available hair, to get better purchase.  Your elbow into the muscle of my shoulder like a ski pole to force yourself harder, further inside me, shoving into me, penetrating so deeply and slamming against me.  I make tiny involuntary noises, like the air escaping from a balloon, I try not to swallow my hair, I watch my arms where you lean on them.  The softness of the mattress and your weight and force as you grip and rest on them means they could snap, so I watch to see.  All the while this burning stretching, searing entry to my depth, again and again.  I am the recipient of the effort you make, like a puppet I move as you move me. You impale and propel my body, grab my hair, move my head.  I breathe to the rhythm of your invasion, your relentless fucking, except when you constrict my throat. ‘Do you like me fucking your arse?’  Bewildered… Defiant, if I do I won’t admit it, Make me say it, fuck me till I admit I love every searing, vicious stroke.  Or challenge you, yeah I love it, go on do it harder, tear at me wrap me round your cock like I am a rag doll, force me against the wall, hand over my mouth. Go on. It doesn’t hurt. It doesn’t hurt. Defiance keeps my mind and pride in tact. I can sacrifice my body but you will not break me.  Maybe you assume I hate the violation the humiliation, face down in the bed, breathing and moving under your rhythm, no agency, no control, of course I must hate it so what a crowning glory to make me betray myself.  I am so despicably weak so desperate to stop you I’ll say anything, do anything, to end this torment And you delight in that, you can make me beg for the torture you give me. You can watch me hate myself for my weakness, blame myself for begging you to hurt me.  Your power exceeds making my body bend to your will, it spills into my words, into my self.  Betraying myself fragments me.  The broken pieces are smaller, less resistant more compliant.  One day I won’t be able to tell my will from yours.  How will you defy me and break me then. I will be used up.  

How you must revile this baseless creature
Who despicably consents to give herself to you
to abuse and violate,
smear with shit  to denigrate
fuck her arse and throat
as you dissolve her will
bury her face
feel the chill
prickle of a familiar place

Mix with your admiration, grateful thanks
She swallows and accepts
your tortured secret
sickened depths
and isn’t poisoned
by the pain
finds comfort and integrity
not shame

Bound in mutual twisted need
Cosy aftermath
Of filthy feed
And satisfying play
Where the stories end a different way




.I wanted you to watch yourself cum in my mouth, see your cock so deep in my throat watch my mouth fill with cum watch me swallow and some spill out over my face.  Keep that image of your hand in my hair, my mouth over you warm and wanting you, eating and sucking your cock swallowing your cum, my eyes closed.  Keep it for the cold days

It was so fucking windy, the sea whipped up to foam, right to the horizon. My face stinging from the lash of thousand tiny whips of rain. Just there with my eyes closed imagine all over me … I am whipped and pushed and cold from the wind and rain and feel your mouth against me biting me tasting the rain from my skin the warmth and dull pain from your bite contrast with the chilled sting of the rain.  Holding my face steady as the wind pushes, forceful, indecisive.  Cold wet skin all over but your mouth over my cunt your tongue inside me warmer than I am. Lick at me, taste me and want more. Be greedy don’t stop. Let me feel your cock inside me so I can feel the stretch the warmth the depth of you inside me let me push back slide over your cock, teasing myself, just fucking and squeezing the head of your cock before sliding down over your shaft deep into my soft wet cunt.  Let me just fuck you just slide and tease myself. Cross my legs tighten my cunt, feel the resistance and the warmth and beautiful stretch as your cock pushes into me Let me cum quiet shuddering, squeezing, my cunt sucking and pulling the length of your cock. Then as I relax am limp and sleepy and light.  Pull me over your cock. Push your hand against my stomach feeling your cock enter me feel the rub and the pressure against the head of your cock inside me.  Turn me over flat of your hand in the middle of my back and fuck me from behind.  Pull me up on my knees hands on my hips and ram your cock into me hold me still make me take it.  Be relentless.

Make no effort don’t be nice don’t be considerate or gentle  I want you to be real with me.  Touch me how you mean to touch me how you feel right then as it is.  Raw Passionate With that violence that’s yours bite me pull my hair and push into me Force me Hurt me Have your hands around my throat and your cock inside me.  Make me fight you let me get hurt. Leave with strands of my hair in your fingers the taste of me on your face have my blood on you. Keep me with you.  Leave me with teeth marks bruises broken skin, aching, satisfied, a warm echo where your hand touched my face.

Wake up one day, the sun feebly warm on my back and you are sleeping with me on top of you. I lay on the length of your body my head on your chest.  Peaceful moment of solitude feeling you sleeping and warm underneath me, still and breathing.  Just want to take your cock in my mouth not wake you, just so you are drowsy mostly asleep, just have the comfort and warmth of your cock in my mouth rhythmic gentle slow sucking. Have you curl around to reach me your arm down the length of my back, your other hand tucked between my legs. More warmth more comfort and just dozing.  Sleepy sucking, rubbing my face against your cock, licking and gently sucking your balls, just soft so is a cosy and sleepy pleasure.  In a while I will stroke my hair up your body blow warm then cold after I leave traces with my tongue. Will run my teeth over you, maybe gently bite and tug at your chest.  Kiss patterns on your face, lick your eyelashes breathe warmth over you, lick across your lips and kiss your mouth.  Reach down and hold the length of your cock up against the open warmth and wetness of my cunt.  Trace the slippery juice over the head of your cock and my lips and kiss you …..     Later when I’m awake
And I think of you, such bright and alive eyes that encounter and engage me, the beautiful dexterity of your mouth captivates me; I shudder to dare think of your tongue and lips on me your acute attention turned to pleasing me; your so small hands, the gestures you made talking about running your fingers over your clit through fabric, the clarity of light touch over such thin close sheer fabric, the vibrations carrying down a seam of denim scraped by nails.  I want to seal my mouth over your jeans blow through the dense fabric let you feel the spreading warmth over your pussy, light touches through your jeans, scrape my nails along the seam feel you hold your breath in anticipation and then seal my mouth over your beautiful cunt, breath hot and heavy, my teeth against your jeans, against your wet and opening lips, against your awakening needy clit.  

I see you with him.  He is so tall and so strong.  He sees you so well I think, and he notices me as you do. He pinches your nipple and you both catch my eye.  It is an erotic moment, each of you two including me.  The way you wear that skirt, it is so tight across you yet fluid as you move, so like a second skin.  It keeps your legs together warm soft and maybe damp.  He said you had taken your knickers off.  Did he tell me that, was he telling me? It has a zip.  I just don’t know if I could dare… I want my head at the hem of your skirt, want to feel the warm air, the slight suggestion of smell, wouldn’t be content there I would want to be bolder, push my head between your legs force the zip on your skirt to open,  just push harder to feel your warm skin against my cheek. I know I would have to kiss have to lick that skin, I know if I could taste you there I couldn’t, so couldn’t stop.  But no clumsy satisfaction, I so know the delight, the torture of slowly, measuring self control.  Slowly licking and pushing my fingers, my hands between your thighs, just slippery enough from your pussy to slide.  Undoing the zip, blowing cold air, licking you leaving wet traces from my tongue…  Where would he be, he could be near me, quietly telling me when to lick you when to stroke you, where and how hard. He says to me, ‘Push two fingers into her, flick them, do it hard, make her groan.’  I do I delve into this tight wet warmth I want it.  I want to possess her.  I flick and push my fingers she feels my knuckles against her arse, pushing.  He moves to her ‘what do you want baby’ ‘tell us tell us what you want?’ She growls at him slightly and he smiles. Says to me, ‘Suck your fingers, then run your tongue over her pussy up and over her arsehole.  Do it once.’ Thrill of instruction for me, she sucks in a breath of anticipation .  I suck her juice from my fingers, another firework of passion lights in me I am so greedy for her.  She is on all fours in front of me I lay my hands on her, separate her, open her glistening wet lips.  I want to taste so much of her, give her every bit of my tongue that I can. She trembles so slightly as she feels my breath but she is still, controlled.  In one agonisingly slow smooth stroke of my tongue I lick her, just pushing my tongue in enough to lightly trail over her clit.  As I near her arsehole she groans and pushes back hard onto my tongue and face.  There is tape around her wrists, around the bed, it limits her pushing back onto me.  She is quivering and tense, I can see the muscles in her legs straining against the bind.  She makes tiny noises of frustration and understated frenzy.  I take in this beautiful moment of her wanting my tongue, her straining back for me to taste her, to satisfy her.  Overwhelmed  by my own desire I open her again to suck and bite and taste her, push my tongue into every willing, greedy part of her…Hand around my throat, ‘Once, I said.’ I feel cold heavy metal, a chain, across the back of my neck, it snakes around my throat, I am a dog on a chain.  Startled and aroused I wait, he takes the free end of the chain, rubs it swiftly over my face, not gently, it bruises and grazes my lips.  He holds it up in front of me and the slowly moves it towards her.  He lays the length of the chain from her cunt to her arse, the cold makes her gasp with shock.  I lunge forward biting and pulling at the chain, to try and freely get at her.  I curl my tongue under the links lapping at her, growling in my frustration wanting to tear it away.  She is pushing back for me for my tongue and he takes her force with the length of the chain


Torture Garden

Like a bride, fresh open face, hair tied high and back, wide open blue eyes, red lips. Beautiful clear exposed skin over prominent shaped collar bones and a white silk bodice embroidered with tiny pearls covering small perfect breasts and a waist to fit your hands around.  It is shaped to fit, cut high over her hips and pointing down front and back into full length white skirt, raw silk. A piicture of virgin purity, freshness, hope, a future.  

Then I will put on the long gloves, stretching from fingertip to elbow, slashed silk hanging open showing slashed skin. Slash violently, over and over at long elegant skirt, ragged trails of fabric parting to expose black, high heeled boots.  Slashed purity slashed innocence, devastated virgin hope shows thigh length boots and the glisten of damp inside thigh.  Fit the leather collar around my neck, stops me biting, metal chains hang from it, metaphor for my shackled existence.  Chains loop around my neck, attached to each of my wrists.  One hangs from my neck, loops my waist, hangs down between my legs.  Cold metal chain between hot wet thighs. When I move the chain swings and slaps heavily against my cunt.  Two more chains twist from my neck to the base of my spine, slack to here, attaching to the silk point of the bodice then the chains separate each one riding over my arse then attaching to the back of my high boots.  When I bend forwards the chains tighten and force my arse open.  Picture of damage, defiance, survival.  Surviving carnage of your hypocrisy.  

What will you see? Torn wedding dress? Bleeding arms?  Open face, strong shoulders? Broken victim or defiant survivor.  Be tender with the virgin, comfort that pain, grieve for that loss.  Be brutal with the angry whore match her strength, suffer her violence, hurt her, go into her madness, draw a map for yourself.  Hold me wherever and whoever I am.  

It is dark. There are sources of light but they are insufficient to break the heavy darkness and instead just diffuse into the dry ice, colouring it so you can see it move.  There are people all around me but mostly my eyes are closed and I am distanced from them.  I will not be approached.  As I move I feel feather light touches as torn strips of fabric stroke the tops of my legs.  I feel the tension of the chains stretching from the base of my back to the tops of my boots feel the hard metal dig in to the soft flesh of my arse pulling it open as I move my hips.  The heavy chain hanging from the front of my waist drags across my pubic bone and the end of the chain swings and rubs against the inside of my thighs and unpredictably flicks against my cunt.  My hands are at the back of my neck tangled in my hair, my arms pressed together either side of my head vice-like, stopping stuff getting in and stuff getting out.  As I dance I am lost in movement, sensation.  Occasionally I press the length of the chain up against my cunt.  Cold unforgiving metal, feels harsh brutal.  I like it.  Put my hand round the front of my neck, dragging my fingers over my mouth smelling my cunt, leaving traces to taste on my lips.  No one would realise what I am doing.  I smile to myself, eyes still closed.   Hair twisted round my fingers, tugging at it, biting at my arms, squeezing my neck, gentle stroking touches on my inside thighs, bend my knees so the chains dig in to me, open my cunt and my arse wide and then press the cold heavy chain against my clit, against my cunt, cold against my arse.  Have the idea of rubbing it against me, sawing at myself with a chain.  Hurting myself.

Have this feeling I am being seen. Can only see a patch of stillness and darkness where everywhere else bodies are moving and metal catches the light.  I slightly, so slightly turn myself toward the patch of darkness to be seen better.  I like to be watched.  Am curious about this silent watchful space.  Still remote, eyes closed, lost, dancing and now enjoying playing, showing, teasing this silent space, watching me, who sees but isn’t seen.  Move just slightly closer and turn away, back towards the watchful space, still moving, still dancing but more aware of this other.  

Feel something brush against the hair at the back of my neck and then feel the pressure and weight of a hand on my neck.  Thumb pointing upwards into my hairline, fingers reaching all around across the front of my throat.  As I move the pressure remains even, steady as though learning the pattern of my movement.  When I lean forwards pushing my hips back this hand forces me down a little further so the chains tighten over my arse a little more.  I imagine what my arse and cunt look like pulled apart with the chains pressing into my flesh.  I wonder if he realises that is what he is doing.  A little more roughly he exaggerates my movements and the loose chain at the front whips up against my cunt making me gasp.  He pulls me back towards him not touching but closer.  I can see nothing of him only feel the pressure and force and size of his hand, feel that he knows how to move me.  I feel a cold fine point against my skin at the top of my boots, pressure on my neck forces me down against it and the cold point moves up the inside of my leg.  It excites me and I want it nearer my cunt and lean into it but his hand on my neck holds me, stopping me.  Feels like the point of a knife blade, it moves up over my arse, catches, scrapes against the chain.  He squeezes my throat.  I am standing still with my legs apart, feel cold air on the wet skin of my thighs and just wanting it again, waiting for it again.  I want that blade against me, want him to hold me too still to breathe and run that blade up my leg, leave the faintest line of torn skin, want to feel harsh cold metal trace over my cunt.  Want to lean and push and be held, be teased.  Be held safe, so I can’t cut myself and beautifully tortured by so nearly being cut, being hurt, being damaged.    

He makes me bend over forward, legs straight and apart, his hand holding the back of my neck.  I feel the cold point of the blade again on the back of my leg following the line of the chain up to the base of my spine and down the other side.  Next time, just brushing against the damp hair of my cunt in a long upward stroke on one side then the other.  As reflex I push back towards him as he runs finger guarded blade over my clit my cunt and my arsehole and pulls me back up straight by my throat sudden and sharp.  Runs finger and blade swiftly over my cheek, over my lips.  I can smell my cunt on your finger and your knife, feel and taste the slippery wetness left on my lips.  Run the blade across my neck, not slicing but how easy it would be.  Trace a line from my ear to my collar bone, run the blade across my face over my chin down my neck to my breast draw blood here if anywhere. My blood is nothing to me and precious to you, watch it touch it taste it.  Run the blade over my face again and again let me turn my face to it like I am being warmed by the sun. I lean into it, like I want it to feed me, comfort me, I suck at the blade  Guard me from it. Let me suck, and reach, and try, and fight, but don’t let me cut myself. Stop me, keep me safe, but let me try.

Pull me back against you let me feel your cock against my back, don’t let me have it but show me. Bite my neck, bite me harder than you think I can stand.  Knot your fingers into my hair and wrench it back and keep a grip on my throat.  Pick me up, bite at my legs, bite at my arse run your tongue over me.   Lick at my cunt bite me tug at my skin opening me, smelling me.  Push me against the wall, face first, your hand over my nose and mouth.  Kick my legs apart, flick the inside of my thighs with the edge of the blade, push your fingers into my cunt.  Be rough, be sudden, feed me with it.  None for you.  I am pushing back against you, want more, and harder, want your cock in me, the knife in me, your fingers in me.  Want filling, overcoming, want to be lost, not be me just be yours.  Yours to push into, to satisfy yourself, to take and so precious, to keep safe.  
Push a link of the chain into my cunt.  Ask me if I want more.  I won’t speak. Tell me you will push the chain into me, make it part of me. Push another link into me. Make me suck your fingers between every link.  Push your fingers into my throat, bite me when I bite them, let me swallow against them, don’t let me cross my legs.  So many links inside me the chain is tight over my pubic bone my cunt squeezing and sucking, pulling the chain into me.  Push your finger into my arse, feel the chain inside me. I push back on you and you push me harder against the wall, bite me hard to stop me cumming.  Still with your finger in my arse you pull the chain slowly out of my cunt link by link while I try to keep it.  Am so lost, so want to cum. Take the chain out of me take your hands off me stand close enough that I can feel your breath on my shoulder.  I am still against the wall legs apart, wet, open, begging cunt, all of me trembling slightly.  You move slightly backwards, I wait, listen, turn slightly as if to look at you, you push me back to the wall run your fingers over my cunt ‘if you want more’ you say.  I  close my eyes and wait for the promise, but nothing.  I go to turn again and you push me back harder, rougher, push your fingers once, harsh into my cunt.  I wait again.  Nothing.  You move back.  I imagine you wanking, imagine what your cock looks like, how it would feel in my mouth, in my throat. Imagine you cumming over my back.  Rebellious I turn again struggle against you pushing me back You grab my neck push me so I am bent over and push your cock into me so hard and so much and just once.  Teach me to co-operate will you? Never. I want you inside me, want you pushing into me, pulling me onto your cock with everything. I fight you. Push back on you, try to turn, won’t let you just cum on my back.  I want you inside me in my mouth, my arse, my cunt, all over me around me.  You push me back up against the wall this time you cover my eyes.  Blindfolded you let me turn round.  Facing me you run the knife over me again.  Across and down my neck over my breasts, over my stomach, and then I feel the flick of your tongue against my clit, sliding into my cunt and then your whole mouth over my cunt.  Wide open mouth biting down on me, eating and sucking at me. You stand up take me by the throat pull me towards you, lick across my mouth pushing your tongue into me not kissing me.  Cover my whole mouth with yours and bite down over me, just what you did to my cunt.  Breathe into me fill me with the smell of my body let me breathe back and you breathe it again and me, until I am lightheaded, falling.  On my knees and you stand against me to stop me falling further.  I can feel your cock against my face and go to suck you.  You stop me, turn my face away and tie a gag round my mouth.  Rub your cock over my face.  I feel it hard against my eyes and cheeks and over my lips.  Reach between my legs push your fingers into me, each hand. Wipe it, smear it over my face so your cock slides smoothly over me.  Wank up against my face Hold my head to do it harder and harder then take off the gag and let me suck you, let me swallow your cock, make me gag.  Make me gag and suck and swallow your cock. Push yourself into my throat.  Fuck my mouth.  Hold my head. Don’t let me cum.  Take me by the throat again, stand me up and turn me around. Push the chain slowly into my arse with your finger. Your finger and the chain inside my arse tight and gripped strong and soft.  Push your cock into my cunt slowly and push down against it with your finger to feel inside me each link of the chain rubbing over the end of your cock.  I am full of you and the chain. My cunt and my arse so stretched and tight and sucking and holding and pulling you inside me.  Slowly fuck me. Feel the definition of every link of the chain in my arse rubbing over the end of your cock.  So slowly, so deliberately, fuck my cunt.  I am so near sobbing I want to cum so much, so want you to fuck me hard and fast and you so slowly get faster.  Take your finger out of my arse leaving the chain inside me.  Fuck me faster pull me back onto your cock.  Hold me by my throat and my hair.  Fuck me so hard you lift me off the ground, one arm around my body the other over my face stopping me breathe.  Push your fingers into my throat and fuck me so hard so fast you will cum inside me.  Just as you cum, pull the chain out of me feel the links drag over your hard cock as you cum inside me, as I suck and hold your cock and the chain with my my cunt and my arse.  Push your cock dripping with cum into my mouth and you will make me cum in seconds after so long making me wait.  Both hands, push your fingers inside my cunt and my arse push hard so your cock is in my throat your fingers inside me as far as they go.  Let me cum. Let me cum swallowing your cock with your fingers flicking inside my cunt.  You feel the whole of my body tense up feel your cock deep into my throat sucking and swallowing, just as I cum pull the chain out of my arse so slowly I feel each link. Let me smell and taste my cunt from your fingers as I cum so hard so strong so exhausted so satisfied.




Surrender

A very tender violence
Cruelly push me close to breaking
Hold me where, and so it hurts
On the brink
In your hands
I see in your eyes
Fire and power
Intoxicating control
The rapture of sadism
I close my eyes
Restoration
Measure my breath out
Hold my stillness
Imperceptible control
Stretching my tolerance

Eyes closed
Immobilised
Quiescent
Not broken

Burning scalp
Cumulative tension
Of my hair tangled in your fingers
Eases the burden of my heavy head

Pressure of your hand across
My throat
Gladly I hand over the duty
To breathe

Bound
Can’t move to struggle
To fight any more
Relief in surrender

Blade against me
Steadies me
Relax it into me
Tangible damage is comfort  

Pull my hair to take the weight in my head
My breathing ruled by reflex and you
Tie me secure so I don’t have to keep fighting
Hold my knife to measure, limit my damage

Show me you could tear out my hair
Choke me imprison me lacerate me
Show me you could break me and make me beg
Show me you could Show me you won’t

Paradox of submission
In your complete control
To violate to dominate or not
When you choose not
Nowhere is safer
Looking for you

Who will he be
For me to submit to him
To challenge me
To extend me
Be enough for me
As I sear and scorch his skin
Doesn’t let go
As I push and scream and burn
Stays still
When I lose myself
Doesn’t lose sight of me
In my shameful blissful torture
Feels the sense through the sickness
Is an anchor in my psychosis
Who, in his rapture of sadism
Breaks my fall

FUCK HER GENTLY

This beautiful small girl
So pure she could be filled with light
Radiant innocent angelic white

Is being fucked by Satan

And two cherubs
Guardians of angels
Begging Satan to please
Fuck her gently
Satan was fucking her
In her
Through her
Fucking her
Fucking her with everything
Everything he was
And the cherubs
Sweet pleas
Fuck her gently
Insistent sweet chorus
Fuck her gently
Builds sweeter crescendo
Fuck her gently
Seducing rhythm
FUCK her gently
Insistent rhythm
FUCK her gently
Pounding rhythm
FUCK her gently
Begging Satan
FUCK her gently
Faster Satan
FUCK her gently
Harder Satan
FUCK her gently
Now Satan CUM
FUCK her relentlessly
The cherubs begged and cried
And sighed
Satisfied
And Satan smiled
At the Cherubs he’d beguiled
Their pious purity exiled
Reign potent pleasure Running wild