Faster Kill Pussycat...Faster!

Greetings deviants...this post will introduce the fantasy that is Domina Morphyne. Who is this woman you might ask? She is an extension of the Sinful Angel...a woman in control of any situation. A woman who shows you carnal and taboo worlds unseen to most people. She is one who does not care about anything but achieving her true release and letting her inner beast out. She can be cruel, demanding and heartless. She can be sensual, erotic and down right filthy. This post is a fantasy involving her...and the man lucky enough to be deemed worthy of her attentions.

I am excited. Why? Well, my lover is in NYC to see me and act a fool with me. I flew to his location last time, it was only fair he fly to me this time. It had been a while since I last saw him...the anticipation of our meeting was making my stomach churn. My hands are clammy and my mind a whirlwind. I am not sure what to expect or what we will do. Well, take that back. I have a faint idea of what will happen...but how will it play out?  Would I let him take control or would I scew his brains out? I had to make amends for our last meeting, as it was not up to my high standards. This time, I would be ready for him. Ready to rock his world. I had to remain cool and calm..and in control of the situation. Hey...I should introduce him to Domina Morphyne! When I am in Domina mode....ooohh wee!! The gears in my mind start turning as I plan how this will all play out....

So, after weeks and fracking months of long conversations, bullshit, haggling and driving each other sexually insane, the day finally arrived. I was to meet him at his hotel in the city...early in the morning nonetheless. Thankfully, Starbucks is right around the corner from where I live...I was going to need all my energy. I stroll through the doors of the plush downtown hotel without a care in the world. Aloof and with a bored air of one about to attend a seminar. I stop just inside the door and pause for dramatic effect..I do love making an entrance. Let all gathered around me gawk and pay homage to the awesome goddess that is me. I take off my black Dior wraparound shades and scan the lobby....searching for the one worthy of my attentions. I spot him in a chair in a somewhat secluded corner of the lobby, playing with his phone (again. That man stays glued to his phone). He hasn't looked up yet...but I know he senses I am in his vicinity. The tips of his ears are a pretty pink and there is a tiny smile playing at the corners of his mouth. I grin wide. He wants to play hard to get, eh? He wants to act like being near me doesn't affect him in any way? My eyes narrow and I chuckle. This could prove interesting.

I sedately walk over to where he is seated and stand directly in front of him, not saying a word. A few tense seconds pass by before he slowly raises his head and peers at me from behind his eyeglasses. He just looks at me as I drink in the sight of him. It's been too long since I saw him last. I had forgotten how long his hair was or how incredibly sexy he looks in glasses. My memory has faded the image of his strong arms and the crinkles by the corners of his beautiful brown eyes. How could my memory have faded like that? I smile prettily at him, disguising the fact my insides have been thrown into a tailspin. All the memories of our previous encounter come rushing back to me...but I can not entertain a trip down memory lane right now. I am still in control.  Anger swells up inside me. I lean down and rip the phone out of his hands...and give him a viscious, long kiss. I bite his tongue as my lips bruise his. My free hand grabs his hair and I yank his head back, wanting to inflict a little bit of pain. He tries to grab me, but I smack his hand away. I finally pull away and stand up, feeling triumphant. Act distant will he? Act like he isn't glad to see me? I smile sweetly as I say..."Welcome to New York City darling". With that, I hold up the key card I took from his pocket and start walking to the elevators. (hopefully, this man catches up to me before the elevator doors open. I have no clue as to where I am going. Hey, I like to make a scene!) My heart is racing. What just happened was....pretty intense. Did I really just forcefully greet him? I smile to myself…yes, yes I did. I hear him approach me and I put my game face back on….the dominant one. Without a word, the elevator doors open and we step inside…on our way to an incredible world where only he and I exist.

The door to his suite closes behind us and I stroll around the room to gain my composure. Plottimg. Scheming. I have to make sure this man will never forget who I am. When he dreams at night, it will be of me. Anytime he masturbates, it will be my face swimming in front of his eyes. When he is on the highway headed to work, just the thought of me will make his cock harden painfully. I want him addicted, I want to drive him sexually insane…as he has done me. Every woman he fucks, his mind and soul will call out for me, will call MY name. I continue my inspection of the suite, making idle chatter with him. I ask about his flight, how his businesses are doing…just catching up with him. I set my purse on the loveseat, my mind still furiously working as I continue the inane chatter. He comes up behind me (silly me, I had my back turned to him) and wraps me in his arms. I lean back into him, not wanting to tip him off to the idea I FINALLY had. I have to be cool. I have to play this off, remain calm. He kisses my ear and tells me how glad he is to see me…and asks what the hell was that in the lobby. I arch an eyebrow and grin. Let the games begin!

I quickly turn around and push him to the nearest wall. “What was that in the lobby” I breathe into his ear, “was my way of letting you know what was to come.” I trap his head in my hands and begin biting him, alternating with kisses. “I missed you asshole” I say over and over again. I tell him how wet just the thought of him makes me. I tell him how he sends my heart into overdrive everytime I hear his voice. How I dream of him seducing me, touching me. How I fantasize about him taking control and having his wicked, wicked way with me. I can feel his excitement growing, his pulse quickening. His thudding heartbeat reverberates throughout my whole being. I kiss his face, his nose, his cheeks, his throat. I want to devour him right there on the spot, but I know I must be patient. I must drag this out as long as possible. Drive him to the brink of insanity…and with a gentle nudge, send him headlong into oblivion. I stop suddenly and push away from him. His chest is heaving, his eyes slightly glassy. I see red marks on his neck where I have bitten him…and I grin. Those are MY marks on him…and more are to come. I grab his hand and march him to the bedroom. My blood is rushing, I am tripping off the adrenaline coursing through my veins. I feel as though I am on top of the world! This man is mine and mine alone…and I will prove it to him. There is no other for him…no one like me. I am the best he is going to EVER have. I just want to make that clear to him is all.

Once we are in the bedroom, I slam the door shut and throw him onto the bed. A part of his senses must have returned, for he instantly sits up and glares at me. “What the fuck is that? Have you lost your mind…again?” he demands of me. I hold my finger up for silence and give him my deadliest seductive look (you know, the LOOK that inspires a fear of God). “Silence,” I command, “you’re in my city, on my stomping grounds. I promised a rematch..one you will never forget, didn’t I?” He narrows his eyes…calculating his response. A second pauses, then two, then a few more. Finally, he nods his head. I rush over to him and jump on the bed, my legs to his sides. I yank his head back and hold his chin in my hand and whisper in his ear…”Then just lay back and enjoy the ride darling. Don’t worry though. This won’t hurt…much”. I jump off the bed and retrieve my bag from the couch. His eyes grow a bit wide as he sees me stroll back into the room, a Cheshire grin on my face. I order him to sit in the chair in the corner of the room and with the ropes from my bag of goodies, secured his arms to the chair. I pull out the blindfold and he makes a noise of protest. I turn from my task and glare at him….how dare he? But then again, I had not spoken of the rules yet. I shake my head and walk back towards him. I throw one leg onto the arm of the chair and lean down so that our noses are touching. “Rule number one,” I say, “no bitching. Rule number two is no touching umless I say you can and after you have asked my permission. Rule number three is enjoy the ride. Anything else goes.”He nods his head in agreement and I tie the silk scarf around his head, sealing his sense of sight. I slowly unbutton his shirt and leave it open, exposing his chest. All of it, just for me to have my way with. I trail my perfectly manicured nails up and down his chest…lightly. I circle his nipples and grin in glee as I watch them come to attention. The power I have is making my head spin..but I quickly get it under control. I have a supplicant to destroy, after all. I stroke him lightly for a few minutes, watching his chest raise and fall. Watch his body strain for my touch when I pause. I caress his face, gently tug on his mustache and goatee. I feel he is ready for the next phase of this torture, so I slide my pants and panties off in preparation. I do a quick check…yes, I am good and wet..and we haven’t done much yet! I chuckle softly to myself

I snatch up my leather riding crop and straddle him….grabbing his chin and forcing it upwards. “How are you doing darling? Still hanging in there?” “Of course” he replies, “this is nothing new to me”. I struggle to hide my grin. This arrogance is what attracted me to him in the first place…but sheesh. The man annoys me at times. I smack him on his left nipple with my riding crop, leaving an angry red welt. I then lick the wound and blow a cooling breath on it. That ought to teach him. His face turns red and I hold a finger to his lips (god, I can not wait until those lips are all over me…sigh.) I ask if he is going to behave and save the smart ass comments for another time. He grins and shakes his head no. I cock my head to the side and bring the crop smacking down on his right nipple….and this time, I pinch it between my fingers.I ask the same question and he gives the same reply…no. His defiance is so magnificant. Both of his nipples are beet red, glaring at me, angry welts. I shift and dip two fingers into my soaking wet pussy…and trace his lips with them. His tongue darts out immediately and right when it does….I quickly smack his nipples again! He jumps this time and bares his teeth. I laugh, a hearty laugh that fills the room. This is just too much fun!! I am enjoying this play….so much it hurts. I dip my fingers into my pussy again and hold them just in front of his lips…not quite touching. I grab his hair and yank his head back. “Ask me permission to lick the fuck juice from my fingers” I whisper to him. I watch his nostrils flare and his tongue dart out to lick his lips…but no word from him. I yank a little harder on his hair and repeat my demand, lightly tapping his bottom lip with a cum soaked finger. A few more tense seconds pass and I hear him whisper ever so softly, “Please, let me lick the fuck juice from your fingers”. First, I am shocked. I mean, I really didn’t think he was going to play along. This man is always full of surprises. I can never figure him out. I clamp down my elation and tell him to open his mouth….and quench his thirst. Whoops…I forgot that magical tongue of his! His tongue swirled around my fingers, sucking on them. His warm mouth feels like a silken glove….so sensual and…oh my! His tongue dips in between the gaps of my fingers, exploring every crevice, nook and cranny. Every last drop is sucked from my fingers…I feel as though he is sucking every last drop of my life essence. I stifle a moan and quickly snatch my fingers from his mouth…aww, look. He is pouting a bit. How adorable. Fine, he will pay for making my heart race. He will pay dearly for exciting me! How dare he!! I am the one in control here. It is okay. I will make him pay. I work quickly and strip his pants and underwear off him. This fucker is going to pay dearly for this one. I blow my breath on his penis….first with my lips just barely touching the shaft, then from a short distance away. I look up at his face as I am giving him my breathing technique. Slow, gentle breaths on the head of his penis, on the shaft. His face is a study in ecxtasy. His mouth is slightly parted and I can see him struggling to control his breathing. I smile and pull out more secret weapons…my pearl necklace that I wrap around the shaft and my turkey feather. No, no silk for this torture. I trail the feather from his neck down his chest, in circles around his nipples, down to his stomach. I alternate strokes of the feather with loving licks. As I use my mouth and feather on one nipple, I am squeezing the other one…then I switch. I want to drive him to madness. To a lust he has never experienced before. He begins to squirm and moan, but I quickly snatch up the riding crop nearby and give him a light smack on his chest…when his squirmimg is getting a bit out of hand. I stop the torso torture and give him a lomg hard kiss and then resume the torture. I slide down a bit to a kneeling position in between his legs. This man has no idea of what I am about to do to him. I trail an outline of his penis with the feather…light gentle touches to excite. He is rock hard now, the veins popping a bit. I lightly tap his swollen head with my riding crop. “uh uh”, I admonish, “you are NOT allowed to cum until I give permission” His reply is a tortured groan that sounds like music to my ears. I flick my tongue across the head of his penis and watch in glee as it jumps. I chuckle and watch in awe. I see his cock straining against the restraint I have wound around it…so swollen! So juicy! My mouth is watering as I watch his ever so beautiful cock dance for me. I flick my tongue across the head again to make it dance the dance of lust. I glance up at him….oh yes. He is trying so hard to rein in his desire. Time to turn up the heat

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I position myself so that my hand has access to the object of my desire and my mouth access to the upper half of his body. I bite down hard on his chest as my hand strokes his cock….and wow. I did not know he could jump like that. I was almost thrown off! I immediately suck the bitten area of chest to soothe the sudden shock. I look down at my handiwork and am pleased to see teeth marks swelling on his skin. I grab his hair and pull back (yes, again. This seems to be my favorite thing to do to him) and nibble on his neck. I am lost in a world of hazy lust now. There is no going back as I continue this journey to sexual insanity. I whisper dirty little things in his ear, praising him for being such a willing supplicant. Telling him how much I adore him, how much I missed his cock inside of me. How I have dreamed of this day since the last time we parted ways. He moans and strains against his bindings as I kick things into overdrive. His breathing is erratic, chest heaving, a fine sheen of sweat breaking out above his brow. I nibble, caress…bite. I sink my teeth into his shoulder….trying to consume him. I want him to be one with me…I want to eat him alive! His moans are getting louder and turning me on like I have never been turned on before. I quickly scramble to a kneeling position between his legs and shove his rock hard cock deep, deep into my mouth. His reaction is a very very loud gasp followed by a prolonged groan. I slowly suck upwards on his cock, toying with the head. Tickling the area underneath the head. Using the turkey feather to tickle his heavy balls. I continue this for a bit, going slow then fast…then slowing the pace again. His whole body is covered in sweat, he is straining to be free. I know he is dying to place his hands on my head, shove my mouth down his shaft and to release his load into my warm mouth. His cock is doing a happy dance inside my mouth and I feel myself getting wetter and wetter. I suddenly take my mouth completely off his cock and sit back on my heels, watching him catch his breath. I am not ready for him to find his release yet…not yet. I dip my fingers inside my aching pussy, withdraw three cum soaked fingers and place them on his lips. “now, what do you say?” I tease him, “taste what you have done to me.”. His face looks pained but I hear him ask. “Please”, he groans, “allow me to suck the fuck juice from your fingers. Please, I must taste you…”. I lick my own juices from my fingers and give him another kiss for being such a good boy! Our tongues tango, swirl and dart rapidly to and fro. I groan and bite his tongue. I am so turned on. I want him so badly…inside of me. Filling that void only he can fill. Sending me hurling into the depths of insanity. I want his arms around me, crushing me against his chest. Now is not the time though. I still have much planned for him.

I remove the blindfold from his eyes and he blinks a few times to clear his vision…and then he stares deep into my eyes. What do I find in the murky depths of his eyes? Promises. Retribution. A threat. Lust. Desire. I pull him to his feet and untie his hands. I am not done. Now the fun begins. I shove him onto the bed and straddle him. I remind him of the rules with quick smacks on his legs and torso with my riding crop. (I love that thing). I look down at him, the beginnings of bruises making themselves known. I grin at my handiwork. I lean down and whisper in his ear….”Now it is time to get you off. Give your body to me. Let your body be free, free your body, your body with me”. He looks at me and smiles. Oooh!! There should be a law against him smiling at me like that. Thus begins the full body attack. I blaze kisses/bites all over his heated skin. No area of skin is left untouched by my hands or mouth. I take the riding crop and whip his nipples, his shoulders and his chest. I am rough. I am not nice, not at all loving. The inner beast in me has awoken…and so has his. I make my way down to his cock…oops. I forgot about the restraints. I tear the necklace off his cock, scattering pearls all over the bed, against the wall…I did not care. My inner beast was out to play now. She wanted to enjoy her freedom as long and as much as possible. I take his cock in my mouth and suck hard. Long and hard, as if I was dying of thirst and his cock was a spring. I dimly hear him gasping and feel him bucking….oh yes. Both of us will be driven to insanity it seems. My mind is…..hell, I don’t think I had a mind at this point. I was consumed with this inner fire….this primal urge to go insane. I nimbly jump off the bed and pull him to his feet….and both of us went crashing into the nightstand. We didn’t care. We hopped over the mess and I threw him against a wall. “trust me”, I tell him, “and go with the flow. Give your body to me”. It has become a chant as I repeat it over and over. I shove his cock in my mouth again….ah yes. I feel…happy. Happier than I have ever been. This is what I have dreamed of, this is what I wanted…almost. I suck and caress his cock…oh my how it fills my mouth. I shoveit as far deep down my throat as I possibly can…wanting more of it. I want to choke on it. I feel his hand on my head to assist. I snuggle up to his cock. I kiss it…I am WORSHIPPING this damn thing like it was my one and only savior. This is what I have been craving. My mouth is so hot and wet….I am making one hell of a sloppy mess all over his cock. I don’t want him to cum just yet, so I stop….and stand in front of him. Ha!! He is not even standing all the way up, he is leaned against the wall, knees slightly bent.
I am like a woman possessed as I kiss him…..deeply. Bruising lips. Pinching nipples. Squeezing the head of his cock. His head is thrashing side to side, his eyes closed tight, mouth open. Wide open. I see this and slip my fingers into my pussy…yup. You guessed it. I watched him watching me as he sucked my fingers dry. I lick my parched lips and gulp. Oh, I want him. Now. Hard. Fast. Slow. Rough. Gentle. However I could get him. Am I trying to kill him? You bet…and I may die in the process. I cup his balls and kiss him on his neck, rubbing my breasts against his chest. I want to completely cover him. Consume him. Be consumed by him. This man….my lover….there is no other for me. Ever. My alpha, my omega. He wraps his arms around me and holds me tight….as I emotions swirl around me. Now, now it is time. My inner beast will mate with his……in a blinding light seen only by us. I push him off me and we both collapse to the floor. He kisses my neck, my breasts, my stomach, my inner thighs. I am writhing in sweet intense pain. It is such torture for me…..he is touching me on the outside, but not the inside. I want him inside of me, to complete me. Oh god. Yes. In one fliud stroke, my lover fills me and I gasp. I look into his eyes and see his inner beast staring back at me. I am filled with awe and wonder……so beautiful. So majestic. So…..free. “Give your body to me” my lover says, “set your body free”. I numbly nod my head and he begins slowly pumping. Grinding his hips against mine. The carpet beneath me…eh. I will worry about the rug burns later.
His tempo is increasing and his body is aglow with sweat. His breathing is heavy…and gaining speed. I am in….another world. Only he and I exist. I match his tempo, raising, falling. Teasing with the promise of completion. Suddeny, he withdraws and lays down on his back. I quickly straddle him and settle on top of him….oooohhh my. The sensation of being filled. I throw my head back, giving him a wonderful view of my breasts. He pulls me down for a mind blowing kiss, his hands caressing my back. I feel him moving inside me and squeeze my female muscles around his cock….slowly, slowly. Tense, release. Tense, release. This is too much for me and I begin to ride him. Oh my, this is soo good. I lean back as I am riding him and I feel his fingers playing with my clit. The bed is bouncing, the headboard smacking against the back wall as we fuck each other stupid. Suddenly, he grabs my hips (that will leave a bruise for sure) and roars. Not yell. Not shout. Roars. I watch him release and that proves my undoing. My inner beast screams to match his beast roaring….oh yes. The light was so blinding, the screaming, the roaring….I felt tears gathering and then….darkness.



We woke up a few hours later. What can I say?? It was pretty intense.

Fallen Angel...The Dark Side of Lust.

I will warn you now..this is not for the faint of heart. This is strictly a fantasy piece. Anyone tries this on me without my permission (which will be denied anyways) and I will  feed your balls to you from a rusty spoon.
This blog site is to show all sides of sex...the sweet and loving. The dark and evil. The taboo.
My point? Feed your true nature, once you realize what it is. If you are the type that believes in happily ever after, go ahead and skip over this blog post.

Theme song of this post

So, for those that remain...how are you doing? This fantasy has a little bit of roughness to it. It's primal. It's raw. It is total abandonment of all restraints. You are living for the moment, nothing else. It is a world few have ever seen or experienced..but those that do develop a deeper understanding of...things.

What is BDSM? BDSM, from my point of view, is a chance to let my true nature free...which is my release. All the pent up anger, wrath, disappointments, frustrations, stress...whatever it is, I express it. I let it go. That is Khym's definition of BDSM...a true release. It can be sexual or not. It can be physical, mental or emotional..or all three. One can not reach their release until they understand what their true sexual nature is. Why? Knowing your true sexual nature will allow you to express your true feelings...ta da! There is your release. Anyways, on to the fantasy...you were warned.

I decided to go out one night...hit up the bar scene and unwind. It was Saint Patrick's Day after all..I cant ignore my Irish genes and NOT drink. I called up a few of my friends and we all decided on a dive. (Sometimes, I just like to shoot some pool in a dark  nasty smelling place...and drink really really strong drinks).I was going through a tough time in my life..the love of my life and I had just publically broken up a few months prior (or was it longer? Time seems to be blurry) and I was tired of laying around my apartment crying, hurting, alone and broken. I had to force myself to live again. I just had to!! I had to find a way to push past the mind blowing pain that was consuming me, eating me alive. I had to kill all off feeling, move on to the next. My life doesnt stand still because my heart was broken. Fuck no. I am tougher than that!!! No one slays me, takes me out for the count! So, after a few shots of Bailey's, I was set to go. Dragged myself our of bed, got dressed in a pair of jeans and a tshirt, slapped on some makeup and was ready to go!

So, I am sitting at the bar watching my friend's play another suck ass game of pool. I have been for the most part, trying to enjoy myself. I smile at the right times, laugh when something silly happens...but I am growing anxious for some reason. It is like a dark hole in the center of my body that keeps growing. I can feel it spreading, slowly but surely. I just want to go back to my bed and hide away! I sigh and get ready to get off my bar stool when a body slides into the bar stool beside me..and places a hand on my thigh. I roll my eyes in annoyance and have a quick retort on my lips as I turn and face him...Now, this is going to sound really incredibly bad, but for the life of me, I can not remember his facial features clearly...I think it was all the alcohol I consumed that night..starting with the shot he handed me. Anyone who has been thru heartbreak knows...the one thing you want to do is push the pain so far away, you never feel it...you want to be numb and not feel anything...until you are ready to deal with things. I dont think there is a single person who has successfully dealt with such intense pain in a healthy way..some use alcohol and drugs. Some force themselves to continue life..they still go to work everyday. "Fake it til you make it" is their motto. Well, I was trying the fake it til I made it method..which worked during the day time. When the sun set though, that is when the pain would wash over me, afresh. Well, screw that. It was Saint Patrick's day. i wanted to have fun and live my life. Perhaps drink a little.

Next thing I remember, we are in my apartment rolling around my bedroom floor. Literally. How this happened is still a mystery to me. I dont think I even remember his name! I was not drunk..but I had a bit to drink and was feeling quite good. Thankfully, my roommate was not home that night...as he and I barged through the front door and managed to make it to my bedroom. Clothes were thrown off in a hurry as we raced to the main event of the evening. Chest heaving, rapid panting, the fumbling of the fingers on a belt buckle and the age old struggle with a bra clasp. We backed into my bed and I was forcibly thrown upon it. I felt my pulse galloping, my lower body coiled and ready to spring, my thighs quivering in extreme excitement. I did not have a clue as to what would happen...but I had a good feeling it was going to be an experience I would not soon forget. My friend for the evening did not give me a moment to recollect my thoughts as he threw himself upon me....

He and I wasted no time on foreplay or whispering sweet nothings to each other. His rock hard (and mighty juicy thick cock) was soon gloved and shoving into the deepest parts of my inner being. I could hear the blood rushing in my ears, in my head, could feel an inner turmoil beginning. Furious, hard, fast and with no sympathy. My pussy was punished, bruised and reborn again. His rock solid cock thrusting faster and faster, harder and harder, deeper and deeper. No time for breathing. No time for feeling anything but the sweet scent of a primal lust sated. We were both racing toward the goal of the ultimate orgasm when all of  a sudden, the thrusting stopped. His breathing slowed and I slowly opened my eyes, curious. I was wondering what he was going to do next. He hadnt cum yet...so what was the deal? I watched in fascination as a bead of sweat fell from his sweaty brow into the cleft between my breasts. Hmm....yummy. The only thing I could think of was...licking the salt from his sweaty body. He slowly raised himself to his elbows, struggling to catch his breath. I could still feel him inside me....and felt the walls of my tight pussy clenching around him. Release, then clench again. Slowly torturing and massaging the rock hard cock still inside of me. I am still wondering what he has planned when, as if he was reading my mind, his hands slowly close upon my neck. I nod my head in silent assent as I read the question in his eyes. A small smile turns up the corners of my mouth. Oh yes, this is a night of punishment. Abandon all hope ye who enter into this world of darkness.

I lean up a little bit to give him better access to my throat. In the frenzied hardcore fuck of earlier, I had somehow wound up on the edge of my bed, almost falling off. I sigh deeply as I feel his hands close tighter around my neck. The inner beast in me senses a release is near...a much sought after and much needed release. The true release that will set the inner beast free and perhaps soothe my much wounded heart and soul. My friend for the evening slightly tightens his grip and begins the stroking anew. Slowly in, sliding slowly out of my oh so wet pussy. I am pretty sure his cock is on fire from being inside the inferno that is burning me up. I close my eyes in absolute bliss, silently begging for the punishment I know I deserve. Why, you may ask. Why do I deserve to be punished? I have a simple answer for that...because I was behaving very badly. See, I was in love with my ex. Loved him with everything I had..and what I didnt have. I felt as though I was not allowed to enjoy another man. I was not allowed to be intimate in any way with anyone else but my ex. To do so would be a betrayal. I would betray the love I had for him...and I am one who does not take betrayal lightly. This evening was the first time in a long long time I cut loose and said to myself "fuck it" I still felt guilty though...and all of these feelings running circles around my head would all come into play this evening.

He continues his penile assault on me....sliding his cock in and out of my pussy, exciting me further. Teasing me with the promise of fulfillment. I am gasping for breath as his tempo is increasing. My inner beast is slowly uncurling, stretching out leisurely. The release is at hand...but not just yet. My inner beast will not break free until the time is just right. As his tempo increases, his hands get even tighter around my neck, his fingers digging into my skin and pressing hard against my windpipe. I revel in the sensation of his heavy balls smacking against the opening of my pussy as he is fucking me. There are no words spoken in this world. Only, the joining of bodies in the age old dance of...fucking. Not sex. Not intercourse. Good old fashioned fucking. My hands slowly creep up to cover his on my neck. I...my eyesight is startimg to go a little blurry and my breathing is erratic..I can not seem to catch my breath. His hands are large and he is not a skinny man...muscular. If I am not careful, I could die tonight. I am caught up in the wonderful ufurling of desire in my lower stomach, in my chest, in my whole being to really pay any mind. I am being punished. I am happy, happier than I have been in a very very long time. Suddenly, he rolls off me and the rush of cool air shocks my overheated skin. Without missing a beat, he shoves my legs apart and then...oooh, I feel his hot hot tongue lapping at my clit. I moan loudly and writhe in sheer joy. He clamps his hands on my waist and shoves his tongue deep inside me. I am wet beyond wet at this point, gasping for air, grabbing fistfuls of the bedsheets. It feels so good...so, wanton. So...complete. I hear myself murmering..dirty filthy talking. I want him to get me wetter. I want his tongue to spank my clit. I want his fingers to twist inside of me. I want...I want...more. More of what, I am not quite sure. I feel him sucking on my clit and feel the slight scrape of teeth. I am throwing my head back and forth like a woman possessed. I try bucking and arching my back high in the air, but this man has a death grip on my hips, shoving me back down onto the bed, never taking his mouth off me. Yes, get me wetter. Drive me to the depths of insanity..of which there is no return. Make a sloppy mess of my pussy...I love that shit. Yes, shove your tongue deeper inside me. Feel my clit pulsing against your mouth? Against your swollen lips? All of this is coming from me! Sweet, poor tortured and beaten soul me!! I feel a scream gathering in the back of my throat and grit my teeth. I dont want to experience my release just yet...I want to savor this nastiness. Then...a shock. A surprise. My friend lifts his head and bites hard on my inner thigh. Yikes. I did not see this one coming. The sharp sting echoes thru me....rattling the cage that holds my inner beast. My inner beast raises her head and shows her teeth....the time is almost near for her to experience freedom. His head lowers and the tongue lashing continues, much to my glee. His hand reaches up and grabs my nipple (talk about multitasking!) and he squeezes hard, wrenching a loud moan from me. The combination of pain and pleasure results in even more acute pleasure...a pleasure so sweet it is to be treasured. I push forward into his mouth as his hand caresses and tweaks my breast. I am in XTC....I feel as though I will burst any second now! His tongue actions increase and his hand is now slapping my breast. Hard, stinging slaps that leave red hand prints. I do not mind, as he is making a sloppy mess of my pussy as he is doing this. This feels incredible. I raise my head a little bit at the wrong time and his hand cracks my jaw. The slap is a shock, of course...but it felt good. Why? Once again, I was being punished! Pain is pleasure as they say.

He stands me up on the side of my bed and pushes me against the wall. I am wondering what in the hell he is doing as he lays underneath me....and then, I find out. He finger fucks me. Not just any finger fuck. I was standing up, braced against the wall for support as he used a variety of finger tricks on my already damn swollen pussy. I have never had such magic worked on me. In and out, twisting and turning, sliding, cajoling, stroking...fucking. Hardcore finger fuck. I could not believe my luck. Was this really happening to me?? Was I truly experiencing this...abandonment of all contraints?? Reveling in the filthy gutterbutt pleasures one normally reads about? Was pleasure this acute allowed? Was I allowed to enjoy myself?  This was a world I had only dreamed of...and kept the dreams locked away from everyone. This was my inner darkness come out to play. I felt my head lolling from side to side as the fingers continued to fuck me senseless. I do not know how I managed to stay upright....I do know I eventually wrenched myself from him and pinned him down.....and proceeded to give him the best blow job he would ever experience. My greedy mouth swallowing him whole, my tongue swirling around his juicy head and thick shaft....my excitement growing. His hands grab my hair and yank hard as my head bobs up and down, side to side, slurping and eating him alive. I dimly hear him talking filth to me. Calling me names, smacking my face with his hand, smacking my ass and pulling on my shoulders. I am beyond the point of caring. I want to explode all over him. I want him to explode all over me...I want to release my inner beast!! He flips me over to all fours and wraps a scarf around my neck. I sigh in deep relief and anticipation...I am to be punished again. Sigh of happiness. I feel him thrusting himself into me, to the hilt. His cock slamming into my inner wall. I clench myself around him, punishing him as he is punishing me. I can feel my release...its just within my reach now. I dig my fingers into his thighs, as my arms are pinned and held by him behind my back, unaware of the pain i am causing him. IHis thighs are the only thing I can grab onto. I lean my head forward as he continues pounding me....making the silk scarf around my neck tighter. I can feel the smoothness of it....an irony of sorts. Something so delicate, so sensually pleasing is aiding in the choking of me. It has become my jailer, my noose. My lovely silken noose. I feel the edges of my reality blurring again and the face of my ex swims before my eyes. I instantly feel guilty. Ashamed. Filthy. I am dishonoring him. I am betraying him. How could I do this to him? Yes, we broke up months ago..but I love him. I could never be with anyone else. The pain of our split comes rushing back to me and I bite my tongue to keep from crying out. The hurt and pain washes over me anew and I am struck down by the weight of my grief, my pain. Shocked at my brazen behavior. I hear a howling...a lonely heartfelt howling filling my ears. I feel hot tears sliding down my face...I am nothing more than a filthy slut. I am not worthy of my ex's love. I am nothing. I failed him. I failed as a woman....all of these thoughts and feelings crash into me like a raging storm. I gasp loudly, trying to shove all these feelings back down. My inner beast is not to be denied though. She leaps up and I realixe the howling is coming from her....from me. I try to focus on the cock slamming wonderfully into my cervix....which proves to be my undoing. With a thrust, he hits the front wall just right.....

Everything happened at once after that. He bit down hard on my back, sending sharp aftershocks of pain echoimg through my body. I screamed loud and long....a gutteral cry of release, of pain, of agony. I had never felt guilt, pleasure, bitterness, self loatred and sheer XTC in my life. I cried so damn hard...I couldnt get myself under control. My inner beast was finally quieted...as she got the release she was searching for. All the pain, the hurt....came rushing to the forefront and helped in the experience that was..a true release.

Yup. Find your true sexual nature. So many times, we hide it. We cover it up, as it may not be socially acceptable. Half the time, we refuse to acknowledge it.

Every now and again....let your inner beast out to play.