WARNING: what you are about to read is more graphic then usual. you have been warned.

she was laying on the ground huffing through her wet panties that i had shoved inside of her mouth. a bright red hand print was glowing under her tears. helpless, she laid beneath me completely stripped of clothing and shaking. i lost my patience with her begging for forgiveness for coming without permission. the one rule that makes me venomous, don’t come without permission. a rather simple and easy rule to follow. however, when you tell a slut to abide by such a rule it turns into a fatal challenge. tonight she lost the battle.

“i expect you to make this up to me.” i calmly said after i counted to ten in my head after slapping her square across the face. i straddled her legs closed hovering above her to stare into her face.

she whimpered through the black lacy panties in her mouth and nodded her head up and down. her lips were trembling and the tears were staining her pretty white flesh. the red lipstick that she put on heavily had smeared and blended with the hand print, the mascara was starting to bleed and she still looked beautiful to me.

my face closed in on hers as i could feel the heat of my slap radiating from her cheek. i licked a stream of tears up to the corner of her eye. the whimpering started to taper and i place my lips near her ear.

“i want you to stop crying and pull yourself together my fuckdoll. i want you well aware of what i am about to do to you. it is about time we make this union more official. i am going to mark you my love.” i whispered into her ear with grave seduction. i could feel her cunt press upward towards my core. i gave a throaty laugh. “well, there is no objection and after this, no safe word for you to blurt out.”

i moved off of her to fetch my pretty shiny tools from the drawer in my room as i left her laying on the ground like a discarded object. when i returned she was exactly where i had left her. she hadn’t moved an inch. i wondered if fear was riddling her blood as she was mentally preparing for what i was about to do to her.

“spread your legs,” i said when i reached her feet.

her legs quickly spread for me revealing the dildo still lodged inside of her bare cunt. i sat between her open legs.

“i wonder when you became such a slut. i even wonder more at what point you decided you were going to just give in to me.” i opened the slender box and pulled my scalpel out.

she looked at me with such content and i gave her the look of love and passion. i have always wanted her and to have her was quite a prize for my patience of playing the game of cat and mouse with her.

my eyes moved back to her sopping wet cunt and her clit was still engorged. a grin formed, she wanted this and hasn’t backed down one bit. she knew if she didn’t want this she could have pulled the panties from her mouth and left me. i never restrained my sluts because i insisted on 100% obedience from them. there was essentially always a way out but that also meant the union would be dissolved.

i bent down, watched her flat stomach concave and her ribs push out. i smelled her sex and flicked her clit with my tongue. her body convulsed and her skin started to crawl with goosebumps. i tore the alcohol prep from its packaging and starred down at her hairless cunt. i focused on my new blank canvas looking for the right spot. i rubbed the cool, smelly cloth on the right side of her cunt below the pelvic bone. her body jerked at the sudden sensation as her head was propped up watching me work.

to be continued.

her name is Sin. i met her through her boyfriend and i had a bit of a crush on her since i locked eyes on her. quickly we became friends and then it started to branch into the sexual realm. i thought she was innocent and sweet, well she is. but, i learned that her sexuality matched mine and then the crush grew.

the somewhat innocent emails grew rather filthy quickly. i wondered if my desire to molest and rape her would turn her off…no. i wondered if my desire to stuff, stretch and use all of her holes would make her turn away…no.

she wants to be my fuckdoll, my fucktoy. goddamn, is all i can say and yet my mind rushes into a flurry of scenes. i want to lick her tears from her face after she screams and cries out for me to stop my torment on her gorgeous body. i want to mark her like my territory to give her something to remember me by.

i think i have met my ultimate female match and now i want to fuck her, own her, hurt her and love her.

since this is a lot longer then i anticipated i decided to just make this its own post to the “Seven Random Facts” tag.

as each question filtered in, they all really made me think. i appreciate those that participated and honestly thought i was going to get tougher questions. i guess you guys let me off the hook this time around.

1. Tom ( a faithful reader) asked: What is your favorite manifestation of obeisance/ gratitude (they’re one in the same, no?): whimpering pain, blood, or something else?

Tom talks about the dominant streak i have within me. for some reason my blog has been labeled as a “submissive” blog but that is not entirely true. i am a switch and this recently has come about in the past year or so.

so to answer your question Tom, it is rather hard to say. i love when my sub gives me 100% control without limitations. the most intimate of obeisance/gratitude would be blood. giving your life source i think is the ultimate form.

2. Needle.Freak (seems to be a new set of eyes on the blog) asked: I’m assuming you haven’t, your entire life, always been able to have multiple orgasms. How have you been able to achieve these on a somewhat regular basis?

simply put, no. i have not had multiple orgasms in quite some time actually. i will have them minutes apart but not like the ones i recall years ago. all though i have had some very long drawn out orgasms lately that have been quite memorable. usually toy induced and with a phone glued to my ear.

3. Woodinhand (who i call W) greedily asked: guys are asked if they are ‘tit guys’ or ‘ass guys’ or even some of us can cream over the look of a women eyes – what turns you on most about a man? and what physical act have you never experienced but would like to?

the first question is very hard for me to answer and i kept thinking about it over and over. i am a mentally aroused creature so this is going to sound very out of the ordinary. the kind of guy that ultimately turns me on are “Alpha Males”. i can spot them a mile away and i absolutely love them. the way they talk and compose themselves makes my cunt wet.

if i must pick some kind of physical attribute it would be the eyes. eyes that are piercing and can fuck mine effortlessly. i have had this experience before it was rather mind blowing to me.

to answer your greedy second question W, hmmmm. that would be my lover cutting me. that is all i will say on that subject.

4. Kitty (a new found blogger) also greedily asked: Do you feel your blog reflects the REAL you? Or is there so much more that we don’t know?Are you married?

my blog reflects my sexuality and perhaps SOME personal attributes. there are many facets to me as i am sure there are to most sex bloggers. i am a really dark person with a dark sense of humor. i am an artist, devoted to my family (also known for being the glue) and i am a contradiction as i can be very quiet and very talkative. the sex you read about on my blog is very real. so yes, there is so much more that the average reader does not know about me.

yes i am married to a wonderful man that is love and life to me. however, our marriage is not conventional by any means. i have been with this man since the age of 16 and i am 31 now.

5. Chilli (seems to be a new set of eyes on the blog) asked: You first had sex when you were 18 and you’re married to that man. Yet you’ve had sex with 3 men. Do you fantasize a lot about fucking other men or mostly about your own man?

I FANTASIZE A LOT ABOUT FUCKING OTHER MEN. as a matter of fact that is all i think about when i think about sex. if i read a man that arouses me then he engulfs my mind. when i am out in public i always wonder what sex would be like with that guy or this guy. my mind is a fertile ground of men i want to fuck.

6. NC (a faithful reader amongst other things) asked: What’s better…seeing man cum, hearing a man cum, or watching and hearing a man cum?

to be honest all of the above since i have been utterly aroused by all of those acts. if a man if vocal with his orgasm i love to hear it and i think that could be the better out of the three. it seems to be the one that i have been experiencing more recently and i always come when i hear HIM cum.

7. Mark (a new found blogger) asked: What is your quirkiest physical attribute?

since Mark revealed his quirk to me, i decided to try to answer this. again i had to give this much thought and all i could come up with is my eyes changing colors. i have hazel eyes but onlookers have witnessed them changing colors before their eyes and they get rather freaked out about it. E claims my eyes change based on my mood (green for when i am horny) and i will just take his word for it.

Hardin at The Sensuous Libertine has decided to tag me with the latest meme running around called “seven random facts”. i have done something similar in the past with: six wicked me’s.

me being who i am i decided to change the rules since i am sure of the almost 2 years of blogging i have revealed many random facts about myself. so i am going to leave my seven random facts to you: ask me a question and i will answer it.

i will pick out the 7 questions left in the comments of this post and i will add on to the bottom of this post the question and the answer. i will not answer questions about my physical appearance, location or job. so have fun with it.

the water ran down my aching flesh. i felt my soaked hair cling down my back my eyes were closed. i opened them and he slipped into the shower with me.

“what’s happening short stuff?”

i starred at him like a drenched puppy. he picked up the bar of soap and i turned to face the wall under the pouring water. my back arched and ass pushed outward towards him. i felt his soapy hands roam over my sore muscles. my eyes closed again, my lips parted and my hands pushed against the wall to hold me up. his hands traveled in unison on opposites sides of my body from my ass, up my hips, onward to my back, lingering at my breasts, under my arms and ending at my hands glued to the wall.

the shower head moved away from my head as he rinsed the soap from my body. one hand glided into my folds and i prayed for him to slip inside of me. i prayed and prayed, instead the shower head crept between my legs. i pushed down against it while the water stimulated my nerve endings. his free hand reached around to tug at my nipple and his mouth clamped on the flesh of my shoulder blade. i moaned as he bit down harder and growled. my body shook as his teeth dug deeper into my flesh while the shower head pushed firmer against my cunt. my knees betrayed me as my body jerked to the orgasm. my face met the wall as i caught my breath.

my hand slipped between my legs to feel the wetness and my face cracked a slight grin of satisfaction.

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i laid in a bed of wetness panting with exhaustion.

“do you want to wash up?”

suck in a breath, “yess.” suck in a breath.

“look at what you did to me,” he growled when i found my way into the bathroom.

i starred at his back. i saw the indentations of my nails along with broken skin. “i am not sorry for what i did, you deserved it.”

he laughed at me as he adjusted the water in the tub. i kissed the cuts on his back and slipped into the tub. i watched him soap up a wash cloth he looked funny.

“what’s wrong?”

“i am fucking tired, you beat the shit out of me and i fucked the shit out of you.” i smiled as the washcloth traveled around his cock and balls. “we don’t have sex or make love, we fuck.”

“is that so?”

“yeah.”

i know that is not entirely true. but i let him bask in his testosterone high.

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i laid there crying after telling him i was going to come. the phone was glued to my ear. there was several moments of what felt like verbal chaos. then i heard him cum. when i heard his moans and words filling my ear i couldn’t help but shove the vibrator against my burning clit. i had to come with him, i had to because he sounded so wonderful. it lasted for so long that i wish i could have recorded his orgasm.

when the eruption of noises ceased between us i laid there legs spread panting like a cock starved slut. i was breathless and couldn’t talk. if anything i just wanted to be at his side so i could hear his heart racing back to normal.

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i may be weary, but i am still hungry.