Sunday, July 24, 2011

There will be blood...

They had been exchanging e-mails and chatting online for months and had learned a lot about each other. They had shared a lot about their individual kinks. Most of them were fairly common in the BDSM world. One night though, she shared that she had some dark fantasies that even frightened her. She wanted blood play.
He could feel the fear across the miles, but also the excitement. He had a very dark entity inside him as well. He wanted to find a slave that needed the kind of pain her wanted to give. Something that no ordinary sub would desire, or be able to handle. His heart began to pound when he read the words on his monitor. Could she be the one he had been hoping for, but never expected to find?
They discussed meeting and agreed to do so as soon as feasible. He repeatedly asked her if she was sure she wanted to play this dangerous game. To walk on the edge of the razor and risk being cut deeply by it. She was scared, but her desire to experience such intensity, and her trust in him, lead her to agree to take the leap.
A few months later they met in a secluded cabin where they would not be disturbed, and where her screams would not bring unwanted attention. Though she trusted him, she knew she would scream. She would not be able to experience what she wanted without having to release the pain somehow. He promised he would take care of her, but that he was also going to hurt her, a lot.
She arrived and saw that his bike was already there. Candles flickered in the window and she could tell the inside was lit solely by candle light. She walked up to the door, shaking with fear and excitement. Did she really want to do this? She was frightened, but she realized she really did want and need this. She took a deep breath, and noticing the door was slightly ajar, pushed it open and took her first step into darkness. The darkness of his pain.
As soon as she stepped into the room, she was grabbed from behind and she heard the door slam. One hand grabbed her tightly by the throat and the other covered her mouth to stifle her cry of fear.
"Last chance to change your mind.", a deep voice growled in her ear." Are you sure you really want this?"
She could only nod her head in affirmation.
"OK then, but remember your safeword, because you will use it tonight. I want to see what my pain slut can really take. You will be pushed like you never imagined you would be.",  he whispered so close to her ear that she felt the heat of his breath. It sent shivers down her spine. It was either the heat or the menace and promise of pain in his voice that made her shake.
She saw a glint in front of her, and realized it was the candle light reflecting of the edge of a large, razor sharp looking knife. It was slowly played in front of her eyes. He wanted to make sure she saw the threat it carried in it's edge, what it could do in his skilled hands.
The blade went down and she could feel his hand lifting up the bottom of her shirt. He took the blade and began slitting open the blouse. The material parting as if it were tissue paper. The blade made quick work of the thin material and he ripped it from her shoulders and discarded it on the floor. She stood there with his hand still on her throat, holding her tightly. Not quite cutting of her air, but just on the verge of doing so.
Her chest heaved with the surge of adrenaline pouring into her system. Her large breasts straining at the sexy bra she wore. It barely contained her heaving breasts. She had bought it special for him. He began to trace the tip of the knife across her tits. Dragging the sharp point across the cups of the bra. He slowly drew thin red lines across her cleavage with the back edge of the knife. It felt to her that she was being cut, but it was the back of the blade.
He turned the blade and deftly sliced the bra between the cups, causing her ample tits to spill from it. The pretty bra she had picked for him was destroyed, and she didn't care. She knew it pleased him to hurt her like this. To destroy a part of her. She suddenly realized that her cunt was throbbing and that despite the little g-string she was wearing for him, her juices were already running down her legs. The short skirt was riding up her thighs and she knew that he could already smell her musky sex. For just a second she was embarrased about her state, then she realized that she was there for his pleasure alone. She was just there for him to take whatever pleasure he wanted from her. At that thought, she was his slave. Forever his to use, and he could feel her whole body relax into his as all fear left her.
"You are mine now, aren't you whore?"
She nodded her head.
"You don't fear me anymore do you?"
She shook her head no.
"You will."
She was instantly frozen at his words.
He put the knife in it's sheath and pulling cuffs from his belt, clicked them tight on her wrists. He spun her around and quickly ripped the remaining clothes from her body. She now stood there naked with her arms handcuffed behind her back.He grabbed her by the hair, wrapping her fiery red locks around his fist and pulled her up on her toes so she was face to face with him. He kissed her roughly, mashing her soft lips against his rough ones. His moustache brushed across her upper lip and the stubble on him chin scraped at hers.
He jammed his tongue between her lips, raping her mouth with it. She could taste just a hint of whiskey on his tongue. He bit at her bruised lips and pulling her head back away from his, gave her a sharp slap across the cheek. It wasn't hard, but she wasn't expecting it and was momentarily shocked.
He began dragging hwer across the room, forcing her to walk on her tiptoes, until they got to the other side of the room where she saw a St Andrews cross on the wall. Her arms were release from the cuffs and she was pushed back against the cross and her wrists were attached to the shackles mounted there. Her ankles were also shackled in the same way and she found herself spread wide for whatever amusements he desired.
He began by roughly grabbing each breast in his strong hands. He squeezed them hard and roughly twisted the hard nipples. Although it hurt, her nipples just got harder the rougher she was handled. He pinched and twisted at her tit flesh, slapping the nipples and pinching until bruises began to form on the tender white flesh. When she thought she could take no more, he produced a set of clover clamps from his pocket and quickly clamped each nipple, letting the chain dangle between them. Reaching into another pocket he pulled out some lead weights and began to hang them from the chain.
Her nipples were on fire as the pressure increased on them. The clamps biting viciously into the tortured tissue. As he finished hanging the weights, he saw tears begin to trickle down her cheeks. Making lines of mascara trace itself down her face.
"Yes, cry for me my little whore. Your tears excite me and feed my hunger. These are just the first of many tears you will shed tonight.", He said with a wicked smile on his face.
He once again pulled his knife from his belt and began to trace it around her body. Running it over her full tits and down between her legs. Scribing thin lines down her thighs, leaving her striped like she had never imagined herself to be.
Taking the tip of the knife he began to slowly scratch into her flesh right above her pussy, "His cunt". She could feel the pain as a sharp burning sensation. Not really painful, as it he were dragging the edge of his fingernail over her flesh. He held a mirror so she could see what he had done. A few small trickles of blood ran down from the letters. She thought she would be shocked, but instead found herself feeling full of pride that he chose her to wear his mark in this way.
Before she could think anything else, she felt his fingers jammed into her cunt as he began fucking her with his hand. She was soaked and his hand met no resistance as he put first two, then three, and then four fingers inside her.
"You are such a little whore. I cut you with my mark of ownership, and you get wetter than before. What a dirty little pain slut. Don't you dare cum until I tell you to.", he ordered. His fingers pounded into her soft cunt flesh, violating her, taking from her everything he desired. She could feel her orgasm building, and he sensed it warning her not to cum. He was rubbing her G-spot with his fingers on each stroke and she didn't think she could hold back much longer. Unable to hold back, she screamed as the orgasm was ripped from her body. She squirted all over his hand and the floor, her juices leaving a big splash mark on the tile floor.
"My what a bad slave you are. Master didn't tell you that you could cum, did he?", he asked her. She could only shake her head no as her dropped her head in shame at failing her Master."You will have to be punished for that."
Walking to the table we picked up the thin cane. This one would bite painfully into her flesh. She would remember this one for a long time. He came walking back and she could hear the cane cutting through the air as he swung ti back and forth in front of her.
The first slash was across her thighs, and it felt like liquid fire. The knife didn't hurt half as bad when he had carved her flesh. A scream was ripped from her throat as she squirmed in her shackles. Another slash went across her stomach making her cry out again. Looking down she could see that the welts were already beginning to trickle a little blood. With each slash she cried out in pain, tears streaming from her eyes. She was in agony, but her cunt was clenching and spasming at each strike.
To her horror she could feel another orgasm building in her cunt. She knew that if she came without permission again she would be really punished, but she was to embarrassed to admit that she was on the verge of cumming from being caned so hard. She thought she could just hold it off.
He could see the look of intense concentration on her face and suspected what he hoped was to come. He quickly began to cane her up and down her thighs and across her tortured tits. Marking her tender belly with a lattice work of thin lines. Her began to really concentrate on the tender undersides of her tits and that was it. She couldn't hold back any longer, and with a scream she came. A flood of juices burst from her swollen cunt and drenched the floor and his shoes. Her kept caning her until she sagged in her shackles, exhausted from cumming so hard.
He returned to cane to the table with the other implements and grabbed a glass of water and put it to her lips.
"Drink my slut. You don't want to get dehydrated now.", he told her with a smile."You've lost a lot of fluids you dirty girl."
He gave her a few minutes for her breathing to return to normal before he asked her if she could continue. She nodded her head as she became non-verbal when she went deep into subspace. She was now very far out with that far away look in her eyes, but he looked deep into them and could see that she was still ok. He was going to have to watch her closely. She had probably never been this deep.
"Unfortunately I will have to punish you for cumming without permission, again. Do you nderstand what I am saying to you?", He asked. He wanted to verify that she was still aware of what was happening.
"Yes Master, I understand that you must now hurt me for being a bad slave.", she replied in a whisper.
"Good girl.", he said as he released her shackles and turned her to face the cross. He had a heavy flogger tha he had used many times,  and a dragons tongue that he was saving for such a special occasion. Once she was again restrained, he picked up the flogger and began to work it up and down her back, ass, and thighs. Her skin was soon a bright red and he could feel the heat radiating from her flesh.
He returned to the table and picked up the dragons tongue.
"This is going to hurt my slave. You will scream and you will cry, but you will take it like a good slave.", we instructed her.
Fear sent a icy finger up her spine, but she nodded her head and braced herself for what was to come.
The first lash went across her tender ass and she thought she had been cut open. The pain was sharp and biting. There was an immediate line of blood across her cheek. The next slash hit the other cheek making the same mark. He concentrated strictly on her ass for this punishment. Her ass was latticed with lines of blood from the cuts of his terrible displeasure. Her lack of control was an affront to his power over her. She must learn to never disobey an order from him, and the lesson must be given in pain.
The pain was intense, but a heat began to build inside her. She was taking what he needed her to take. She could do this for him. Anything he desired she would give him, and this is something her desired from her. She began to arch her ass back to meet each lash. Welcoming the pain instead of flinching away from it.
He could see the change in her body as she began to take the pain and transform it into something else. Take his pain and make it pleasure. He smiled as he tore into her flesh with the whip. Her breathing began to quicken and her hips began to buck as if she were humping the air.
"You will cum for me, my slave. You will cum on the end of my whip. I will count down the next ten lashes and when I reach one you will cum for me. Do you understand?", he asked.
"Yes Master.", she answered, her voice now stronger, but thick with lust.
He counted from ten down, each lash harder than the previous one. With each slash across her bloody ass, her breathing got deeper and more ragged as she began to whimper and moan.
As he reached one, her whole body tensed and began to shake as her orgasm exploded. Her head leaned back and her mouth opened in a soundless scream as she came. Her thighs were like steel cords as juices cascaded from her cunt, pouring down her thighs, adding to the puddles already there from her previous orgasms.
When she finally stopped cumming, he released her from the shackles and helped her to the floor on her hands and knees. "Lick up the mess you made slave. I just cleaned this floor and now you've made a mess."
She leaned down and began to lap up her juices from the tiles. No thought of refusing her Master's orders. She was proud to clean up the mess she had made to make her Master happy. She loved the taste of her own cunt, so it was a pleasure to lick it up. The thought that she was licking the floor didn't even enter her mind, only that she was serving her Master.
After she had licked up just a little of the mess, he was satisfied that she would do whatever was required of her, and grabbed her by the hair and led her on all fours to the bed in the corner of the room.
"Kneel there and don't move, slave.", he instructed as he undressed. Her eyes stayed on the floor as she had been trained. Once he was naked he lay back on the bed and said,"Come climb on top of me slave. Fuck your Master like the good slave I have trained you to be."
She crawled up on the bed and straddling him, she slowly sank her cunt down on his hard shaft.His thick cock split her cunt open until she was sitting all the way down on him. His cock buried deep in her cunt. She began to slowly ride his shaft like he taught her. Taking it slow so his orgasm built slowly. As she rode him, the blood trickled from her many whip marks. Her ass bled all over his balls, and the blood from the words scratched above her cunt ran down her juicy cleft, mixed with her pussy juices and ran over his abdomen.
She clenched her pussy muscles as she rode, trying to milk the cum from his balls. He pinched and twisted her tortured nipples after removing the clamps, but she was beyond feeling the pain. To her it was as if he were gently caressing her nipples, sending jolts of electricity straight to her cunt.
"You may cum slave. Cum all over my cock.", he told her.
At his words, she shuddered and came, her pussy spasming around his cock, gripping it tight.
"Good girl. You have earned your treat. You are allowed to suck me off and swallow my cum.", he said with a smile.
She smiled and climbing off his hard cock, she kneeled between his thighs and began to lick and suck at his swollen balls. They were full of cum, and she licked her lips in anticipation of her meal to come. She could taste the mixture of her blood, cum,  and his sweat as she licked his balls and the base of his cock. She took his length as deep down her throat as he could, gagging slightly the first couple times. She soon relaxed her throat and was able to take him all the way down her throat. His balls touched her lips and she licked them as her nose nestled in his trimmed pubes.
"Now suck and stroke like I taught you.", he instructed her. She pulled him from her tight throat muscles and began to stroke his shaft in rhythm with her bobbing head. She pulled back and swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, causing it to twitch and jump. It wouldn't be long until she was fed. She alternated between sucking and licking the head of his cock, never stopping the slow pumping of her fist up and down the slick shaft. She could feel his cock begin to swell in her hand and knew he was only seconds from cumming.
"Time for slave to eat.", he gasped as the first jet of hot cum spurted from the tip of his cock and hit her on the lips and on the tip of her tongue. She licked the savory seed from her lips as his cum ran down over her still pumping fist, coating his belly and balls in sweet nectar.
"Clean me up, my cum slut. I know you want your treat.", he said a little out of breath from cumming so hard. She smiled and proceeded to lick up every drop of his cream that was now mixed with her cum and blood. They were both a mess of blood and sex juices, but she licked him clean, leaving no trace of either on his body as she bathed him with her tongue. Paying homage to her Masters' body, worshipping at the alter of his flesh.
When she was done he helped her to her feet and took her to the bathroom as he ran a bath while she kneeled silently on the bathroom floor. Helping her into the warm tub, he began to wash her hair and carefully wash the wounds on her tender flash. They were superficial and would heal quickly. As he bathed her he talked to her in a soothing voicing, bringing her back to him slowly. Soon she was clear eyed and talking to him.
"You have done me proud slave. You took my pain like a good girl and passed this test.", he said with a smile, beaming with pride. She smiled back at him in utter exhaustion.
Once she was clean, he dried her off with a warm towel and wrapped her in a soft robe and carried her to the big bed in the master bedroom. Putting her under the blankets and crawling in next to her, her pulled her to his chest as she quickly gave in to sleep. There would be many more tests in the future, but tonight she passed a big one, and with a smile he closed his eyes and drifted off into a contented sleep.
I hope I didn't frighten anyone with this first story.  I am a real sexual Sadist deep inside.


  1. You wasn't kidding when you said it wasn't for the faint of heart. I enjoyed the dark tale, very interesting read but what disturbed me most was the picture not the tale of the marks itself. Good job.

  2. I thought the picture was perhaps a bit too much. I was already planning on changing it today. Thank you for your input.


  3. Thank you for sharing this dark side .. I enjoyed the story very much. You are indeed a sexual Sadist.

    I actually didn't notice the picture until I read the comments..too busy reading~~

  4. nancy, I changed the picture from one of a bloody caned ass to the one now there.

  5. I like the new picture even better. It's much less off-putting because the blood part was left to my imagination. The story really held my interest.

    I shall return for more.

  6. Excellent story that held me tightly in its grasp.

    Thank you,

  7. i don't see a picture at all? :/

    thumbs up for story William! :)