Exploring the Sadistic

NOT FOR THE STUCK UP OR PRUDE – ADULT CONTENT AHEAD

I have known her for over six months. We have had a supportive and caring online relationship that has wound its way through the ups and downs of roleplaying in Second Life Gor. I had heard through one of the warriors that she was in ventrillo (we use to speak to one another during raids and some roleplay) that she was commenting on her need to be beaten… that sex is no good unless it leaves bruises. Yesterday something in me clicked… I don’t know what it was exactly but it was an overwhelming sense to dominate her. Make her know her place as a submissive and feel the power that I have in my mind, body and soul.

I had her take out her hard brush and then strip naked.  She likes pain and wanted to feel it so I obliged. My command for her to spank her ass with one stroke of the brush was met with giggles… nervous energy perhaps? Embarrassment? She had not seen this side of me and she was pulled from her safe, comfortable place?  I heard the thwack of the brush of her bare flesh through the headphones. I commanded another and heard a thwack… It wasn’t very long before there were no more giggles but air sucking in hard through pursed lips as the pain washed over her. The paddling continued on her thighs, the souls of her feet and finally her breasts. Her pale skin betrayed the red patches where the hard force of the brush crashed on her body. Every so often I would let her rest and play with herself. I could hear her response to the dance of her fingers and then I would have her stop so the brush could inflict more pain… pain and pleasure, is it not like peanut butter and chocolate? The odd mix that tastes oh so good?  Finally she said mercy…

I don’t think of it in the sense that I have won. I think of it that she had been taken to the edge of her limits. She said she felt owned… dominated and that she enjoyed it. But I was not done. Put the handle inside yourself… the object that brought you such pain shall now bring you such pleasure. Her body was wet with desire as she was taken to a new place… her mind was fuzzy, her thoughts disjointed where she could not speak to me as I wanted to know what was going through her mind. Her moans becoming more frequent… louder… her mind fuzzier.

STOP!

I commanded and she crashed down, her pleasure yanked from her by my simple word. 

She was commanded to sleep naked… no covering of the welts or sensitive skin. Hopefully she twisted and turned and sleep eluded her as she thought of the man who exacted his desires upon her.  Will she be back for more… has this whetted her appetite or pushed her to a precipice that she is not prepared to look into any longer? Time shall tell.