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He looks at her and smiles.

She knows that smile, knows it intimately.

It’s the smile that crosses his face when he changes.

When His mood shifts from gentle, soft and loving to nasty and intensely brutal.

He pulls her down over His knee.

Tearing her panties from her flesh.

Exposing her beautiful round ass cheeks.

He tells her to count with Him.

To count each strike.

One, two, three, four…

The count continues until it reaches twenty.

That perfect number where cathartic pain washes through with erotic pleasure received with each defined and controlled strike.

He grabs a handful of hair, pulling her savagely to her feet.

He strikes upwards onto her breasts.

The tender flesh under her left breast taking the blunt force trauma of the first blow.

She squeals as that unwelcome yet evocative marriage of the old pain just begins to subside and the new pain hits home.

His actions become viciously erotic.

His strikes seem random however are strategically placed.

Each strike bringing a new cry of cathartic pain, coupled with fresh tears rolling down her cheeks.

All of a sudden the impact stops and everything around her goes silent.

She feel His arms surround her as He pulls her in close.

Those arms, brutally strong, yet warm and safe.

She feels His lips on hers as His hand reaches up and strokes through her hair.

His kiss like wildfire on her lips.

That gentleness that is simply the eye of the storm flows through her body in a beautiful and calming way.

Allowing her mind to rest fleetingly and temporarily recover from the intensity of His manhandling.

He allows her to melt into Him for a moment longer and then begins the onslaught again.

She feels herself viciously forced onto her back.

Her eyes close as she feels the power of His hands as they wrap around her throat.

His knee forced between her legs, savagely opening them and forcefully exposing her cunt.

A cunt wet from a mixture of fear, desire, pain, lust and need.

Wet because of Him and the way He treats her as his fucktoy whore.

She feels the pressure and weight of His body as He climbs on top of her.

He prepares Himself to mount her and use her like a fucking animal.

Her cunt coming to life as He forces His cock deep inside her.

Her legs spreading wider and wrapping around Him as she pulls Him in deeper.

To feel Him fuck her so brutally that her eyes roll back and she finds herself floating in subspace.

That's the power she wants to feel Him exert.

That's the power she needs to be exposed to in order to submit to His cock, His body and Him…

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✅🔥 Thank you for reading. I enjoy creating erotic writing, erotic art and writing about the kink lifestyle. I write here and on my own private blog platform. I self publish my own eBooks and I offer one for free for those interested in reading. If you would like to find out more about my writing and my blog, please don’t hesitate to message me and I will be happy to share information if you request it. 

He loved grabbing a fistful of her hair

Forcing her head back

Prying open her mouth

Watching as his cock disappeared into her hungry mouth

Her lips stretching around him

He loved the erotic sounds that emitted from her

Smiling at the sound of her gagging

As he vigorously used her

His girth filling her throat

Choking her

Forcefully filling her...

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✅ Thank you for reading. I enjoy creating erotic writing, erotic art and writing about the kink lifestyle. I write here and on my own private blog platform. I self publish my own eBooks and I offer one for free for those interested in reading. If you would like to find out more about my writing and my blog, please don’t hesitate to message me and I will be happy to share information if you request it. 

You say you desire humiliation. You tell me you want degradation. You beg me to treat you like a whore.

Let’s find out how much you really want that.

I tell you we are going for a drive. A surprise.

We arrive. A run down Motel, middle of nowhere. The type you look at and think who in the fuck would ever stay there?

Inside the room, a scattering of 70’s style bedroom furniture. Squeaky bed, old wooden chair, torn and faded wallpaper, streaky mirror, stained carpet.

Two other women already waiting patiently in the Motel room. You look at the two other women. Fucking whores that in your own mind are beneath you. What the fuck are they doing in here, you think to yourself.

You hear me bark orders at them. 

“Remove your fucking clothes you filthy sluts. Lie down on the bed, on your backs, legs spread, cunts displayed.”

You watch as they silently shed their clothes, everything happening so fast and you are suddenly wondering why you are here, in such a fucking disgusting run down room, with other filthy whores. But your body betrays you. Your cunt clenches at the possibilities as different pictures begin to drift through your mind. 

You feel me walk up behind you. I reach around, one hand on your throat, the other groping for your wet cunt and I pull you into me. You feel my hard cock against your ass and your cunt begins to clench even more. Your head rocks back and you whisper

“Are you going to fuck me in front of these whores, Daddy?”

You feel my brute force as I push you to the ground. Not a gentle push. Forceful, nasty. You hear the words

”Fuck no you filthy little cunt. You aren’t getting my cock today. You don’t fucking deserve my cock. Today, you become the whore you were born to be. Crawl over to that bed on your hands and knees and prepare those cunts for me with your fucking tongue”

You look back up over your shoulder, a look of horror on your face. 

”Wh..what did you say.....?”

I step forward, quickly, hand raised and strike down. The back of my hand hits your cheek, your eyes watering as the first yelp exits your lips.

”I said crawl forward on your fucking hands and knees and prepare those cunts for me with your tongue you filthy fucking whore.”

You look at me with a look of horror mixed with lust. The idea makes you sick to your stomach, but at the same time, makes that cunt of yours pulse and throb. But it’s the idea of being forced to fucking serve that truly makes you wet. The idea of being made to do things that don’t please you, but turn me the fuck on. 

That’s what drives you. That’s what makes your cunt wet. To be treated so indifferent, so nasty, so filthy. To be made to serve. To be made to be my fucking whore.

You begin to crawl on your hands and knees. You cry out as you unexpectedly feel the first lash of a cane strike your back.

”Put some effort into it you fucking whore.”

The lash, the strike, the searing pain, the scream that emits from within you. The nasty tone of my voice as I treat you like absolute trash. It does something to you. Deep inside you. You feel the wetness suddenly gush from your cunt and dribble down your inner thigh. 

Your head is spinning. What the fuck? How does this humiliation, this degradation, this pain and being treated this way turn you on? And what the absolute fuck. You feel yourself crawl faster and hear yourself respond with 

”Fuck yes Sir. Please hit me again. Please hurt me. Please force me to do filthy things as your fucking whore”

Your new life. Your new kink. Your new fucking role as a humiliation whore. It had just begun.

To be continued...

So many people struggle 
To look at themselves in a mirror.
Not because of their complexion.
Nor because of their looks.

But simply because they judge others.
Which in turn makes them judgemental upon themselves.
As they become nothing more than the bitter shell.
Of the kind and caring person they once were.

They don’t fear the external reflection.
They don’t fear what they look like.
Their fear is deeper than that. 
Their fear is real and justified.

They don’t like to look in the mirror.
Simply because they are in fear 
Of what their own character looks like.
Of what they have become...

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✅🔥 Thank you for reading. I enjoy creating erotic writing, erotic art and writing about the kink lifestyle. I write here and on my own private blog platform. I self publish my own eBooks and I offer one for free for those interested in reading. If you would like to find out more about my writing and my blog, please don’t hesitate to message me and I will be happy to share information if you request it. 

It’s never about having the perfect relationship. It’s about finding that special person that matches your needs. The person that can compliment you as a person as well as ground you.

The one that can deliver your safe space and protect you from the things that claw and hurt inside of you. Someone that will go through hell or high water with you. Without question.

The person that will understand that when you push them away, actually means you are crying out for help, and want them to pull you in closer.

The person that anchors your boat when it is listing wildly in that reactive storm of life that hits without warning.

The person that makes their love roar louder than your most dangerous of demons.

That’s what a relationship is about. Never perfect. Often challenging. Always forgiving.

Don’t aim for the perfect relationship. You will never achieve your goals. Aim instead for a solid and lasting relationship.

A solid and lasting relationship doesn’t mean that you will always agree. What it does mean is that despite those days that are challenging and sometimes seem impossibly hard, you cannot see yourself spending a lifetime without that special person...

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✅🔥 Thank you for reading. I enjoy creating erotic writing, erotic art and writing about the kink lifestyle. I write here and on my own private blog platform. I self publish my own eBooks and I offer one for free for those interested in reading. If you would like to find out more about my writing and my blog, please don’t hesitate to message me and I will be happy to share information if you request it. 

We hear it all the time.

*”I can’t find anyone to submit to me.”*

*”Their aren’t true submissives here. I’ve tried to find them. They are nothing but a myth.”*

This couldn’t be further from the truth. This line of thinking comes from men that struggle to understand their own identity. They don’t understand themselves, far less understanding what a submissive searches for and why she searches for that.

Especially when it comes to dealing with a strong and confident woman. Most men struggle knowing how to handle a woman of strength. They cannot comprehend that a submissive woman can also be a strong woman. When faced with that strength, those men that struggle with that concept either become submissive to a strong woman, or they cannot handle her questioning their motives and they get offended, often becoming world class cunts and abusing the woman, rather than simply realising they aren’t Dominant enough to handle her.

Strength is a trait that must be felt within. But then, the person must understand how to wield that strength. So many with ego’s or attitudes, who look like they have strength, just turn out to be arrogant cunts, that do not understand themselves, far less how to navigate a world where others want to be subjugated.

To subjugate another human being, a Dominant must first learn that he is no better than the submissive he is dealing with, and that she in fact is his equal as a human being. She submits, not because of demands to submit. She submits because of her choice, but also because she senses that he is just, moral and has a true compass that not only leads him on the correct path, however also allows her to safely and confidently walk that path with him.

She doesn’t drop to her knees because he demands it, she drops because his entire being and his way of life, commands her to. She drops because she wishes to serve, please, pleasure and honour Him.

He understands what he wants and she recognises that quality and is viscerally drawn to Him, wanting to experience what that feels like…

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✅🔥 Thank you for reading. I enjoy creating erotic writing, erotic art and writing about the kink lifestyle. I write here and on my own private blog platform. I self publish my own eBooks and I offer one for free for those interested in reading. If you would like to find out more about my writing and my blog, please don’t hesitate to message me and I will be happy to share information if you request it. 

Kink. A psychological, mental, emotional and physical recipe of ingredients mixed together to create a delicious outcome. Sometimes it’s a simple recipe of lust and debauchery. Sometimes a simple mixture of ingredients that make up an outcome of pleasure and pain.

So many ingredients, so many potential outcomes.

And then sometimes you combine many factors and create a recipe of lust, desire, craving, control and fear.

I like those more complex recipes. The deeper psychological kinks.

Taking a strong and confident woman who is so used to being respected, grabbing her by the throat, driving her to the ground, using my spare hand to force open her mouth as I brutally feed her with my cock, growling at her and telling her what I’m going to do to her next, treating her like a filthy little disposable whore, as I begin to take, make and fucking break her.

Listening to her gag as my cock fills her throat, stealing her ability to breathe, watching her eyes begin to widen as she comprehends that she is finally no longer in control. That she has lost control for the first time in her life, that control taken from her so swiftly, so quickly, that her mind becomes foggy with confusion.

The urgent need to breathe and gain life sustaining oxygen taking over as her survival instincts kick in. She struggles and tries to lash out, as I grab her wrists, lifting them over her head and easily pinning them to the wall behind her with a single hand.

Survival is all that is on her mind, instinct, hope, need to survive, as I keep selfishly using her throat for my own pleasure, explaining to her that she is my fucking whore now and that her ability to breathe, to remain conscious, to fucking survive is now owned by me.

Feeling her struggles weaken until she finally becomes limp as the oxygen in her blood supply begins to diminish and her comprehension levels begin to drop. Watching her carefully, until the moment is right and ripping her head off my cock, slapping her back to consciousness, whilst my other hand drives itself into her cunt, in and out, hard and fucking fast.

Listening to her greedily gasp for air, as a scream fights its way to the surface and emits from deep within her.

But that scream is a mixture of fear and lust and is cut off quickly as I drive my cock savagely into her throat again and her body betrays her in the most shameful of ways for her. Her mind screams all shades of no, but her cunt throbs, clenches and then gushes as the floodgates between her legs open as the first of fucking many forced orgasms rips through her body.

That recipe.

One of my favourite fucking recipes...

The way he touches her, stirs her within.

His touch, even when gentle and light, penetrating beyond the simple surface of her skin.

The feeling of a loving hand placed softly on her cheek as he stares into her eyes.

The rugged power felt when he assertively grips her throat so firmly.

The way she feels so helpless when he grips her with both hands, effortlessly manhandling her and manipulating her body into positions to use for his own personal use.

The force that transfers when he grabs the back of her head and feeds her throat onto his cock.

The measured control found in the power of a perfectly placed slap that delivers her both pleasure and pain.

The way her cunt comes alive as his fingers trail upwards along her inner thigh.

The pleasure she gains from the discomfort of his fingers invading, penetrating and stretching her tight little asshole.

The squeal that emits from her as his fingers grip a nipple, twisting, squeezing and controlling her.

The way she needs to suck and worship his fingers so fervently as he slides them into her mouth and begins to force them into her throat.

The emotional safety she feels when he detects she is off centre and holds his arms out to her and she moves into him as he envelopes her in his big, strong capable arms.

The feeling of possessive ownership that occurs when they walk in public and his hand reaches across to playfully tap her ass cheek in a way that silently says she belongs to me, to all that witness and see.

The way his fingers run tenderly through her hair when they lay and cuddle in the small hours of the night.

The eroticism of his fingertips running along her back as he pulls her in close and caresses her ever so gently.

That touch can be offered in so many different ways, but the delivery of his touch embeds itself in her bones, her soul and her entirety…

The way she kneels for you.

Placing herself into the deliciously seductive Nadu pose.

Kneeling at your feet, placing herself back on her heels.

Her back completely straight, a beautiful posture held perfectly for you.

Shoulders back, breasts protruding forward and accentuated so seductively by the posture of the position itself.

Her tummy tucked in, legs wide open, exposing her soft beautiful thighs and her glowing skin.

Her hands placed carefully on her thighs, palms down, symbolic of unadulterated and pure submission.

Head facing upwards, displaying the beauty of her femininity to her Sir.

Eyes open, looking directly up into your eyes.

Eyes that talk without the need for words or sounds to understand what they say.

Eyes full of expression, need, lust, desire and such breathtaking submissive vulnerability.

You reach down, caressing her pretty face as your thumb gently glides over her soft, full lips. 

The way she unconsciously moans as her mouth opens to lick, inhale and devour your thumb.

Sucking fervently, wanting to feel any and every part of you in her mouth.

The way you feel your cock move and grow as she applies the slightest suction and pressure to your thumb that is now deep inside her mouth.

The way her tongue makes love to your thumb as her need to feel and taste you heightens.

The heady smell of her cunt as the wetness of her sinful desire leaks from between her legs. 

The way she shudders and groans as she watches you begin to unzip your jeans.

Her desire now driven into the frenzy only found from the lust of becoming fucking cock drunk.

Nothing is on her mind aside from pleasing you.

Pleasuring you.

Adoring you.

Worshipping you. 

That... just fucking that…