Sperm Drain
You kneel at my feet, saliva and sperm drying in strands across your face and the remnants of elegant makeup streaked down your cheek in an obscene parody of tears; visual testaments to my sadism. You’re naked of course, and your hands are tied crudely behind your back with nylon rope. You struggle to hold my hot filth in your pussy, because you know if you leak, the punishment will be severe.
I catch my breath after disgracing you internally and externally, and I stand over you with a fist full of your hair.
“Thank me for raping you, Cunt.” I spit the words in your face.
“… …thank you,” you whisper meekly, as your eyes shift away from mine and fixate on some distant point on the carpet. You look at anything but me; you focus on anything at all, but not my gaze.
It’s not good enough though. I want to be praised for breaking you. I want you to acknowledge your abuse. I want you to feel like a hole. Like a condom. A sperm drain.
I grip you tightly under your chin and turn your face to mine.
“Who… are you thanking? And… for what?” I demand
I speak slowly so the threat in my voice settles somewhere deep inside you.
“Look me in the eye while you answer, Cunt.”
The eye contact seems to hurt you more than the beating I gave you.
“Thank you… for raping me… Sir.”
Each word is torture. It’s the most difficult sentence you’ve ever uttered.
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Posted on January 28, 2012, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.
Clearly I am a twisted soul. This made me hot. I’m ok with this.
I’m glad; it’s a controversial little piece and the reaction has been muted. Any praise I’ve received has been in text, email or DM. No one will publicly admit liking it, apart from you!
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I’m a controversial kind of person. I’ve written my own controversial pieces. My submission knows no limits, only because she hasn’t found them yet. I am, as they would say, an open book waiting to have her pages filled.
Your words make me feel so so strange. They’re addictive, but not exactly enjoyable – and fucking hard to explain. Please continue…
I will continue. And if my words make you feel anything at all, even if it’s confusion, I’m succeeding.
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I love it! but, because of my age and the social environment I’m in, it is nearly impossible to find a guy who I can tell “hey I want you to rape me” without it being ridiculously theatrical, or even scaring them off. I want to be completely submissive, I am a total control freak but I want someone ballsy enough to relinquish me of that. I guess an American college town is not exactly the right place to start looking. I will say your blog is a little slice of what it could be.
Hi there, and thanks for your brilliant comment.
It’s a difficult topic and a difficult topic to discuss, but there are a few of us around who aren’t scared to say it. I even had some other sex writers tell me I’ve crossed the line here, but I don’t think I have, and your comment proves it.
It’s always so fascinating to me to here so many submissive girls identify themselves as control freaks. You’re certainly not alone.
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