“shhhh.” i tugged on your leash quietly from under my bed. i watched as you rubbed your eyes and blink at the dim hallway light glowing at the cracked bedroom door. “come on, just be quiet.”

you tip toed out of the bedroom and glanced back at the lump in the bed snoring. you knew we were going into the guest bedroom next door. you watched as i smiled back at you to turn off the hallway light and you found your place on the floor by the futon. the room was dimly lit with swaying flames from a solo candle. it wasn’t for romance or ambiance, it was merely for a non-invasive light source.

“you have to be quiet tonight. he doesn’t know you were here tonight.” you nod your head in agreement. “i know you get off on hearing us, i want you to lick his cum from my cunt.” i sit down at the edge of the futon and spread my legs wide. “clean me pet.” i whisper. “when i mean quiet, i mean the both of us, do you understand?” you nod with understanding.

you stare at the slight glisten of the cum dripping out of my cunt and slowly oozing down. it didn’t matter what you were licking out of me as long as it was my cunt your tongue was touching. you took that long big swipe to get the bulk of the cum choked down. you keep thinking every time it would get easier to lick another man’s cum from my cunt but it never does. there is always a slight gag but you have managed to conceal that for my arousal’s sake. a moan starts to stir in my throat. the stress of “being quiet” starts to race in your mind. “it’s not too loud yet” you think in your mind.

your tongue pushes inside to suck what lingers deep inside my wet cunt. “fuck,” i whisper while letting out a gasp. you know it will only get louder from this point on. you push two fingers inside my mouth as you suck and lick. your tongue moving in out as it fucks me clean. i bite down on your fingers hard stifling a loud groan. you hiss into my cunt and you can feel the chuckle in my throat. “bitch” you think. your other finger sneaks inside my cunt to search for more cum, but we both know you can’t help yourself but to feel that soft, tight cunt wrap tightly around you searching finger. my body starts to buck against your finger and now the fingers that were buried inside of my mouth have turned to your hand covering my mouth. the fast and hard breathing from my nose only implies my arousal and need to just scream. you can feel it building in my throat. one finger turns into two fingers digging my tightness. my body tenses and shakes and you know you hit that spot as your thumb glides over my clit. now three fingers and you feel that flood covering your fingers and into your palm. your hand releases my mouth, bring your finger to your mouth and let me watch you lick my cum from your fingers. my hand darts between my legs to rub my clit as i watch you slowly lick and savor my juice. you smile and your head disappears into my cunt to lick me clean.

“fuck me” i whisper.

i watch your head dart up to meet my eyes. you look surprised. “really?” you question.

“no, i wanted to see if you were paying attention.” i snicker quietly. i push my finger into your mouth as you lick it eagerly. i move my finger in and out and pull with a small pop from your lips. “no, baby, but i want you watch you jack off on to my cunt and lick it clean.”

you don’t even question my request. your hand starts to pump fast on your rigid cock. “slower” i hiss. “i know how you are baby, you cum slow for me tonight. you cum when i tell you to.”

i watch you force yourself to slow down. to make it even harder i spread my legs wide and start to rub my cunt and finger fuck myself. i watch the concentration in your eyes as you try to keep from cumming. i know it is torture for you and i have made you wait so long to cum. i take my foot and kick your balls semi-hard and you double over with your cock in hand. “mmmm you like that?” i whisper.

“yes, grace.”

“ok baby, cum for me right on my clit.”

without a second to reconsider or tell you to stop your cock head pressed against my clit and i feel your hot cum spill out and run down to my asshole. “goddamn baby,” i whisper as i rub your cum over my clit. i feel your tongue press against my asshole and move upward to lap up the warm cum. i shove my finger into your mouth again when you get to my clit. “goddamn baby.” i whisper breathless.

“come on i have to get to bed.” i slowly get up and smile down at you on your knees. “you are a good pet baby, so special. make sure you sleep under my side of the bed tonight. i don’t want him to catch you in the closet in the morning.” you nod you head as you follow behind me and take your place under the bed.

it had been tense between us. the lack of sex and the increase in holiday stress only made it bitter. i didn’t want him and he pushed himself on top of me and kissed me. immediately i was this junkie that needed that desperate hit. i wanted to devour him right there as i clawed at him wanting him to take me with force.

i could feel him push my panties to the side as his fingers traced my lips. he forced two inside of me and my back arched with my groaning. it has been so long that i wanted to savor this sensation of being taken with this primal need. he flipped me over pushed my head into the bed and forced my legs apart. i feel the cool head of my dildo making its way inside of me as i grunted as he thrust it inside of me. in and out with a hard and paced rhythm, i wasn’t getting enough. this state of arousal did not make me yelp at this hard hits to my ass as he molested my cunt. it only added fuel to the fire and made me want more and more. my body was starving, it had been much too long. i pushed against his thrusts with this eagerness of a recharged nympho on crack. he hissed obscenities at me and i let his words go straight to my cunt.

he pulled me to the floor by the hair. “masturbate you bitch.” i grind and push against the floor and watch a scarf go past my face around my neck. he hovered over me as he strangled me till i came. i felt the world get dizzy and my orgasm slowed down. i felt it hitting the peak and my body jerked violently as i came. he let go of my scarf i my head fell to the ground as i panted. i always secretly wish for a mark around my neck when i gather myself. but, we have it figured out in such a way that i hardly get marks around my neck.

something that E told me has stuck in my mind during a long drive. “it is only a matter of time before i stick a needle in your ass and then move on to cut you.”

i responded to him with, “i know.”

i woke up in the morning and realized that i had enough of playing this “human june cleaver” type these past weeks. i felt the more i was running around playing “normal” the more i was getting enraged inside. one would never guess it with my constant smile and positive thinking, but inside it was eating away at me like a cancer. i needed a release from this.

i pulled the open the closet door and V sat up squinting at the light. i unhooked his leash and yanked him forward. i could feel his eyes boring under my skirt and at my bare ass. i stopped and looked back at him, “stop it you fucking slut.” i pulled him forward hearing him choke on the collar. i grinned slightly as i heard him fighting back making a sound. we make our way into my bedroom.

“sit.” i bark.

he sits on the floor by the bed and i let the leash fall beside him. i walk forward to the bed and rest against the edge letting my skirt hike up my thighs. i stare straight into his eyes daring him to look at my cunt. instead he stares to the side of my face.

“what’s wrong with you pet?” i hiss. i stare even more intently seeing the fear form on to his face. “your cock isn’t even hard, why won’t you stare me in the eyes?”

he shrugs at me forcing his eyes into mine and darts away as i pierce them.

“come here, come sit next to me.” i pat the bed next to me. i can see his hesitation. “come on V, i want to spend…some time with you.” i say as calmly as i can. i try not to display the clenching of my teeth or the rage that is about to explode from me.

i watch him move on to the bed ever so steadily. “mmmm that’s a good pet. now kneel and straighten your back baby.” i place my hand on his head and move it down his back raking my nails down his spine. i fight the urge to just dig in and rip him apart and bleed for me. i watch the pink lines form like a stripe down the center of his back. i can see the muscles tense and flinch at the slight pain.

i stare down at his soft cock. fuck, he can tell. “why aren’t you hard pet? what’s wrong with you today?” i grab hold of his cock and massage it trying to get the blood flowing and get hard. i am getting frustrated and furious. i want to rip him to shreds as i fight the urge to abuse him with my tension. i do my best not to use him as a human punching bag when i have a bad day. perhaps i have to draw the line somewhere but at times, there are no lines. before i can control it i yank his cock out of frustration, he is not getting hard fast enough for me. i hear him cry in his throat trying to contain the noise.

my teeth clench and i fight a snarl in my lip. “did you say something slut?” he shakes his head quietly. my nails start to dig into his cock and i want to pierce the flesh so it burns as he grows hard. i keep the digging at a constant pain. i pull him towards me so my face is inches from his. “what the fuck is wrong with you?” i growl. “have i left you alone too much that you are jaded slut? huh?” i am testing him urging him to cry out so i can have the slightest excuse to unleash on him.

i start to feel his cock harden in my grasp. i smile darkly at him. “such a goddamn pain slut V.” i push three fingers into his mouth and force his mouth open. i let the saliva build in my mouth as i spit it straight into the back of his throat. his alarmed reaction caused him to gag a little as he swallowed it down promptly. i shot another wade and he swallowed immediately. “goddamn V you better not make me have to fucking train you all over again. that would really fucking piss me off right now. i might as well get a more obedient slut.” i fume.

i watch him shrink away. goddamn him, to get my point across i raise my hand and smack him square on the left hand side of his face. i can see the hurt in his face as his eyes glass over. i am so infuriated at this point i don’t feel remorse or human. i feel like me seeping out ten fold.

“yes pet, give me those tears. the one thing from your body you haven’t given to me yet. go ahead slut cry for me.” i roar. my hand rips across his face again darkening the red hand print. i hit harder trying to snap his head from his neck. the tears start to run down his face.

i grab his throat and squeeze as tear drops drip on to my flesh. i feel my skin burning them away. i push him back into the bed and straddle him in one sweeping motion. i lick the path of tears that have stained his face in a carnal manner. my rage has surfaced to my face and i am no longer able to conceal it. my teeth bared, clenched hissing in and out from between my teeth as my lips are curled with concentrated anger. i choke him starring him straight in the eyes. i watch his eyes big, watery and scared just daring him to push me away. his eyes start to flutter and i pull away making a fist hitting him square in the eye. he cries out with pain and surprise and dig my nails into his chest ripping into his flesh. i watch his blood slither out slowly. uncontrollably my cunt gets wet at the bloody sight.

“you’re a goddamn mess V.” i moan. i pull off of him, reach over to the nightstand and grab a cock ring and scalpel. “put this on.” i command as i toss the cock ring at him. i can see the puzzle and shock on his face. so many times we have talked about me killing him and knowing i have never asked him to wear a cock ring i can see the fear in his face. i watch his hands shake as he pushes it on his hard cock.

“good.” i calmly say as i straddle him again. i lean forward putting my mouth to his ear. “it is what we both want in the end…isn’t it baby?” i coo into his ear delicately. i can feel his cock jerk. i sit upward staring at the small blood stains on my shirt. i grimace as i pull the scalpel down the center of my shirt cutting it open. i pull it off and throw it to the ground. his eyes stare at me and i can feel his cock twitching against my ass.

“such a fucking slut baby.” i growl. i take small swipes at his chest with the scalpel. he stops flinching and hissing in pain after the first few. i watch the blood pool from the various random cuts. i push his cock inside of me and sink him deep in me as i run my fingers and palms through the bloody mess. i pull up and down hard with rage and bend forward to rub against the blood smearing into our flesh. i fuck him with a violent desperation. i can hear grunts pulling into his throat and i hiss at him as i slap him again on the face. his eye is starting to swell from the earlier punch and darken into a bruise. my hands wrap around his throat as i feel my orgasm welling inside of me. my rage escapes through my tight grasp as his face darkens and eyes bulge. “this is what we talked about right baby? me killing you while i fuck you. letting you be my dead fucktoy for a few days.” right when i am coming i start to beat into his chest with my fists. my fury fills the room and i watch him pass out. i lay down against his chest heaving with my heart racing as i feel his heart pound into the side of my head.

i pull off his cock and take a shower. i watch his blood run off my skin, mix with a swirl with the water and run down the drain. i get out of the shower and take a wet washcloth with me as i wipe V down. i stare at the bruises on his face and chest. i wipe away the dried blood from the various cuts on his body. his cock still stands hard and straight. my hand goes to my cunt and i rub till i am wet. i drop my robe to the floor and straddle him starring at his beaten and cut up body. i feel more relaxed as i fuck him again and feel every inch of him inside of me. my cunt flutters as i start to come and dig my nails into his stomach. i fall off in exhaustion and lay beside him watching his chest rise and fall steadily.

“thank you baby.”

read “his” side here

it seems to be that time of year again when all of a sudden there isn’t enough time to fuck. i was doing christmas cards this afternoon when E comes in with a hardon asking me, “do you need to those with that many clothes on?”

my body is exhausted and sleep deprived. i really do not answer as he puts his hand over my cunt and grabs through the jeans. this in and out with a grab happens several times.

“you know the longer you make me wait, the more violent i will become.” he keeps hissing at me all day. it is not that i am making him wait. i am forced to make him wait with all of these things to do.

the final “in” he pushes my jeans off and bends me over the bed. he presses his hard on right against my ass and fuck i can feel him so hard through the thin fabrics. he presses and presses to the point i think he could fuck my ass right then. he pushes my panties to the side and i can hear his zipper going down. he pushes his cock inside of my not-so-ready cunt and my eyes close. it has been so long and i keep having this rushing feeling wave over me over and over. i can’t come and i don’t drench. my mind just won’t let me enjoy this fully till i get my “list” done. dammit.

as much as i love the holidays, i also get a little grumpy just because i never allot enough time to do what i need to do each year. yeah it’s my fault but i need to write in “get fucked” a few times on that list so i don’t forget what that is like.

to all of my fellow deviant bloggers and loyal readers, i wish you a very twisted holidays. because once i am done with this looming list, i plan on ending the year with a bang or two. be safe, be happy and for god’s sake be naughty. life is too short to be hung up on right and wrong. i am all for hedonism with a touch of selflessness. so, as you take what is rightfully yours whether it is a cock or cunt or even both, please make sure to give to those in need (wow gracie with a voice of humanity, shhhh). happy holidays from gracie’s playground and hopefully you will see me around soon real soon (cursing this “list”).

i sat across from you with my legs crossed. i had just gotten off work. you
sat there with your pants pulled down and shirt off, hand was slowly
stroking up and down on your hard on. i glared into your eyes with a stone
look waiting for you to look away, it only took seconds before you glanced
towards the ground.

“why do you look away from me?” i ask sternly.

there is silence before you voice squeaks as you clear your throat on the
first word, “i-i, don’t know, grace.”

“are you ashamed or guilty that you are such a goddamn slut?”

“n-no, grace.”

“then why?”

more silence. your mind must be racing and i grin out the corner of my mouth
as you slowly look upward towards my eyes again. “sometimes, i feel you see
right through me, like you can read my thoughts.”

“yeah?”

“yes, grace.”

“well, it is easy to know what a pet wants, simple minds with simple needs.
but we both know that don’t we?”

“yes, grace.”

“oh V, you know me better then that. if it weren’t for that fucked up mind
of yours, you wouldn’t be here now.” you nod quietly with a small grin. “i
want you to grab what is in the top drawer of my desk.”

your eyes get big as you turn the chair to face the desk. you slide open the
top drawer slowly. there sitting with nothing else is a shiny exacto knife.
your cock twitches as you slip it into your hand, close the drawer and turn
back towards me.

“it’s brand new,” i say.

you shake your head up and down in agreement as your cock throbs.

“take off the lid.”

you pull the plastic lid from the tip and stare at the fresh shiny point.
your cock jerks and you shift slightly.

“do you know what i want you to do?”

“yes, grace.”

“tell me.”

“you want me to cut myself for you.”

“where?”

“here.” you take the blade to the base of your cock and start to press the
edge into your flesh making a solid yet delicate cut. “hsssssss.” you
breathe in as your flesh parts for the blade and pull it out as you take in
a deep breath. the cut yields a pink line that grows to a dark red as your
cock pulses.

“mmmmmm, look at you bleed for me.” my legs come undone as i readjust in my
seat. my hand pushes between my legs to rub my clit through the jeans.

“goddamn.” you whisper as you already forgotten about the pain as you stare
hypnotically at my finger rubbing.

i push out of my seat walk in front of you and slap! “did i fucking tell you
to stare at my cunt?”

snapping to a harsh reality with a throbbing sting to to the left hand side
of your face you answer quickly with, “no”.

“uh huh, that’s what i thought slut.” i spit at you. i walk back to my chair
and sit back down, legs crossed again. “now, i want you to lick that blade
clean.”

“yes, grace.” you whimper as you bring the blade flat against your tongue
and slide it off. the blood mixes with your saliva as you close your mouth.

“lick the blood from your cut.”

“yes, grace.” you look down at the pooling blood. your finger swipes slowly
along the cut. you bring your finger up to your mouth, push it in and suck
your finger clean, in and out like a cock.

“no matter what i do to you or you do for me, you just get off on it. the only true way i can remotely punish you is completely ignore you. you get off on the pain, the torment, even when i ignore you in plain sight. but, to just cut you off and not hear a peep from me, well that is when you hurt huh? can’t see, touch, hear, smell or taste me.”

“yes grace.” you pull your finger out of your mouth looking down as your face starts to flush. yet, not catching up with the red hand print on the left hand side of your face.

“you’re a piece of work V. now go and clean and shave. i want to carve my initials into your flesh and i want a clean slate.”

“goddamn grace.” the exacto knife falls from you hand to the ground as your face is in shock.

“what?” i snap.

“uh, i-i meant…yes grace.” as you bend forward to pick up the exacto knife and push the lid back on.

“well?” i glare.

“i’m sorry grace, going now.” you scramble from your seat towards the bathroom.

a small smile forms on my face. i know oh i know how the thought of me marking you is such a dark cloud over your head, yet, i know how much of a turn on it is. the conflict that must be playing in your mind as you wash off the dried blood from the cut you inflicted upon yourself and then pressing a razor to your flesh to shave yourself clean for me. so, i sit there in my chair waiting wondering at one point you attempt to object to this permanent marking, or will you?