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Waking up in the middle of the night, putting my hand around your throat and listening to you whimper as I force my cock into your quivering little cunt.

Feeling the desperation of your need as your cunt grips my cock, your hips gyrating to match my movements as each of my thrusts begins to intensify. Feeling you build towards an orgasm.

Listening to you beg for me to cum inside you. To fill you with my seed.

Not this time. This time I want to look at you covered with my cum.

Smiling as I pull out and order you to finish me all over your cunt. Hearing you desperately moan as you feel my cock pulse in your hand as the warmth of my seed begins to cover your cunt…

She watches him as he strokes his cock.

Her eyes riveted to the scene unfolding in front of her.

His hand stroking along his shaft.

Back and forth as his urgency grows.

She listens to his breathing begin to labour.

His chest rising and falling faster and faster.

His other hand cupping his balls and squeezing them as he strokes.

His stomach rising and falling as his lust begins to build.

Her cunt reacting uncontrollably as she watches him pleasure himself.

She feels the cock lust take over and consume her.

Her fervent need to taste it.

To touch it.

To feel it.

She wants to feel him grab the nape of her neck.

Pull her head in close and force himself into her mouth.

To feel him fuck her mouth.

Using her to pleasure himself.

Feeling his urgency build as his thrusts become more urgent.

To hear him as he prepares to unleash his load.

To hear him growl her name as he grabs the back of her head.

Savagely forcing himself into her throat.

Using her without remorse.

As he utters the words

***”Hold still while I fuck your throat, you filthy little cunt…”***

Using her selfishly.

His only thought at that moment is to fuck her throat.

To use her as his personal sex toy.

To unload his pent us desire and lust.

Flooding her throat with his cum.

Drowning her in his animalistic lust…

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Audio reading - Fucking her brutally…

She needed to feel him in different ways....

She needed his strength and brutality....

She needed to feel the impact of him on her body....

She needed to feel the sting of his hand on her skin....

She needed to feel his teeth sink into her supple flesh....

She needed to feel the force of him inside her....

But she also needed his softness and love....

She needed to disappear into his embrace....

She needed to bask in his warmth....

She needed to drown in his kiss....

And be enveloped by his tenderness....

She needed it all....

But most of all, she needed to be needed......

Flesh meets flesh and their worlds erupt into a white hot passionate embrace. Lips on lips as discovery begins with the flicker of tongue against tongue. Tasting and exploring each other as connection begins to occur.

The erotic dance of lust, passion, desire and unfathomable discovery. Discovery that goes beyond the depth of skin and body, as souls reach out to each other with a decadent and dark hunger.

The fiery moans and groans resulting from passion shared and the sensual cries of pain that occur from sadistic stories one paints on the others skin. All but a temporary place in the bigger picture of their joint existence together.

An impenetrable bond that forms as connection occurs. The whispers of love echoes through the walls of time. Sentiments and emotion that binds them both for eternity.

A yearning that blossoms on the fires of passion and endearment. The secrets of love unravelling themselves as two souls entwine together into an inseparable force that even time itself cannot separate...

In the back storeroom at work, I pin you to the wall. Reaching under your skirt, I begin to explore. Sliding my fingers underneath your saturated panties, feeling your wet, needy cunt.

Hand over your mouth, muffling the escaping sounds, my fingers slide inside you, feeling for that sweet spot. I find it, feeling your body respond, even though your mind pushes back.

My fingers driving in and out, exploring you. Enticing the buildup of that pent up desire. You hear voices through the door. Fear of getting caught filling your head, but excitement of being taken overriding the fear.

I feel you build up and just as you are about to cum, I stop. Your eyes wide, your hips thrusting, trying to push onto my hand. Trying to use my fingers to push yourself over the edge.

I smile, watching the excruciating feeling of being edged take hold. I begin to move my fingers again, your cunt instantly coming to life. I drive my fingers in, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

Listening as you begin to lose control. I lean forward and growl the words

”Cum for me like the good little fucking whore that you are...”

Your cunt explodes and your knees go weak as orgasm after orgasm floods through your body.

I look at you and motion for you to drop to your knees. It’s my turn.

I’m going to use that pretty little mouth of yours...

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You lay down in front of me. Poignant. Prepared. Knowing your clothes will be torn from your body. Manhandled into whatever position is required as I prepare to consume you and fill you with my sin.

I order you to stay still. Drinking in your beautiful curves. Enjoying my prize visually, before I even place flesh on flesh. Your mindset, your devotion, your need to serve. All exquisite.

”Cunt. Expose it and show me...”

The words are deep, menacing and the intent is direct. You lift your pretty little skirt and expose a beautiful pair of panties. Lace patterns, silky fabric. Expensive. You are too slow.

I reach down, grabbing the fabric. Tearing it from your body. You cry out as the fabric cuts into you, burning welts in your skin from the friction of the tearing motion.

I slap you, holding you accountable for not being quick enough to do my bidding. You cry out, then smile to yourself. The surprise, the pain and the pleasure. An intoxicating mix designed to illicit feelings within you. Feelings of lust, desire, need. Deep desire that comes from the need for physical pain and mental torment.

Desperation to feel physical pain. A masochistic need. Mixed with a need to be objectified as well as degraded and humiliated.

A kink born from past physical and mental abuse ingrained into your very being. The difference being, in kink, this is a safe space. One where pain is exchanged in a controlled, safe measure.

A safe place where no judgement exists. Just the beauty of kink and power exchange. Feeding a need. Delivering a service. Tears, pain, screams and orgasms. Such a delicious fucking outcome for both parties involved.

Where humiliation and degradation is customised to draw out your need to be objectified, yet done safely for a positive result. Where you get hurt mentally and physically, but never harmed. It is a cathartic release that feeds your need.

”You are nothing but a set of fucking holes to be used. On your knees, you filthy little cunt. It’s time to do what you do best. It’s time to serve...”

You raise yourself onto your knees. Willingly. Ready. Ready to serve. Ready to receive. Ready for whatever my Sadistic mind has planned.

Eager. Ready. So very ready...

Audio erotic recording - Scream for me…

She lies there, naked, hands raised over her head, subconsciously opening her body up to him. Even though he isn’t there, by her side, she is consumed by memories of him. Memories of the things he did to her. The way he consumes her waking moments and her sleep induced dreams. She is deep in thought, unable to sleep. Shadows nestled in the darkness of night playing in her mind.

She remembers back to the times they shared. The taste of him on the inside of her mouth. The salty, musky and sweet taste of his manhood. She still feels the texture of him on her lips. Her tongue traces her lips subconsciously as she remembers feeling him, tasting him, licking him as she worshipped him unlike any other that had she had come across.

She loved the way he imprinted himself in her mind, just as he did upon her body. The way his gentleness would tantalise her and his brutality would bring her to life. His nasty, his rough, his strength would imprint himself over her as he painted her like a beautiful canvas that would become a masterpiece. A timeless masterpiece that all would desire to own, yet nobody but him could have.

Her body covered with him. Marks of ownership. Hues of blue, black, purple, violet and red. Painting her with his sin, his passion, his desire. She reflected back to the way he would be so gentle after beating her. Kissing her from head to toe. Lying there and looking at her. The creation that had been dragged out kicking and screaming. His pain and the breathtaking way he hurt her, offering her a freedom very few ever encounter.

She still feels the stings and the thuds, where he chose to hurt her with his personal toys donated to her, that only existed for use on her. His whips. His paddles. His chains. She thinks back to the smell of her sex, mixed with the scent of his sweat. The way he made her cunt come to life. The wetness that was created for him and because of him.

The way his brutal treatment had taught her to trust him. He hurt her, allowing her to let down decades of walls. He clearly saw the parts of her that she had so cleverly engineered to be hidden. The parts of her than she hated with the utmostvehemence. They were the parts that he loved most intensely. The pieces that she always struggled with. He always, without question of doubt, unconditionally accepting her for the beautiful woman she is.

The way he could listen to her silence and understand her. The pain in those words uttered, which made her keep silent. The sadness that reflects in the fake smile she delivers to those around her. The way he pulled her in, when all she wanted to do was push everyone away. The way he broke those barriers and allowed her emotions to flood into him. No judgement. No pity. Just acceptance of the most beautiful kind.

His patience that allowed her to focus instead of spiralling out of control. The ability to ground her and create the simplest of accountabilities that drove her to comply. To obey. To complete the tasks he gave to her, like her life and existence depended on it. The way he so casually commanded her, driving her to her knees with the most desperate of needs to please him and complete his every task, every single time.

He was Dominant by nature and her submissive existence simply melted in his presence. She had no control over her own feelings. She was His. Every single part of her body, her mind, her essence and her existence. Nothing else mattered. Nothing else existed in her world.

Just Him...

Some women thrive on brutality. On the nasty edge you can provide to them. The borderline of fucked up brutality, where you can open their minds, their body and their world to another ethereal experience that many do not realise exists, far less know that they can experience it. Pain and associated physical and mental trauma delivered through kink that provides true cathartic release.

To fuck a woman so brutally that she sheds emotionally fuelled tears from a mixture of fear, excitement, pleasure, joy and emotional overload. To hurt her through impact play. Physically cause her pain that she derives erotic pleasure from. Allowing her to gain a release unlike any other that she can find in this world that she exists in.

To find a release so openly raw, honest and breathtakingly beautiful. The type of release only found in kink, never in vanilla.

To hurt her, but never harm her. But to be truly hurt another in a healing way also requires understanding of the psychological and mental impact it can have on her during the event, but more importantly after the event.

To understand that you need to provide aftercare to help her with the drop she will endure. Everything that goes up, must come down. And when you lift her to such a high, after unpacking her hidden trauma, hurt, sadness and anger, she will come down. Fucking hard. That you can be guaranteed of.

The endorphins fade. The excitement wanes. The reality creeps in. Her mind starts to allow doubt to push back in as her darker and deeper thoughts begin to emerge once again. Drop. It’s a consuming bitch that needs to be managed well, or it can do real mental damage that can be more catastrophic than the trauma she is trying to overcome. The trauma she wants to win the fight against, by delving into kink as she tries to find release from the invisible yet toxic vanilla bonds and restraints that events in her vanilla life has created.

The danger of drop is not just when the event is over, it’s the hours, days and weeks following that cathartic release you so intimately provide her with. That’s when the risk of the side effects of drop become the highest. Knowing that you need to be able to rescue her from herself. From the depths of darkness and despair her mind takes her to, as she relives and triggers from the trauma she is beginning to come to terms with. To bring her back from the edge of darkness, should she find herself sinking in the quicksand of her dark mind.

It all starts with aftercare post event. Depending on your partners needs, is what dictates the aftercare provided. Brutality marries together with softness and gentleness that is as extreme in caring as the brutal is nasty. As extreme as it seems, it needs to balance itself out. Everyone is different and everyone needs something individual to their needs. Aftercare also helps the Top. The one that delves out and delivers the brutality.

He / She will feel drop also. Just like the one who receives the pain, the one giving it will ride the high with you. You feed off each other’s excitement. The exchange of energy in such a high, trusted and intimate level, where passion, emotion and enjoyment collide in deep seated beautiful displays of raw emotion.

For many, it’s to be held close. To run your hands through her hair, slowly stroking her face and head. To hold her and allow her to cry into your chest. To allow her to feel you, taste you, smell you, be with you. To rub her back and whisper to her that everything is ok and that she is safe now. The gentle feeling of flesh caressing flesh. To feel her drift off to sleep on your chest with a content and happy smile on her face, knowing she has finally found her way forward.

Her home, her forever…