I try not to be sadistic, I hate pain. I have anger issues and the best way for me to get them out is my writing. It's why I normal write paranormal or horror.
The current thing that is pissing me off is all of the married and taken men hitting on me. If you had a fetish and didn't communicate them deal with your so-called-love-your-life . It's wrong to cheat on your wife because she's not into sex or fetishes. Women have more issues with body and sex as they get older, and throwing you Dick and saying "me horny," is not a turn on for 95% women out there. Research and communicate with your spouse. (I'm not lucky to have love and commitment in my life.)
Warning this is very sadistic. . . (Even my muses got pissed)
"It's Permanent"
"Do you have any regret or feel sorry for what you did?" The male judge asked the defendant.
"I'm a very jealous person. I told him I was jealous." She spoke the truth.
"Please answer the question, ma'am." The judge huffed, irked.
"NO. HELL NO!" She was loud in her rude answer.
"I am worried for asking this, but is there anything else you need to say before I give my verdict?" He was not sure what she was going to say.
She took a deep breath and calmed down.
"I never got to tell my story--none of my words were heard. Sure, I did act out of pure rage, hatred, and heartache." She paused.
"Your Honor, we were together just under five years. . . 60 months. That is 60 times in which my cycle happened . . .during my cycle he would disappear for three to five days at a time. As if he didn't think I would noticed. I noticed. Damn it, I NOTICED!" She swallowed her tears hard.
"I noticed how there was always ice cream or chocolate, but he was never there to rub my feet. And I noticed days later, he would show up with flowers and was always in a better and encouraging mood." She took another deep breath.
"I needed him being encouraging then, not days later, or flowers or the twenty pounds I gained from the sweets. " she growled holding her belly.
"One time yes, during my bad time, he said he was going fishing with his brother. The dumbass forgot to lock his office and forgot to take his cherished computer. It took me three guesses to get his password. It wasn't me but his damn dead dog!" She barked.
"Your honor, she's babbling," the office looked at his watch as if in a rush.
"It's not 5 o'clock, you're not off, so let her story be heard."
"I looked at his computer history. I saw sites for dominatrix, leather whores, bondage videos and I realized he wanted to be a leather bondage bitch. " She rolled her eyes.
"If it was just porn, I would have blown it off, maybe even tried a decent roleplay. He never asked how open I was." She sighed realizing how they had never really communicated about the bedroom.
"It was the sexual dating sites and pop up he was getting from girls who he encounters with. . .'had fun last month, let's do it again.' Or 'my naughty sex toy has seen his Domme Missy, in months. I miss you.' I wasn't just pissed , I was embarrassed that it too me five years to get it." she growled in her last breath.
"He had e-mails from a penpal that consisted of very exploit stories of being tied and spanked because he was a 'bad boy.' " she squealed her sadden pain was turning to instant rage.
"So he wanted to be a bad boy, I will make him a bad boy.i got a notebook and wrote all of the kinks he really wanted." she sighed.
"I rewrote to all of the girls that gave him messages and said that he has a permanent dominatrix now. Their skills were no longer needed." She laughed.
"I took his emergency credit card with $2,500 limit, and went on a very naughty shopping spree." Her simple laugh turned sadistic within the second.
"All of the things I bought . . .hmmmm. . . A leather outfit for me, matching whip and flog. Electric machine, butt plugs, all kinds of lubes, red satin sheet, a leather harass, metal cock rings, and a vibratoring for myself. I displayed all of the toys on the bed after I put the satin sheets on. I used the vibrator and made myself cum at least 20 time during that set up. In fact, I was completely naked with the huge vibrator in me while set up the harass. It never fell out that how tight if pussy that asshole was losing. There are pictures with my records." She smiled, giggled, and bit her lip in a flirty tease. The office fingered the the photo album with her records.
"Bring that here, and please in a profesional way finish your story." The judge swallowed seeing the picture of her in a leather outfit.
"Fine." She huffed.
"By the time the room was set up, I had enough time to cry in the shower. . . And get my outfit on. The jerk lied, desserted, and cheated on me. . . . So he deserves not to enjoy such things again!"
"I greet him with a path of old chocolates that went to the bedroom. May he think of great misfortune with chocolate," she giggled saying the last part under her breath.
"Please ma'am get on with it," the judge was griwing inpatient .
"Your Honor, I was on trial for almost a week, and I have less than hour to tell my story? What if your wife was cheating on you, that she tucked several men telling that basically you weren't goid enough to please her?" He sighed at her reply.
"Fine, please go on."
"He got to the bedroom and was greeted by a flick of my flogger. I demanded that he strip off all his clothes and he did as he was told. He thought I was just being fun and kinky. . . I was giving him an opportunity to come clean."
"I put him in a harass with his arms and legs spread a part. . . He was only half hard so I took pictures. . . And posted them on my account I made from the previous that he was on. I wanted to show those sluts what a real dominatrix would do. He was so pathetic trying not to let his face be show in case of work. I'm sure work knew he had cheated, so may they knew the time he got caught. There was ironic thing that his body was an x and he was my ex. That was just a fun stupid fact." She smiled.
"I turned on the camera, and let others watch." She didn't tell them about her secret acvount in which she got donations from the video.
"The safety word is fuck-me-harder. It has to be said in a girly, whiny, bitchy voice. I demostrated in his ear and laughed." She paused.
"I let out his arms and cuffed them behind his back. Then I hung the cuffed arms on another rig from the ceilling so he was bent over. He could see the toys on the bed through his legs. He watched me get the wooden paddle with a hole in. I told him 'the store clerk told me the hole in the paddle is for two reasons, so more air goes through and it stings even more and so it doesn't crack.' I will admit when he flinched as it smacked my hand lightly, I laughed." She was just being honest.
"The first few specks were light, but twelve his ass was hot, by twenty I bet you he couldn't sit down, three hours and thirty smacks later, his eyes were tearing and as red as his ass. I will give him credit he did say fuck, but I never heard the entire safety word."
"I didn't think I would like that but, your Honor, giving him justice with each harsh, hard slap on his red red hot stinging ass still makes me soak'n wet." She flirtly hissed.
"Then I grabbed the cold lube anspd smacked and smothered it over his burning ass and then grabbed the biggest butt plug that was there, it was twice the size my fist. It was probably made in Germany. I put hot cinnamon lube on the butt plug and i shooved it up the ass. Normally, I would have played with his ass, stretch it out, and made it enjoyable. However I was pissed and heartbroken."
"He got out the words 'oh, fuck, me.' However not the safety word. I un rigged his hands and hung him back into the x position. This showed his 6 inched pride and joy that he told others was 8 inches. So lied to others not just me." She sighed.
"I saw his cick throbbing, was he really getting off by this? I would have spit on his cock, but that thing didn't deserve my DNA. I put on a thick black rubber glove and stroked icey hot on it, he squealed as I blew on it, the air made his body shakes against the harass. 'Oh god, damn. Shit' i put on the medium set of metal cock ring locking in his throbbing stinging cock. Yes I said medium, because he's just average." She laughed.
I took off my glove, grabbed the whip and asked him. . . 'So you have been a very bad boy.' He thought I was simply playing and replied 'yes I was a very bad boy,' he practical giggled in his answer. I whipped his cock once hitting his skin. He groaned teary-eyed." The several men in the also groaned as if they knew the stinging pain.
"I asked ' Damnit, bitch, Why were you a bad boy?' I gave him three seconds to respond, and lifted the whip, I grabbed his hair and screamed 'Why, bitch? Are you a bad boy?' He stuttered 'I-I didn't catch any fish.' I knew he was in a lie, so I whipped his cock again hitting against his metal ring the stinging vibrated through his cock and hanging balls. I grabbed some clamps with weights about 5 pounds each and clipped each on to his balls. 'Oh god, fuck.' He whimpers as I let the weights fall." The men all motion as if to hold their lower halves.
"I then played the answering machine 'hey bro, it's mac, sorry I can't make it fishing, but you and little lady should enjoy the cabin. Maybe we can hang out next month.' I swear, I heard him say 'Oh shit.' I huffed. 'What else have you lied about?' I was losing patience. 'I am giving ten seconds to be honest with me.' His next words were 'honest with what?' I could not believe he had said that." She bit her lip and swallowed her angry tears.
"I put the ball gag on his mouth, and whispered 'your computer doesn't lie and bill4812 is not a good password for everything.' I remember his eyes got big. 'I read your list of kinky interests. . . Electric shock, sounds like fun. Did other doms, kitty, baby, sweetie, rose or missy do this? Did you exchange shocking stories with your pen pal, penny?' I put the clean rubber gloves on and whispered 'i supposed, they never used real names to keep the fantasy, but did you Missy almost had a pregnancy scare?' I paused for dramatic effect. 'It's ok she was just late.' He didn't give a facial reaction until I put the clamps from the electrical box to his metal rings." She stopped took a breath.
"It's funny too electricity and cock, smells like a hot dog on the grill."
"I think we're done." The judge was truly disturbed.
"I could have done worst. I've heard stories of woman who cut it off and feed it too dogs or their husband. I mean i could have diced his cock in a million pieces. My heart was broken in a million piece and barely felt I made justice."
"Do you have a therapist yet?" The judge asked.
"Yes, we are trying to my anger into art and writing."
"I think you need more therapist session, but no patrole. My decision has been made."