Erotic Evadne

Bloody toes and blessed beginnings

2012-01-02T13:33:00.000-08:00

c's feet trembled as she stepped gingerly along the pavement. her hope was to get home as expediently as possible. she had only slept for brief moments in the night. The power of what had transpired had engulfed her and she thrashed like a fish out of water, pulling the cheap cotton sheets of their temporary room all about. Every inch of her body ached from pulls and turns and twists of a dark dance. her jaw tingled from being slapped about, her orifices felt robbed and purged and open to His power still.

Though her knees quaked she kept her step solid and determined. A buzzing resonated through her entire body, but she knew she needed to get home soon. Being taken in such a way had left her empty in the most pleasant way, and she longed to bathe to tend to her lashes and scratch marks and reflect on the night. Furthermore, she had left the house dressed in a provocative light, and the transparent top, leggings, mini, and heels did not serve her nearly as well in the harsh morning light. The outfit had been a perfect vehicle for getting her where she wanted to go, but showed all of her vulnerabilities even more as the bright sun exposed her sensitivities and bruises.

What a stark contrast from the night before, where she had hungered for the darkness. Late in the evening she had whirled and turned all about in on of her favorite dark places, writhing about and undulating like an eel, electric with libido and misfiring synapses. her chemicals had craved destruction, some sort of impetus, something to make her feel either dead or alive. she approached potential lovers only to be scorned, or at times to grind her own heel into their heart, laughing like a child as she strew the bloody bits about and stomped in a fiery dance.

But all of those childish thoughts stilled as He entered the room. she watched from the back, turning from tiger to rabbit, as He glided by. His energy was so masculine, and yet his strength made him so graceful that it was a beautiful, compelling thing. she couldn't decide whether she would rather watch him from afar and enjoy the pain of her longing, or whether she would approach such a raging fire and risk becoming engulfed in the flames of what she did not understand.

Though childlike, the girl was never timid. Soon she approached, and once they locked eyes and touched hands she knew she wanted to offer something deeper than anything that she could understand.

A blur of words and whispers and curling and furling smoke led to a panicked gate. she trotted along beside him, trying to maintain composure but tottering like a wind-up doll as she became overwhelmed with both agony and ecstasy at just the mere anticipation.

It was late at night and there were many a sinister character about, but none paid them heed. As they crept into a dark hallway, He gave her a name so that He could call for her, "c". she had always been an oddity, something beyond what people were comfortable putting a label on, and the ease at which He took her name overwhelmed and excited her.

The rest of the evening always played back in her head as flashes of light rather than linear time. To this day, she still smiles with the memory of cries of agony that turned into devotion, searing pain that brought her to an elevated state that she could never return from again. she was twisted and turned and broken down, but never broken. The void inside of her, the secret threats that had been eating away at her soul, became helpless in his arms. The promises of something more became irrelevant; in actuality, there was nothing more than this. Her hair had been pampered and treasured so that it could be wrenched and twisted, her makeup had been painted on so that it could be smeared all over her face, those tears that she never could feel suddenly became healing waters, flowing all over her body as she begged for more pain.

Even in the middle of the maelstrom she felt cradled and safe though. Never before had someone wanted to push into her ugly side, her dark, side, and show her it was beautiful. That's why even the harshness of the morning light could not hurt her for long. Because now, every time she walked, He was there. Whether their bodies were beside each other or on other planets, His power and pain would resonate in her both inside and out.

she arrived home and pulled off her pretty heels. The lining of them was crimson with blood. her toes were swollen from the miles she had walked home in her evening attire. They seared with pain at each touch, but she poked and prodded and smiled to herself for quite awhile before she let the clear bath water help it dance down the drain.

the evolution of a dream

2011-12-17T10:39:00.000-08:00

I assemble your arms and the pulleys and levers
weigh heavily on the beams of your esteem as
you crumble and sink I drink up the pain
as you roll in the dirt I see what I gain

The lash of a tongue along the lip
of the top of a knee-high boot
with worship and aggression the sweat
bleeds around the edges, mingling and
destroying your senses

Then flashes of red as I grab hold of your head
dribble over my eyes and manifest in my spit
I watch you burst into flames as the droplets
give you a moment of peace

The pieces are fragments of the illusion, the
trace of your scent in my nose tells me that
ghosts are more real than I ever may hope to be
They leave trails of blue smoke that resemble the water,
pouring over my face as I bathe in the brilliant moon.

Thrive

2011-12-09T12:19:00.001-08:00

When I looked at you I saw angles and lines...a strong structure with beautiful architecture. Your face was a summation of all of the parts that I could not see at the surface, and yet they were so apparent.

I liked reclining in the dark, watching you from a position where I was still invisible, cloaked in the thick sweet smell of the room. I felt as though I had hunched down and was preparing to stalk my prey, and you were the agile gazelle, oblivious to both me and your beauty.

The bend of your knees and the tension of your gait showed just how tightly wound you were. Each time the ball of your foot curled down onto the ground I felt a trembling tenacity echoing from your step. Perhaps you were more of a colt, finding a sure footing amongst all of the predatory stares.

Perhaps you were none of those things yet, but I knew what I wanted to bring out of you. I crept along the wall, drawing closer, thriving off of your hesitation and excitement.

Finally I emerged and converged with your line of sight. As our eyes locked, my lips curled into a sinister smile. I could feel you choking on the sweetness already.

My fingers looked long and tapered in my elbow length gloves. The texture felt divine as I stepped into your space and ran my hand down your cheek. Your lips naturally pursed and I traced the bow of your lip. Your eyes seemed to glisten...could it be that you were ready to cry and surrender already.

Then I stared with more intention and realized that this was more of a lustful sort of daze...one that I wanted to drink up and indulge in. Your hands delicately encircled my waist, cradling it like a prized possession, and I tightened my grip, digging into your shoulders, tormenting you with whispers and threats.

I decided that it was time to get you alone. As we ducked away I reached for the top of my stockings. I had my beloved knife tucked away in its proper place. I removed my stockings, binding your arms with one and shoving the other into your mouth. The scent of my feet and perfume seemed to subdue you even further, and running the tip of my knife all over you made you tremble in such a delightful fashion.

At first, I was tracing so delicately that you could barely see the scratches...they were just gentle lines, a map etched onto your flesh for me to follow and explore. Your body was my temple to explore and pillage. It was beyond the point of accepting the offering you placed on my altar; I planned to consume you in flame and resurrect you.

Soon the tracing turned to deeper lines. Certain peaks and mounds became the perfect place to puncture, and beautiful red blossoms formed and pooled, kissing your cool flesh and igniting my passion. I was engulfed in your screams and absorbed in how your writhed and moaned. Your hips were telling a story in their struggle, and each painful pivot made me laugh with maniacal glee.

Everything that had been angular, linear, and perhaps harsh now seemed soft and radiant. As your face contorted in agony I felt your sweet escape. As my grip tightened and the blows hardened, I watched you transcend the pain. You twisted and turned but each motion was orchestrated by my touch. The blood had dripped down, soaking the nylons along with your sweat. I stopped to lick the beautiful mingling of flavors, tracing all of your essence with my tongue.

It was at that point you realized that you could not escape. Even if we had removed your visible shackles, you had found your true place, and I mine. Now I will kill you every night, just to resurrect you and have our beautiful bones dance and grind together.

Dark Place

2011-12-01T22:17:00.001-08:00

I am going to tear into your dark place

tooth and nail,

digging deep into the hollow with a

resounding sigh as I rip and

shred in a violently beautiful fashion

Each recess of your mind another cavern

to penetrate and drill with an uproar of

sounds as the light disappears and you

lead yourself astray

I will not regret the moment when

your beautiful bloom bursts and

bleeds purple patterns all over

this soft white wall

The imagery may evoke a side of me

that you fear but remember my dear

that as we break and shatter

I will draw you near

I am going to unravel the finely spun threads

woven in nets all over your true face

I am going to poke holes and punch walls

and destroy all in the name of your

dark place

She bleeds glitter

2011-11-29T11:56:00.001-08:00

Tired eyes with pixie dust settling on the

lower lashes bat and flit about, disoriented

in the din

My claws go in and pull and tear

malleable flesh that is smooth

a putty that I twist and pull and leave

on the floor

Layers upon layers unravel as she spins

Her hair floats around her like wings poised

to take flight.

Beautiful blood red glitter bounces down

peaks and pinnacles, splashing

and leaving impressions on perfect porcelain

I want to shatter it, I want to grind it

under my heel

until the pieces are so fine that

one cannot see them at all.

Locked away

2011-11-21T11:07:00.000-08:00

I love to trace my hand along your face when
you are locked away as per my
command
Watching your skin rise as I run my nails
down your neck, turning you up towards me
Silky layers upon layers
compressing an ache
that flushes your face
before I slap it
The key was mine
before I turned it into place
but the torture makes it
all the more
delightful.
I hold your hair and bury your face
and your muffled screams
are music to my ears

little bird: the story of a deliberately lost love

2011-11-07T09:20:00.000-08:00

Four or five years ago, or maybe just three
a little bird chirped but it seemed she sang
just for me
She seemed so fragile and as though she needed
a nest
so I opened my arms and allowed her
to rest
her weary brow on my chest.
But the singing turned to a minor key
when she ripped all of my hair from me
She tried to consume all that I had inside
whilst pretending that she took me for a ride
Still I held her close and heard that tiny heart
dancing,
slamming against her delicate bones
and her feathers were smooth and iridescent
Those of an angel, not those of a crone
But dark angels reside on this plane too
And sorrow fell throughout the land.
You see, the bird had opened up a gate
to a mystical command
Where we could play in a garden all day, wash the dirt
from our wings
and perhaps even stay
but as soon as I entered she flitted away
and used the golden hair from my head to entice snakes into the
room.
I never thought that something so powerful
in such a beautiful, ornamented box
would have sung such a song that still occasionally haunts me.

Five years of happiness, but I close my eyes and see
the sorrow in little bird's face.
Five years that exploded into existence with moments that seem
more like a lucid dream than
any memory.

I do not wish to ever see that little bird again; I have moved on to care for more passionate pets.

But I pray on the cold nights when she is resting in a bed of snakes, holding perfectly still, maintaining some sort of composure, she remembers that little birds may turn into black doves.

I felt closer to the ground today

2011-10-12T12:09:00.001-07:00

Because each and every step I took resonated through my body. Each step felt like a profound thud, vibrating through my existence, and it was because it reminded me of you...those pounding sensations brought up painfully beautiful memories

The way your body danced in pain, embracing it, feeling the ebbs and flows of my cruelty and giving me more and more. The way your beautiful glowing skin became bruised and marred, blossoming and blooming and pooling with each strike. It was pure elation.

I loved that I could pick you up and use you as my own personal dolly. Your limbs became an extension of mine with each bend and pose, and our dance was poetic. You surrendered completely, and the radiance of that leap throbbed and lit up the room.

Your lust for life was so contagious that I wanted to read you like a book. I wanted to see what each and every sensation would do to you, and then open you up and see what was inside. Before I knew it I was inside...fingers quickly turned into a fist, and we were in a beautifully brutal embrace. I could feel all of your energy pouring into me, and felt mine going into you. We pushed and pushed and at the end of the night, I felt more awake than I had in ages.

So much so that even today, with each thud, I remember.

Holy Communion

2011-10-05T23:55:00.000-07:00

It is just you and I. I feel your pulse quickening and watch your pupils change as my hand slides from your cheek, slowly working it's way down your shirt. I watch movements you do not even realize you are making, and each flicker seems as intricate as a ballet to Me.

I lift you up with My voice only to throw you down. your face looks so pretty on the floor, and as I stand there with My boot pressing your head to the cool ground, the victor relishing in the spoils.

I knew where I wanted you from the moment I locked eyes with you and saw the truth. Underneath that stern exterior was something so delicate and beautiful that if I could have physically extracted it from you it would have melted in My hands like spun sugar.

So instead W/we dance another dance. I crush you, bend you, break you, first slapping you into conscientiousness, then stretching you beyond your comfort. I love how each muscle twitches with both anticipation and agony, and how each time I pull you back with My voice you regain your composure.

I hold on to your edge and push and pull you like My toy, rejoicing in the motions and bludgeoning you with both punches and kisses. Bruises flower and tell a bit of the story, but I still thirst for more. I rake your flesh with metal, drawing lines all over your tenderized body, tilling My soil.

I know your scratches will fade and that your flesh will be clean once more. you are My sacrifice and My altar, and therefore My elation.

Pig head

2011-08-02T10:51:00.000-07:00

you were face down in the mud, kneeling waiting, and the flies buzzed around you.

you kept your eyes shut, knowing that any flinch would cause a ripple in time and inform Me of your deception. Those flies kept buzzing, screaming, and flitting about, though occasionally they would rest on your eyelashes. Still you kept in your place.

I stomped towards you in My leather boots, which hugged Me from ankle to thigh, creating a tough yet sensual second skin. Little droplets of mud flew and spattered with each step, creating pretty patterns along My path.

As I approached you, I could smell your fear. It was intoxicating, and gave Me the strength to raise My muddy boots and kick you, jolting you into present time. your little gasp as your face plunged all the way into the mud was endearing. The way they turned into squeals as I forced you around by your ears was even more fun. I think that you knew that no matter how loudly you screamed, My ears alone would hear it, but you still yelled as though I were exorcising demons from within you. I sat you up, holding you with My legs, and slapped the mud off of your face. I could see My hand on your cheek in a perfect print that you would feel for awhile.

you were easy to scoop up in your dazed state, and I soon had you tied to a tree. I took a hose and sprayed you down, washing off My toy so I could play with you some more later. It's a good thing that it was a hot day; you were likely to dry off fast in the sun. you were dripping in your ropes with hair all tangled and wild, and you looked so happy to be all clean again.

Still

2011-07-11T23:20:00.000-07:00

She stood there barely breathing, a perfect collection of angles and curves climbing and working in conjunction to make her almost statue-like in appearance

Though her body was perfect, a strand of hair fell over her eyes, making delicate curtains through which her quiet gaze still shone brightly. I tucked the disobedient strand behind her ear, locking eyes for a brief moment.

It was a cold night, and the room was dim. As I slid behind her and dug my fingers into her chin, I could feel the slightest shudder ripple through her body. I buried my hand in her hair, securing the nape of her neck, and dragged her down into the ground.

Her whimpers excited me. She was a captive rabbit and I the wolf, and the pace quickened as she began to slowly loose her composure. She had surrendered, but she did not fully understand what that meant quite yet...

I forced her face down onto the ground and then sat on top of her with my full weight, pinning her. She squirmed with both excitement and fear, and I began to smack her around. Soon beautiful, distinct hand prints rose up all over her writhing ass, and the vibrant colors made me want to paint her with beautiful bruises.

Despite the forcefulness of this moment, it was not a struggle against one another. We worked in conjunction to beat all of her demons out, to take this little girl and make her feel like a true toy. Her screams were melodious, and her tears were sweet. I enjoyed licking them up after I watched them trickle down her cheeks, making beautiful patterns in the silver light.

Once her face was clean of tears, I slapped that too. She thanked me as I reddened her cheek, and politely opened her mouth to receive my spit. I decided she had earned some hydration, and spat long strands down her throat.

Mistress's saliva revitalized her, so I decided to give her another tasty treat. I flipped my slut on her back and pulled her hair tight. I bent so my cunt was right over her face, and then pissed all over her. She missed quite a bit in her delirium, and so I mopped the floor with her hair.

In that quiet night she held still once more, piss-soaked and smiling like a little princess.

A quiet humming

2011-04-14T10:42:00.001-07:00

Strings stretched tightly but still lightly

singing with a precise, perfect pitch

the waves roll over the horizon

and envelop the subconscious simultaneously

pushing and pulling

This beautiful violence is poetic. The shrill shrieks...

the terror from that which seems

spontaneous and never-ending

The doorbell rings through hollow eyes
that are filled once more with redemption

Relish in the suffering and squalor and abandon ship

Drown the virtue, dash the purity against the jagged rocks

and bathe in blood.

Only then will you see what is happening. A quiet humming that starts out

softly but commands your attention.

This was always a part of you, but it took a creative, cathartic catastrophe

to finally set you free.

My golden nectar

2011-03-16T12:39:00.001-07:00

My pet had always been fascinated with golden showers, but too shy to ask for them. It shared this information with me tentatively, with its eyes cast towards the ground.

Those same eyes brightened when they looked up at my wicked smile. "You have taken a lot of pain to please me today," I said. I instructed it to crawl behind me as I lead it to a large tub. I could see goosebumps on its flesh as it realized what might be in store.

I put my pet into the tub and bound its arms and legs so that it was completely helpless. I loomed over it with a calculating grin, proclaiming "If you want a gift like this from me, you had better beg for it."

The desperate pleas were music to my ears. I could feel the longing; I could sense the anticipation of being covered with my warm piss overcoming my pet to the point of desperation.

I slowly removed my stockings, keeping my eyes locked with it the entire time. I could tell that I had a lot of pee to give, but took my time.

I started out standing at the end of the tub, near its feet. Slowly, I let a bit of urine trickle down, cascading against the tiles and teasing my pets toes. They began to beg even more desperately. I knew that once they saw that pretty stream from my perfect pussy, they would crave the taste of it.

The sadist in me decided to prolong their wait. I took a large step forward and squatted over their midsection. This time I let loose, and gushed my golden nectar all over their chest. It ran all over their most private areas, and began to pool in the tub. My pet was now bathing in my pee. It trickled towards their hair, and they began to look more and more like an animal who had been marked as territory.

"Show me how much you love it before I let you taste it," I said, and they did so enthusiastically. My urine became their life elixir. With my permission, they rubbed it into their face and all over their body, their skin shining with my special gift.

Once they bathed to my satisfaction, I moved towards their face. I still had a lot left in me, and decided it was time to fill their hungry mouth. They opened wide to catch every last drop, and I pissed right down their throat. It swallowed all that I gave it, and made gleeful noises as I deliberately "missed" their mouth and got even more in their eyes.

I stood there for a moment, surveying my property. They looked as if they had been reborn; vulnerable, wet, and filled with my energy. The territory had been marked.

Discipline

2011-01-31T10:40:00.000-08:00

Teeth so white they look

porcelain making perforations along

your skin like a pinwheel

droplets dancing in spiral configurations

Pulse points throb and impact turns you in directions

your eyes can never see but you know

it exists because
I bring you there

Love songs in a minor key on

a broken piano are rebuilt to become

tenacious war cries and the broken pieces

pierce the flesh

The pain is My composition and you lie

open like a book with bruises surfacing to help

you remember the permanent memories underneath.

Euphoria

2010-12-13T22:03:00.000-08:00

Those full, shining lips that purse

as I strike your face, saliva

mingling with tears yet

your smile is so endearing as I take hold of your

pretty hair

With you under My thumb, pinned

against the wall you look so free

elation in your eyes as I run My nails over your tender flesh

the porcelain color changing hue as red

lines indicate exact points

of where the next blows will fall

Underneath the cacophony

there is serenity

your screams become something feral, an animal

sigh breaking like glass shattering every last bit of

your rational world

you once told Me that you felt hollow but now I carve out
a semblance of meaning

you look like a queen taking

each and every twist and turn

The blood flows like wine and after your hair is soaked but

your eyes are shining and an omnipresent humming

fills the room with ecstasy.

Sir and I

2010-11-22T19:09:00.000-08:00

We flow together in perfect harmony. He ties the submissives hands and binds them tightly as I mutter threats that are soon to be realized in their ear. He begins to tease them with his flogger as I dig into their nipples with My nails and laugh at their screams.

Then we both pick up our weapons together and the lashes are continuous and brutal. Each of Us swings, bringing a flush to Our bottom's skin and we create a beautiful rhythm together. The room is silent save for the sounds of impact and the whimpering of Our prey.

THWACK

We begin to take turns, one working the front of Our toy and the other the back. Soon the redness turns to bruises and the moans turn into screams. Sir tilts their chin up and I lock eyes with them. I can see the burning desire to give us even more, and We decide to allow them the opportunity...

I can sense that if they could our sub would want Us to eat them alive, but instead We keep them guessing...keep them on the edge between pain and ecstasy. With great power comes great pleasure!

Before, During, and After

2010-11-20T20:37:00.000-08:00

Before W/we meet I dress Myself. I slowly roll and slide My translucent latex down My body. The texture and scent makes My nipples harden. I smooth the material until it becomes My second skin, and the curves of My body become more pronounced.

The lube glides over the garment, and I achieve a beautiful shine. I sweep My hair back, apply My lipstick with precision, and adorn Myself in jewels given to Me by a devoted follower. I look as regal as I feel. I smile at My reflection; the juxtaposition of My sweet face and the wicked thoughts lurking inside is quite entertaining.

During the first moment that you lay eyes on Me I can feel you begin to surrender. your posture straightens as you cast your eyes downward. I can sense how badly you need to give your power to Me, and I tilt your chin towards Me and lock eyes with you to let you know I am ready to take it.

Slowly, tortuously, I tie you to the cross. I see a blush spread all over you as I command you to present your most private areas to Me. I decide that you need to be the same hue all over, and quickly remedy this by slapping and scratching you. The twists and moans that I hear show Me the surprise you feel at just how painful My bare hands can be.

Soon you are writhing, screaming, and giggling all at once. I laugh along with you, but take great care in captivating you at the same time. I love the faces you make as I pull your hair with great force and I spit down your mouth.

you thank Me, begging for more of My precious spit. I decide to untie you, throw you on the ground, and only permit you more once I start tweaking your nipples while you are pinned underneath Me. The determination in your face is amusing; you are trying so hard to focus on catching and savoring every last drop.

I affix clamps all over you, laughing at your predicament. I love seeing sweet faces twisted in agony, and seeing your formerly smooth skin stretch and strain. To quiet your screams I shove My foot in your mouth. This allows Me to still have reach and whip each clamp off onto the ground.

After you have been pushed to your edge you are babbling and incoherent, drugged by My delicious sadism. I scoop you up and hold you like a child, and W/we sit, in peace, basking in O/our glory that W/we have created together.

Written by a friend for O/our session!

2009-12-23T12:05:00.001-08:00

SUMMARY

In a tropical jungle, a wild and savage She-Man lurks. She is a strong and beautiful amalgam of female and male: shapely muscular curves and a large phallus. She waits in the dark for her prey. A lone, lost hiker wanders into her domain. He will face a tragic fate. He will be pounded into submission by the much stronger She-Man, and drugged by a toxic goo that leaks from the jungle plants. When subdued, the victim will be towed by his much smaller phallus through the jungle by the She-Man to her lair. There she will force him to spend the night pleasing her, licking toxic goo off the insides of her thighs and the curve of her breasts. If he pauses, she will punish him by squeezing his balls with her paw, or crushing his torso with her pincer-like thighs.

In the morning, she will force him to crawl across a desert, pockmarked with vents spewing hot gasses, while she rides on his back. When he can crawl no farther, she will force him to lie over a vent, and thrust his middle down into the hot jet, castrating him.

THE TAKEDOWN, SUFFOCATION, AND DRUGGING

The She-Man waits, concealed on a ledge (the bed) until the lost hiker, his back turned to her, is within reach. Suddenly, she lunges. Before he knows what has hit him, an angry, grunting, savage mass has leapt onto his back. He tries desperately to remain on his feet. But the creature's arms are around his neck and her legs are entwined around his torso, squeezing him into submission. Her weight bears down on him. Inexorably, he sinks to the ground, the creature atop him.

Now the She-Man begins a devastating beating of the hiker. Sitting astride his chest, she bangs the side of his head with her arms and fists. Then she uses an even more powerful weapon to pummel him: she lifts herself off him, then crashes down upon his chest, using her buttocks as a battering ram to inflict massive punishment on his torso. Over and over and over again, she lifts herself up then crashes down. He cries out in pain, but his cries just incite her to crueler punishment.

When his struggles diminish, she begins to suffocate him. She covers his nose and mouth with her large hands. Her legs pin his arms to the ground, so he can only twist and turn his head in desperate effort to breath. He succeeds but only momentarily. He can only grab quick gulps of air before the suffocation begins again. The She-Man's object is not to suffocate her victim. It is to force him into a heaving, gasping victim, whose only thought is to get air. Now she can begin to drug him.

She applies toxic goo from the nearby jungle plants (yogurt) onto her huge phallus. These toxins will operate to slow her victim's nervous system. She "injects" her phallus into the gaping mouth. She hold his nose, forcing him to keep his mouth open to receive the dripping weapon. As the toxins take effect, the victim's struggles slow. She sits on his face to ensure that he cannot eject the poison. Gradually, his struggles subside.

She inspects the helpless body. His nipples glisten with the sweat of his exertions. The She-Man, like many creatures, craves salt. She licks his nipples greedily. One after the other after the other. He can do nothing but watch as his body provides unwilling sustenance to another.

After a few minutes, the goo has done its work. He is docile.

THE TOWING

Now the predator can easily control her prey. She gets off him and helps him up. He puts up no resistance as the grunting savage grasps his phallus. Holding it firmly, the She-Man leads the victim through the jungle to her lair. He is helpless to resist. When he slows, she angrily applies pressure to the captured appendage. He must follow as quickly as he can. For hours (ten minutes), the beast tows her victim.

CAMPING

Finally, the She-Man allows he prey to rest. It is nighttime. He collapses, crying, to the ground. She watches him without pity. She will now use him for her carnal pleasure.

Because her kind have evolved in the jungle, the toxic goo holds no danger for her. It cannot penetrate her leathery skin and she is immune to its poison. She takes a large scoop of it in her mouth. The hiker watches, entranced. Then she grabs him, draws him toward her in a savage embrace, kissing him fiercely. As his mouth opens for air, she spews the poison into him. The effect of the infusion is immediate. His entire body spasms with the shock. She scoops up more goo. Again, she grabs him in a lethal embrace. He tried to keep his mouth closed, but she crushes his body to hers and he has no choice but to open it, leaving him exposed again to the flood of toxins. Over and over, the predator spews toxins directly into him. Her grunts turn to laughs. She is a snake injecting venom into her victim. She is enjoying herself.

Now she desires to use him to stimulate her animal body. She spreads goo all over the inside of her thighs. Then she grasps his head and draws it between these two muscular limbs. She lies atop him in a 69-position. He struggles, but only a little, to move his head from the toxins. She grunts, ordering him to lick. He balks at first. But her thighs have him trapped. To force him to do her bidding, she reaches for his testicles and grasps them. Slowly, she increases the pressure. He has no choice but to lick and lick and lick, and pray that his efforts will win him a respite from the horrible pressure.

She releases his head from between her thighs, and draws it up to her chest. She smears goo over her breasts. With her powerful arms around his head, he has no choice but to lick her torso. If he tries to stop, she applies a headlock so tight it almost cracks his skull.

The more goo he is forced to ingest, the less he is able to resist. For a long, nightmare night, the hiker is her sex toy, doing whatever her cruel whim demands. When she is at last satiated, she sleeps, her hand still wrapped around his phallus to ensure he will not escape. For her victim, the night brings no rest, no peace, only the question of what new tortures the day will bring.

RIDING ACROSS THE DESERT

The day dawns. She rises and tows her prey by his phallus as they continue their journey. They come to a desert. She will use his body to help her cross it. She forces him down onto the baked surface. She inserts her phallus between his buttocks. Without actually penetrating him (she is far too large for that), she thrusts her phallus against him, like a cattle prod, forcing him to crawl forward across the desert. She lies atop his back, riding him. When he slows, she jams her weapon against him, never entering, but forcing him painfully forward across the burning sand.

The day and the night of savage beating, of force-fed toxins, of sexual torture, are taking their toll on the frail smaller victim. He can no longer move across the sand, even with her massive prod. He is done. The She-Man realizes it. She will now take this weak creature and castrate him, so that he will dies a helpless husk of a man.

She drags him to a vent in the earth where hot steam rises up from the earth's crust. She forces his manhood over the vent. She sits down on his back, facing his feet, and inserts one finger after another into his anus. The consequence is that the male has no choice but to thrust his own pelvis into the steaming vent. She is forcing him to castrate himself. The pain from the heat is excruciating. But her weight on his back traps him to the ground, and her fingers penetrating him compels his pelvis deeper into the vent.

The steam explodes from the earth. The hiker's manhood is burned. His muffled scream proclaims that he has been castrated. The She-Man grunts her satisfaction.

Patience

2009-08-18T23:45:00.001-07:00

His hands had been bound so long that they had begun to tremble, but still he waited. Although he was bound by the leather cuffs and straps, he would have stayed there voluntarily waiting for her. The ties were purely a symbolic gift endowed to him, showing that he was nothing but an object in storage.

He kept imagining that he heard the clicks of her heels coming up the stairs, or the musk of her exotic perfumes. She had a rich, spiced scent that was combined with her beautiful, natural pheromones which drove him completely mad. He had been enslaved to her the moment she had entered the same room as him, and never wanted to escape.

As thoughts began to stir and peak arousal in him, he felt his manhood begin to swell and his face begin to flush….fantasies and dreams of what he always wanted, which in reality was always dangled in front of him and then quickly snatched away, in a bittersweet and painful cat and mouse game. His sex became completely rigid as he imagined her standing over his face in her pretty lacy lingerie….so close that he could smell her beautiful scent, but just far enough out of reach to drive him mad.

He was about to delve completely into this world of fantasy when life took over. The clicks were real this time, and the sound of the key turning in the lock made his heart leap all the way up into his throat. He cast his eyes downward as she walked in, slowly, sensuously prolonging the wait for the privilege to cast his eyes upon her. There was slight confusion in his mind as he realized he heard not one, but two sets of stiletto heels cross the threshold.

Soon, he saw two sets of beautiful, strong legs towering over him, and his ecstasy furthered. He was being put on display like a true sissy in front of two goddesses. It was all that he could do to keep his face towards the floor. He remained prostrate as they began to unhook his cuffs, and rose to his knees, head down, only on command.

The new goddess leaned close to him, but he was terrified to meet her gaze. All that he could see was a new leather leash being hooked onto his collar.

His mistress commanded him to follow her friend, and soon he was led into the downstairs room. Diligently, on all fours, he crawled behind his queens, and to his shock saw that he was being led to the cage. His goddess had promised him a night of fun, but he knew better than to try and predict what that meant.

Soon he found himself strapped down again, peering through the bars like a frightened wild animal. The two women sat themselves upon the top of the cage, covered by leather and just out of his line of vision. All he could see were the four beautiful feet intertwined, and all he could hear initially were the squeaks against the leather. Gradually, more passionate sounds were emitted, and he realized that his mistress was taking her new friend right above him. This drove him so wild with lust that he feared he could not bear it, but he did his best to hold his place and wait patiently like a good slave.

After hearing multiple intense climaxes and being shook by their passion there was a brief silence. To his surprise, the feet swung down, and he heard mistress command him to look up. As their eyes finally met and he swooned at her wicked smile, he realized that the evening had just begun.

Pulse

2009-07-26T21:00:00.000-07:00

I watched the veins of your throat pulsate as I traced the handle of My scalpel from your lips, down your throat, and to your chest.

"Breathe," I murmured, as I pulled your hair and turned you onto your stomach.

you had endured so much already that day, especially on your ass....the singletail had popped your flesh, beautiful red beads of blood interlacing and caressing each other down your trembling thighs. your eyes were round, and you were fully entranced.

"How pretty" I giggled as I pulled your nipples once more. your groans made Me roar with laughter and become even more excited.

The alcohol must have hurt worse than the initial blows, because you began to shiver in pain. I cooed in your ear, but I needed you to be clean for My cock.

It was time for your reward. I tightened My harness so that My cunt would feel every delicious thrust. Then slowly, firmly, the big black dick slid into you. It was amazing how rapidly your whimpers turned into deep, guttural moans. I felt such warmth and pleasure with each hard, animalistic thrust. By the time you were ready to explode W/we were both screaming. As your hot juices flowed out of you, I prepared for your surprise.

you gasped, as you had thought I had forgotten My scalpel. Silly slave! I drew a heart into your back, with My initials large and central. The blade slid so smoothly, and your flesh parted as if I were running My hand through water. The power of this moment coursed through both of U/us, and it was time to just embrace the silence.

The little things that make you Mine...

2009-06-20T01:20:00.000-07:00

I can see when you are close to losing it by the twitches in your body. you always try to keep an attentive expression on your face, but I can see the slightest movement in your mouth every time I adjust my stockings.

It is a thrill to watch you tremble as I let My hair lightly brush across your stomach, and to watch you tense as my fingers slowly, one by one, grasp onto your throat.

you are just my little toy, and you know it. As the punishment begins, you dance for Me like a wind-up doll, transcending your agony to amuse Me and meet my laughter with a sweeter, obedient response.

It is so lovely to have a toy that loves to be fucked with, wound up, and used, and who is just learning that even the most innocent implements can make it whimper....

I laugh as the rubber tips of My flogger change from burning thuds to horrid stings, and giggle as the blood creeps out. I roar when I check your panties and find that the pain has made you wet and hot, a fresh rose ripe for the picking.

But I am patient, and decide not to pluck. When things turn electric, I pull out My violet wand. Poor little toy!

Make me beautiful

2009-05-27T00:16:00.000-07:00

Make me beautiful

he mouthed and the tears

forming in the corner of his eyes

could not lie

so I took said broken boy

and slapped his face

to wake him up

"Oh no" he gasped

oh yes and now the wrists are bound

and the rope is burning and

I just smile, running My nails up and down

little slut

always stuck watching from afar

now is suffering with his face down

and now he will know what it is like

to be used, punched, raped, slapped around

as I turn him inside out with my boot

and take him all the way down.

Now she looks up at me with her delicately applied mascara running

down and wants Mommy to kiss away the tears

but I know what she really needs and laugh

Time for little slut to embrace all of those fears!

Portrait

2009-05-24T21:25:00.000-07:00

I didn't even have to tie her wrists...she sat patiently, being as still as possible, lusting for the blood as much as I was.

I laid her down on her back and examined her beautiful white breasts. They were so perfect, soft and smooth yet firm. They did not have a single imperfection on them.

I looked into her eyes and saw that she was ready, and so I pulled out my blade.

Slowly, assuredly, I drew a line across her chest.

The droplets of blood began to surface quickly, beads popping and running down her skin. Her face cringed, but she remained perfectly still.

Suddleny her face disappeared and all that I saw was a beautiful living canvas,

my strokes became deeper and more passionate, and she let out a quiet moan that was quite obviously a mix between pain and pleasure.

Each cut felt more intense, and soon stripes of blood were everywhere, more red than white on her perfect skin.

She had given herself over to me, and I wanted to push and make this my most beautiful masterpiece ever.

The strokes continued until the good little girl finally cried out. I took my tongue and lapped up her blood, filling my mouth with it.

The taste was intoxicating, her blood's scent was so fragrant and beautiful.

I leaned and smiled knowingly at her, meeting her eye to eye and then finally letting the blood loose from my mouth to run into her trembling lips. She sighed and drank it all obediently, licking the residue from her mouth so that it would be ready for more if needed.

I was so proud of each and every stroke, knowing that the marks would look beautiful and remind her of her place.

To finish I signed my name on her beautiful soft stomach....

As I carried her into the tub and watched her turn the water into a beautiful soft pink, I felt a wave of pleasure looking at my beautiful living painting.

Zip

2009-05-24T00:34:00.000-07:00

Your teeth around my zipper pull

invitingly and the tightness

intensifies as I yank the chains

of those lovely butterfly clamps

sending chills

down your spine.

Your screams are my ecstasy

Your pain brings my awakening...

I love the look of you crawling to my feet, my

little incubation of hope flowering as I watch the blood

spill from your mouth

because you know

Each strike is my adoration

and watching you venerate

before me, enshrined

in your beautiful tears

makes me love my little angel

even more.

Little kitty

2009-05-23T22:45:00.000-07:00

kitty was always a brat. Whenever I tried to go about my daily routine, she would always get in my way, vying for my attention when I was trying to take business calls and even when I wanted to shower.

Finally, I had enough. I told her that if she wanted to keep playing with me, she would have to learn to do exactly what I said...and if she was going to behave like a bratty little kitten, I would have to turn her into one.

From then on every time she stepped foot into my house she had to shed her clothes and put on a collar that I had made especially for her...It was hot pink, with slut written in rhinestones, and complete with a giant bell that rang loudly enough to warn me of her approach. She began to blush once she saw it, but was a good enough girl to know that arguing with me would do her no good.

Whenever My kitty came over she stayed for at least a couple of days. Part of her responsibilities always included her cleaning my house and serving my needs.

It became a lot more difficult for kitty this time...it is hard to do laundry on all fours, and even more difficult to run up and down the stairs for Mistress.

"kitty," I said to her, scratching her under her chin "If you are a good girl, I will play with you and you will get all of the attention that a good pet deserves". My good little girl stayed in character and mewed as she nodded....as a reward I poured some milk in a bowl and made her lap it up. I got very hot watching her sexy tongue lap up every last drop, and she knew that as she peeked up at me with her mischevious dark eyes.

After a long day of Me ordering her around and spanking her little bottom, I could see that my kitty was exhausted. I decided to allow her to take a quick "cat nap" at the foot of my bed. I watched her stretched out, the face of an angel as she rested, and went to my drawer.

My pussy was soaked by the time I fit my two-sided dildo into Me, but I kept myself quiet as I slid the other end into her.

At first, kitty stayed asleep, but I became less and less gentle with my thrusts, and she soon woke up coming....

"Oh!" She screamed as I began to pound into her. Her cunt was throbbing so hard that I could feel it too....I put one hand over her mouth and the other over her cute little tits, squeezing them together as I felt myself starting to cum.

"Good kitty" I purred, and I could see the gratitude in her eyes....

"Thank You Mistress" she said as I tightened my grip on her pretty pink nipples and twisted....The sharp pain caused her to scream, but she kept on thrusting her hips like a good little girl.

The dildo was hitting Me in the perfect spot, and soon I began to squirt all over my good little kitty. She sighed in content. I grabbed her by the scruff of her neck and made her lick Me and herself completely clean...

My bratty little kitty curled up with Me, sedate and relaxed. Even the naughtiest little girls can be trained!

Cleaning up for Daddy.

2009-05-23T22:18:00.000-07:00

i had thought about this moment all day...

my daily tasks had seemed tedious and slow, but now my head was rushing. Thoughts flew in and out of my conciousness as i nevously gripped my steering wheel and headed over to see You.

"Mmmmm" and Your telephone number were all that You had included in your message to me. As i had read that i felt myself melt...i moistened my lips and wondered what would happen to me.

You had such a strong and imposing manner about You, and whenever You told me to do something, i would instantly want to make You happy. i had never felt such a strong desire to be obedient in my entire life.

All of a sudden i was in the same room with You, all alone. The motel W/we rented from was seedy and dark, but i felt safe being there with You.

Your eyes were aflame, and i could tell that You were thinking of something wicked.

"Strip down" You said in Your commanding voice, and i fumbled with my dress, rushing to shed all of my clothes as quickly as possible. i then tried to stand up straight, sticking my chest out, and felt a rush of relief and arousal as You made an approving noise...

Then, to my surprise, You took me into the shower...i felt so excited and safe being naked alone with You. There was a gentleness and reassurance in Your eyes as You lathered up a rag and began to wash off my breasts. i watched Your hands work their way all over my body, and in between my legs. i felt as though i was being purified, and made ready to receive You.

Next You grabbed ahold of my hair and brought me to my knees. Your cock was already hard and throbbing, and it made me choke once you shoved it to the back of my mouth. i continued to gag myself on it, feeling my just-washed cunt getting wet as i tasted your beautiful cock mixed with soap and water running down my face. You started punching my tits as i worked on your cock, and beautiful red circles began to rise up on my white skin.

Suddenly i was standing up again and You were fucking me against the shower wall...i could not stop myself from moaning as i felt my back slam against the tiles over and over again. Right as i was about to climax, You began to slap my face, hard, which only made me more hot...

White pain and red lust were coursing through my body, and I began to lust for Your warm cum all over my face, but it was destined to be a long night of fuckings and beatings before i received my coveted prize.