An evening at her house

We kiss and touch. She makes me suck her nipples. She makes me suck her cock and I gag on it and squirt all over the floor . She shoves the rubbery silicone of her strap on dildo into my waiting arse. I am so ready and so wanting to come. 

I orgasm. I fist her. I lick her perfect little pussy and stretch her wide and talk absolute filth into her ear. She lets me wear her strap on and I thrust it into her. Her choice of you  is huge. I'm jealous. I want it in my pussy. She jams it in me. It's agony. I regret my greed. We fuck and touch each other until she's sated and wet. Im happy to please her. I'm sore for days. 

It's my party and ill cry if I want to

We're at a party down in the dank ugly cellar. He pushes my face hard into the stone wall and cuts my upper lip. He calls me a slut, drops me to the floor and locks my arm behind my back. I squeal that I'm not going to escape, why would I run away? He raps a length of dank old chain around my throat and pulls it. He puts his foot down on the back of neck and I can smell the polish on his shoe. He's talking to me. I can barely hear what he's saying but I know it's cruel. I'm covered in dust and dirt. He drags me around and makes me crawl on the stone floor, my knees start to cut and bleed underneath my tight. I was dressed so nicely, my makeup was perfect. Now I'm a bemused wreck of snivelling worthless flesh. Now im happy.

This is how it is

He is going to hurt me. I'm naked and pale in his company. I raise a cigarette to my lips, and draw, hands shake, my heart tremors.  He has just made me squirt and come against him in bed and I am sodden. The arousal cools in the crisp air of anticipation. 

There will be fifteen contacts, hits from the tawse and the cane. Three to my cunt, six each to breasts and bottom. I vibrate and chatter in cool fear and say very little. 

It will hurt, I loath to be hurt but I love him and he loves to hurt me. He's a cruel bastard, a sick and sadistic fuck, but where else would I rather be? Where could I go... 

Resignation is a quiet space. 

He makes me select where I'm going to be hit first. I pick my cunt. He makes me lie on my back on the footstool, tuck my knees up and spread myself.  I take the three. It's difficult, I falter at points but its done The tears are heavy. I count every stroke. 

He's smiling at me, drawing in smooth breaths. I can see his cock twitch a little with the satisfaction. He tells me how much he loves to hurt me and I am hurting. 

Breasts next. He attacks those with a fibre glass cane. The pain is searing and white. I can do nothing but lean forward and shake out breaths. He does me damage. He touches the marks and I hate him. I count each stroke. He's somewhere else and I'm afraid and I still shake and I'm sweating. He gives me another cigarette and tells me to sit up straight so that he can look at my breasts and admire his work. 

Finally my bottom. Same cane. Same number. These hits evoke squeals and bouncing around and tears and I take them when I don't think I can and I count them all out and I'm relieved with its over and out of my head and happy that I've done what he wants. He's high and tripping on power and pushing white smoke out between his lips. He fixes us a drink and intermittently strokes my marks while I try not to spill it all over myself. 

We go back to bed and grope and touch and he sucks my sore breasts and licks my red swollen cunt and fucks both my holes and I climax ad I am in pain, burning, bruised and bloody pain and I'm still in pain now. 

Ive looked in the mirror and seen the results, the marks stack up and my body looks a mess, but if this is how he wants it this is how it is.