Painful Pleasures

Below are a few pirtures from the recent fun I've been having. I will be writing more about the last few pictures at a later time as they are from a very intensely pleasurable scene I got to have tonight. I love meeting new people and learning new things from them. It's all SO much fun!!! And, I am about as unstressed as I've been in a long while. Pain is such a wonderful thing. Forget about going back on the anti-depressants, I just needed to reconnect with my masochistic side, Lol.

I also love that my man is man enough to know when to show humility and ask questions when needed. He is sensitive and kindhearted - yet a complete evil fucker when he's in DerBoss mode. I love it! Hehe!

He wants to be the best Dom for me that he can be. I think he already is, but he's set on learning all the new tricks to giving me pleasure (and pain) that he can possibly learn. How great is it that a man will arrange a time to have another man over to teach him how to better punish me? No pressure or pushing, just lessons for him and relaxation for me. A willingness to learn is not a trait you find in many Doms (in my experience at least), I am a lucky woman. Its a constant amazement to me how great he is - every day we are more and more in love.

Ok ok ok enough with the sappy stuff and on to the porn... :-)

Getting warmed up with my man's nice and thuddy hand smacking my ass. Got a nice pink glow getting started! His hands are amazing. I love when he uses them on me for pain and for pleasure. I am such a lucky girl! 

Working me over with the "Evil Stick"... the thing is down right evil and a horrible sting-ee pain. But, its a good hurt. I love that I am starting to show the purple bruises to match the pink glow and purple evil stick... Lovely, lovely.

Closeup of all the speckles and spots. I LOVE bruises and marks. Reminders of the fun times I just had, and reminders that I am an owned girl. I belong to my man, my love, my everything. He marks me with his marks so that I can never forget it. As if I could - but it's still YUMMY!

Sassy lil devil, aren't I? Have to wear the devil tail butt plug when I've been a naughty little girl. "Go tie yourself to the bed and get ready for your floggings" is heard almost nightly at my house ;-)

First time really playing with wax and knives... HOT HOT HOT! Can't even describe the intensity of all the sensations, especially since I was blindfolded and couldn't tell who was doing what to me or what was coming next... Mmmm...

Showing off the nice knife marks that I will be wearing for awhile... Have to admit, a little bit of fear and real pain brings out the best in me, Lol. I haven't been this relaxed in days!

Getting alternately poked and scratched with a knife then splattered with hot wax ... all while being pinned down and blindfolded... talk about sensory overload ... in the best possible way! Awesomeness!

First time trying "Fire Cupping" ... this is on my ass. Feels WONDERFUL! And not nearly as painful as this picture looks... kind of more like a giant gentle sucking hickey feeling... Very nice, very very nice.

My Costume Says Rape Me? Or Slutting Around on Halloween...

As much, or little, clothing as a woman chooses to wear in public, nothing gives someone the right to touch her. As nice as the woman to the right looks (even I would love to touch her, those boobs are so perky and bouncy looking, and the curve of that hip is delicious, Lol), and as unappealing as the women to the left look, All of these women have the same rights to their body as the others...

 I've found and read a lot of blogs lately (SerenaDante, MonsterFresh, TrulyEqual, AngryHarry, Ezinearticles even YahooAnswers to link a few) about how the various views on womens clothes as related to whether they should be raped or not. I feel the need to chime in on this topic. Mostly because it; a. hits close to home; b. ties into the religion topic that caused such a debate a couple days ago here on my blog; c. is another topic that will demonstrate how absolutely retarded majority of people are (which is always amusing to write about, Lol) and; c. is a sexual topic which is what this blog is about anyways...

Now, to most of you the subject will seem like common sense. If I say things like "women who dress in clothes that show too much leg and cleavage wants to be raped" or "it's not rape when a woman is asking for it by wearing THAT in public" or "you can't rape a slut/whore" majority of you will write me off as a total quack. But there are some people out there who will simply agree with those statements. They have been brainwashed by either society or religion... or they are plain twisted in their own minds.

I do think that women who dress like whores like to be viewed as such - I know when I dress like a slut with my tits hanging out of my shirt, I definitely appreciate all looks that men give me - BUT even whores have the right to say no. In states where prostitution is legal, a whore can still choose her clients and can still bring a john up on rape charges because he didn't respect "no" from her. So, even when a woman wants to be viewed as a sex object for the day, it doesn't mean she is giving up all rights to do or NOT to do what she wants with her body. A girl may go out in public wearing an outfit that seems to talk to a man. But it is saying "look at me, I'm sexy" - nothing she wears is ever saying "rape me" and no man has the right to confuse that basic point.

People can say that "rape isn't about sex its about power" all they want, but in the end it it still about sex. If it were JUST about power, the rapist would leave his clothes on and beat the hell out of his victim - rapists rape. That's what makes them rapists. Therefore rape is about sex. Men who rape (and, yes, there are women who rape, but they are few and for ease of reading I am going to use male pronouns) are turned on sexually, perhaps by the power trip, but regardless, they are turned on sexually by a woman and do not have the common sense and self control to pursue her sex in a normal, healthy fashion and instead force themselves on her and into her. There is no excuse, no justification, no reason that can make this lack of simply human decency OK or right in any way. LEAST of all her clothing. A woman is allowed to go outside wearing anything or nothing that she wants and not run any higher risk of being raped then were she to be completely covered.

A lot of the blogs that I've found recently, due to it being this time of year, center around what is being coined as "Slutoween" and how the increasingly revealing Halloween costumes are "to blame" for men raping the women who wear them. Now I personally have a fairly slutty Halloween costume this year. I can tell you with no hesitation that if a man had tried to rape me either of the past two nights, besides the fact that he'd be dead, killed by my boyfriend in his executioner costume, I would NOT have blamed the fishnets I was wearing for him trying to rape me ... I would have blamed him.

I was raised to believe that all men have no self control and it was completely up to the woman to keep "impure thoughts" from entering any man around her's head. Men were NOT to be blamed for anything that they did sexually that a woman "asked for" by being too sexual of a being. Women who are even slightly sexual are on their own and not to be either trusted nor respected by men.Youth group even had a dress code of no knees showing and at least four inchs for straps on sleeveless shirts (ie no tube tops, spagetti straps or even normal sleeveless tank tops). Women are still making up for force-feeding Adam the cursed apple way back in the garden of Eden and hence we are responsible for ALL of their downfalls to this very day. It is our responsibility as paroled-women-kind that no man is tempted down the evil path again.

This very illogic was one of the reasons that I did not talk about being raped for years after it happened in college. It was because of this misguided brainwashing. I honestly felt that it was my fault somehow that a man on his second date with me was expected to / allowed to force himself on me. I believed that maybe because I wore too little clothing, too much makeup or flirted too much, that he was justified in beating me bruised and raping an eighteen year old girl who he knew to be a virgin.

I know better now. I know that men are people too. Men are not crazed animals with no control over their actions. Men are normal human beings who have no more right to force non-consensual sex then a women has a right to chop off her adulterous husband's dick even if she "feels like it" and "he asked for it" by cheating on her. All people are solely responsible for their actions. All people must live by all laws of the local they live in which are usually based on some form of "as it harm none, do as ye will." This applies to ALL people. men too, not just women.  A woman's clothes no more give a man the right to rape her then a man's slutting gives a woman the right to castrate him.

In this case, (or at least my interpretation of this picture) it looks like the women were having an affair and the husband of the dark haired girl is about to get very very lucky and get every man's threesome wish come true, but in general an affair will just lead to bloodshed, Lol.

Now, of course, anyone who's read my blog knows that I like sexual play that is closer to rape then most women like... I like whips and bruises. I like to be tied up or forced down and to feel like a man is taking control of me. However, I like this play (along with all other women I know that like this play) with my safeword in place and being respected. I like my "rape" fantasies played out under MY rules and MY terms. I love to have a man take me... in the comfort and safety of my bedroom with a man I trust and love, not in the backseat of his SUV because he can't take no for an answer. I love to be bruised the next day from his hands... because I've asked him to spank my naughty ass not because I wouldn't stop struggling and it was the only way he could get me to settle down long enough to get off in me.
 

I have found that women who were raped usually fall in to two categories sexually... they either want nothing to do with any sexual play that reminds them of the incident - which really makes the most sense to me. Or they turn out like me - super kinky chicks who like it rougher then most women ever like it. However, the very nature of most consensual rough play is the opposite of the man raping the woman, in fact, the woman is the one in complete control at all times and SHE says yes/no, stop/go. I think that it's because they need to relive the incident in a way that puts them in control of the situation - and/or the rape incident that she lived through did result in an orgasm on her part and hence something was rewired in her brain to link the rape situation with orgasm and she is trying to recreate that rush in a safe environment.

So, to sum it up here. Women can dress however the heck they want and men do not have the right nor even the excuse to rape them - or sexually assault them - or touch them - or anything beside fantasize about them in their dirty minds. EVEN if it is Halloween. It may make my day when I catch a guy looking at me in the way I know he's fantasizing. It's very flattering to be appreciated as a woman and as a sex object. But, there is a major difference between an appreciating look and rape, and if a person thinks otherwise, they are lacking something that is vital to their very humanity.

Halloween is an awesome time of year! When else can you see a costume like this out on the streets? So much fun to look at, just don't touch unless she verbally asks!

Nice and red: red and nice.

Got a nice glow going on tonight....

Love the little heart at the bottom right there...

Such strong hands on a sexy man...

The Evil Stick really earns it's name...

Floggers on Parade

I have gotten a few new floggers recently and the "Evil Stick" finally came too. My ass feels awesome!

Above, you will see all of our smack-my-bottom toys laid out on top of our dog crate. My man feels so bad about hitting me in front of the three dogs. Two of them run away from him and hide. The third dog (who I've had for six year and who is a total momma's girl) will actually pose up on him and growl ... we quickly learned that "don't worry she likes it" doesn't translate to dog language and we lock them out of the bedroom when certain types of playtime are in session.

Here my man is showing off our new black leather cat-o-nine tails. We actually ordered this from BudK.com for $5.98. It feels nice and stingy - it needs to be broken in some more because it has a tendency to leave black flakes/dyes all over my nice reddened ass. I tried to give my man some homework and told him to start beating the couch and bed and other inanimate objects with it until it stops shedding - which of course let to him reminding me who was boss (very pleasantly to my way of thinking, Lol) and making me to do it myself.

This is the infamous "Evil Stick" which I actually ordered in "Evil Wand" length from the site I linked in an earlier blog. It looks all pretty and delicate, but this little fucker has a stinging bite to it. My man likes to tell me how little effort he is putting into it when he's striking me with this little wooden heart - he holds it between a couple fingers and his thumb and flicks his wrist at me - it leaves a red cane-like welty mark when the rod part hits me and a heart-shaped red mark/bruise where the purple wood meets my ass cheek. Then he will actually put some arm behind it and make me cry out my safe word. Mmm.

You can't tell it in this picture, but the flogger part of this tool is red rubber. It's almost like a bunch of red cooked spaghetti noodles (if noodles were unbreakable). This is my new favorite toy. It's a bit more thuddy then stingy (except where the noodle tips wrap around and get me on the thigh). But, I can take a lot of this particular flogger. It's brings a nice rosy glow to my bottom within a few strokes and the color just keeps deepening and deepening - which doesn't happen with some of my other toys because I safe word before the more stingy ones can get my color up. We bought this at the sex toy shop in the store a couple towns over. Our "local" store doesn't carry any bdsm equipment - which is a shame - tho I would probably buy out all of their supplies if they did stock my type of toys so maybe it's a good thing they don't keep anything really mean in stock, Lol.

I don't know why my camera doesn't seem to show the red marks that the wooden heart leaves on me when I'm struck with this little Evil Stick. Maybe too much flash. Anyways. Trust me, there were a quite a few bright red dots on me from this super stingy little toy. I can take this smack anywhere ... even boobs aren't safe from the little heart.

This picture show the red noodle like quality of this flogger. I love it! These rubber strings are practically like being smacked with a solid rubber hammer or something when its swung quickly, and more like broom bristles when it's brought down slower. Either way it seems to bring out the color in my bottom.

My man had to brush off the black specs off my cheeks before taking this picture, but other then that, I quite enjoyed the feel of this new one too.

Of course, when I'm getting my beatings, I have to be strapped in so that I can't turn around or try to avoid the floggers. Our home improvement project of adding hooks into the walls at the head of our bed has come in VERY handy lately - tip to those who want to try this, make sure you know where the studs are in your wall or invest in a good stud finder ... our wall now looks like a woodpecker was set loose on the walls because I was impatient and hammered in a small nail every couple inches til I found the studs for the hooks to be screwed into. I'm thinking we will have to invest in some actual leather cuffs soon... I can't struggle very hard in these rope ties otherwise I will leave marks on my wrists that would be very hard to explain at the office the next day, Lol.

The nip of autumn is in the air... it brings glowing cheeks everywhere...

Nothing is quite as nice as a glowing red bottom...

A red bottom brought about by a whip and strong hands...

Sexy man getting the whip out...

My man is .... all man ....

Pain and pleasure - A typical fantasy...

The below is a work of complete fiction (tho I may wish otherwise). It's a fantasy of mine that has made it into writing... 

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I was just getting back from lunch with my dad. I had come in to say hello to my old boss- his secretary. I used to have a summer job as office girl here. Many people had changed since I worked here tho. I hardly recognised anyone. The older lady and I chatted for a few minutes then I decided to head out. I was playing hooky from work that day and wanted to get home and relax. I waved goodbye to my dad who was on the phone as I passed his open office door.

The door to the office across from my dads stood slightly open. Soft music was playing inside and I paused on my way out to see if I recognized the song. I didn’t. But before I could head on my way the professor came round the corner and saw me standing near his door. "Hi Kate" he said genially and he seemed to herd me into his office. I was a little surprised when he closed the door behind us. I had seen him a couple times in passing but didnt really know the man. I guess he recognised me from the pictures my dad had of his family adorning his office walls. Once inside I recognized the song on the radio as one of the top rap songs of the week. Not what I would have expected from this middle-aged college professor. I looked at him with a new interest as he began the polite questioning  that always seemed to fill conversations with my dad's colleagues. How was work. How was life. Any man on the scene yet. What was I doing with my life. I could recite the answers in my sleep so I almost tuned him out as I held a conversation and took in his office- and him.

The professor looked to be in his early 40's. Had pitch black hair and a Native American feel to his high cheekbones and dark piercing eyes. He could play the "bad boy" in a movie I thought. Just the right natural darkness to be cast as the "vampire in the alley waiting for an unsuspecting citizen" role. He obviously worked out I noticed with a blush as I caught myself gazing at his broad shoulders and flat stomach. The black polo shirt highlighted his tan and the sleeves stretched over thick biceps. I pictured those arms holding himself up over me in a soft bed. When I finally noticed that he had gone silent and was watching me lust after him, I blushed furiously.  The whole situation seemed awkward suddenly, and I became very conscious of the closed door on the other side of him.

I stood up and moved to quickly pass him and leave- there was no point in trying to pretend I hadnt just been sizing him up like a piece of meat. It would be better to just leave and avoid him in the future I thought. The silence was thick and our eye contact constant as I tried to slide past him towards the door. His hands shot out and wrapped tightly around my wrists. I took a couple quick breaths and tried to still my racing heart. I varied between fearing him and wanting to beg him to fuck me right there on his desk. My breaths were shaky and I could no longer meet his eyes. My glance darted nervously around the small office as he stood and pulled me closer to him. Six foot six inches of dark psychology professor loomed over me. I wanted nothing more then for this beast to ravage me. But, at the same time I feared at any moment the door to the office would be pushed open and someone would interrupt us. The very fact that I worried about being "interrupted" instead of being "saved" told me that my lust was going to get the better of me.

I finally looked up at him and saw something hard and almost menacing in his eyes. The hands gripping my wrists in let go but I was immediately held in place by both of his large hands encircling my neck with his thumbs pushing up on the underside of my chin so my head tilted backwards making my mouth very vulnerable to his. I was embarrassed with myself for panting softly as his mouth came closer to mine. His fingers curled slightly and I felt the hard press of nails in the back of my neck shoot shivers down my spine as his mouth crushed against mine harshly. I found myself going lightheaded as his hands tightened still more around my neck. My own hands reached up desperately and clawed at his fingers as my tongue fought with his and my body heated up.

He dropped his hands, backed away from me. I was suprised as he then ordered me to follow him and he turned and strode out the office door. I followed. All the way down the hall. Down the stairs. Across the parking lot. Almost running to keep up with his long strides. He seemed to glide rather them walk. Every movement he made seemed smooth and feral. He slipped between two parked vehicles and as I followed him he suddenly turned and crushed me against the jeep with his hard body. His hand wove its self in my hair and he jerked my head sideways. Hot lips found my neck and I squirmed. The lips were immediately replaced by teeth. Teeth that were sharp. Sharper then they should have been, a question raised itself in my mind but before I could voice it he bit me. Hard and deep he bit me. I cried out loud as I could feel blood trickle down the inside of my shirt from his bite. A strong cool hand covered my mouth and drowned out the cry. As the pain shot down my body I felt him grow hard against my tummy- an impressive hardness. He opened the passenger door of the jeep and pushed me roughly inside.

My hand clamped to my neck to rub away the pain. I sat motionless in the front seat as he rounded the front of the jeep and climbed in the driver side. I wondered if I should get out and run. The bite had hurt. There was hardly anything sensual about it and if it hadnt been for the kiss back in the office I doubt I would have been turned on at all by this point. I tried the handle experimentally. It was locked. I looked around and couldn’t find a unlock button anywhere. I turned slowly and met his eyes. "One chance" he said coldly. He hit the unlock button on his side and sat looking at me. My one hand on the door handle, my other still holding the bite wound on my neck I looked back at him- torn between fear and the lust that was still murmering in my body.

I slowly released the handle and reached for my seatbelt. Without meeting his eyes again I pulled the belt across me and clicked it. I looked at him again, a bit shyly. I wasnt the type of woman that men usually took to. I'd had my share of partners but none of them had been the random, passionate "oh my god fuck me now" type of encounters. This was the stuff of novels and I decided I would be a fool to pass it up. There was a faint smile playing on his mouth but the hardness was still in his eyes as he started up the jeep and pulled away from the parking space. We drove for thirty minutes without saying a word.

Halfway through the trip I pulled my hand away from my neck and sat watching him. Now that I knew he knew and was ok with my lust of him I let myself indulge in it. The thick arms were just as threateningly exciting as before. His hands were broad and smooth and now knowing how they felt gripping my neck I couldn’t help but shiver as my gaze wandered to them again. I let myself look to his pants where I could still see a bulge from where he'd hardened against me back in the parking lot. I had the sudden urge to reach over and fondle him through the khakis. I did. Well, tried to. My hand slowly crept over his leg and cupped him through the pants gently, but then he grabbed my hand harshly and jerked it up to his mouth where he bit the inside of my wrist lightly and laughed at me before pushing my hand back into my own lap.

Finally we pulled up at an older looking house at the end of a small road through the woods. I went to open my door but found it was once again locked. He smiled at me and got out of his door and came around and opened mine. "Its childproofed. There is no way to ever open it from the inside." I looked at him with suspicion. That meant that back in the parking lot when he had "unlocked" the door for me I really could not have left had I chosen to. Fear grew inside me again as he reached in and grabbing both my wrists with his hands he jerked me roughly out of the jeep.

He immediately took the collar of my shirt in his hands and tore it open along the front, tearing off most of the buttons as he did so. I shuddered as the cold wind bit my bare skin and backed away from him. Once again his body crushed mine to the side of the jeep and he murmured in my ear. "Don’t worry little girl, you will experience nothing but pleasure with me. Maybe painful pleasure, but you will enjoy it." He backed away from me and still gripping one of my wrists he led me into the house. He walked slower this time. I shivered in the cold but didnt need to run to keep up with him. He never let go of my wrist. I wondered at why he didnt hold my hand as a normal man would have. But, I realised that I enjoyed the feel of being in his control. I prefered this wrist holding. Maybe he could sense that about me.

The bedroom was a dark sensual affair. The walls were painted crimson and the black carpet let to a large bed draped in black velvet covers and red silk sheets. The ceiling was covered in mirrors and the walls adorned with candelabras holding upwards of one hundred candles. I found it strange that the candles were all already lit. Perhaps they were fake, or he had servants. He was watching me take in the room. The from behind me his arms enveloped me. His lips found my ear then down to my neck again. I was braced for it this time. When his teeth sank into my neck I leaned back into him and relaxed into the pain. My brain went fuzzy and it took all my self control not to fight against him and his harshness. As the pain grew it turned into pleasure. As I relaxed into it, it overwhelmed me. I almost orgasmed right there from his teeth breaking my skin and his tongue lapping at the wounds.

 

He led me to the bed and lay me on my back. He crawled on top of me and his mouth found mine again. Urgency and passion filled me and my hands clawed at his shirt, pulling it up over his head and revealing a muscular broad torso that was an even golden tan. I grew wet at the sight of all that delicious flesh. On impulse I reared up under him and bit hard on his shoulder. He cried out but didn’t move to stop me. I bit harder and harder and he groaned. I couldnt break the skin tho. Part of me stil didnt want to hurt him. But, I forced myself to bite harder- I may not have his sharp teeth, but if he got to taste my blood then I was going to taste his. My hands reached around him and gripped his back pulling him down onto me with my teeth still locked into his shoulder. He moaned as he relaxed his weight onto me. I was suffocating underneath him. I couldn’t breath but as his blood finally dripped through my teeth into my mouth I felt energy and a sort of craze come over me. I released his shoulder immediately and clung to him as a lightheadedness filled me. He smiled through his pain down at my confusion. “I thought you’d like it” he said.

 

He moved me up higher on the bed then he stretched my right wrist out above my head and before I realized what was happening he had tied it with something. I couldn’t pull it back towards me. My breath quickened again as he did the same thing to the left wrist. Then he slid me as far down the bed as my bonds would allow. I was trapped- with him straddling my hips I was completely helpless.  I panted softly and pleaded with him with my eyes to kiss me again. My body was so filled with lust and desire. I wanted him to just touch me again anywhere anyhow. Yet he sat there and watched me silently. I squirmed, moving my hips up til I was pressed against him. He was hard, and huge from the feel of it.There was still a trickle of blood on his sholder from where I'd bit him. But, I was surprised that as I lay there watching the wound seemed to heal itself. There was still blood but the torn flesh smoothed itself out. I felt the heat leaving my body as I looked up at him in astonishment and confusion. He smiled down at me and I saw the flash of sharp fangs at the corners of his smile.

 

He called out something in a language I didn’t recognize. I was shocked as I watched another man almost equaling him in rugged beauty melt into the room from the very walls it seemed. This new man was only wearing boxers in black silk. He a tray with shiny objects on it. I was terrified. I felt that lust seep away again and be replaced my pure fear. I looked up at the professor straddling me. He was taking in my fear and relishing in it. My nipples were so hard and erect even though I thought I was more fearful then anything now. He began playing with them. Rolling them between his fingers and pinching hard sometimes with his fingers sometimes trapping them between his nails. I moaned and cried out, the whole time feeling myself go wetter and wetter at his touch and at the silent men watching me. I again writhed enough to feel his hard cock against me. The standing man looked at me, smiled, and murmured something in that strange language. They both smiled now, and the professor me reached for an object of steel from the tray. He clamped my nipple in a vice like clip. I cried out as he tightened it a notch more then I could stand and the soreness spread through me. He did the same thing to the other nipple. The man standing at the side of the bed reached over and held the vice-clips in place. He bent down and kissed me again. The soreness was turning into fire and my body ached for him. I wanted my wrists to be free so I could claw at him and take his cock from his pants and feel it inside me.

 

He sat back up and he reached on the tray again. A needle. I looked at him in terror. He also held up two silver rings. “I am going to adorn you” he said simply. He reached down and I watched as he set the needle against one side of my nipple which was conveniently placed for piercing. He paused and I met his eyes. It was going to hurt like hell… but could it possibly be worse then his teeth. I kept eye contact with him as he pushed the needle harder against the side of my nipple which was being held in place by the vice-clip. I cried out as the needle slowly entered the skin. I squirmed my hips and shuddered my body as he stopped pushing and waited. I made eye contact again and he pushed slowly still.

 

I swear I could feel the needle millimeter my millimeter breaking through my flesh and with each movement the pain was afresh and shot like hot fire straight to my pussy. I was soaking wet through my jeans and very close to coming just from the pain alone. I kept desperate eye contact with him, my breaths short and shallow. His every movement was slow and drawn out, and my every sensation was a confusing mixture of pain and deep pleasure. Once the needle had broken through the other side of my nipple he quickly threaded the ring through the hole and undid the clamp. I looked down with astonished pleasure to see the ring through my nipple. It was as sexy as anything I had ever seen.

 

He repeated the same slow sensual process with the second nipple. But looking at the ring in my other breast I no longer wanted the pain to stop. I kept eye contact with him allowing myself to wince and squirm with the pain. As the needle made its slow agonizing way through my nipple I mentally forced all the pain to tighten my pussy. I orgasmed just as he forced the needle through the other side of my nipple. I bucked and cried out with the intensity of the pleasure washing over me. I twisted away from his hands and tried to wrench my wrists from their bonds. They didn’t break. I lay just as helpless as before once the orgasms stopped and intense after shudders ran through me.

 

He murmured and the other man made the tools disappear and both were suddenly naked. I was so worn out from the intense pleasure I had just experienced, that I didn’t struggle at all when I felt my jeans being slid off my body. I was still trying to catch my breath as the professor knelt between my legs. His golden brown body and dark eyes so close to me. I saw his cock, hard and ready. He was large; very thick. And as he pressed its head against my pussy my back arched on its own to give him the best angle to enter me. He reached up and pinched the new rings in my nipples between the finger and thumb of each  hand. As he slammed his thick hard cock into my dripping pussy he twisted the rings hard. I cried out at both the stretching in my cunt and the pain from my nipples shooting straight to my pussy bringing me to orgasm almost immediately. He pounded me, over and over. Hard ruthless slams. With each deep thrust he twisted the rings again. The mixture of fucking and pain made me cum over and over. My body was worn out and shaking.

 

He finally reached up and undid the binds on my wrists. The other man lay on the bed and the professor turned me over and forced me into a doggy style position. He spread my legs and held me in place as the man on the bed slid himself under my body and my legs spread even wider as his hips positioned themselves to fuck me from underneath. The professor pushed my hips down. Impaling me on the man bellows cock. It wasn’t as thick as the previous one but it was longer and hit the top of my pussy  causing pain with each deep thrust. The professor was behind me and I felt his body lay over mine crushing me to the man below.

 

I moaned and tried to shift under his weight. He moved up slightly and with one deep hard thrust was buried to the base in my ass. I had no warning and I screamed out. But, neither man paid any attention to my cries. Both cocks were pounding me now. Both men’s bodies were hot and sweaty moving in rhythm against mine. My body ached. My pussy hurt. My ass now was stretched till it felt like it was ripping. I cried out and tried in vain to pull myself away from their abuse. The professor reached around my body and grabbed the rings again. A deep thrust into my ass and he twisted them harshly. I grew hot again in an instant. My body responded to the pain and I was cumming in seconds. And as they both kept up a steady rhythm my body fell into the motions with them. We writhed together and my body arched and curved to allow each best access when it came their turn to pound.

 

After an eternity of orgasms mixed with pain the men were close to cumming. They both set their teeth lightly at my neck. I moaned as the relentless pounding increased in intensity. Over and over the throbbing of their cocks and the pain in my nipples brought me to the edge of insanity and dropped me from the cliff into pleasure. They both came deep inside me at the same moment. They sunk their teeth deep into my throat as they came and the blood from their bites made my neck slick. The pain throughout my body brought me over the edge one last time.  

The writhing slowed and the men relaxed completely. The professors weight was comforting to my sore body. I relaxed and drifted off to a light sleep still covered in blood and filled with the two men.

Sex partner wanted - Next day bruises are a must...

I've been in conversation with a few women recently about the differences in sexual terms between men and women. There are many of us women out there who do not want to be treated like china dolls. We don't always want to "make love" with our partners, and forcing us can fulfill our greatest fantasy. Yet, as open as we are about these desires and as picky as we are in hopes of finding someone who can fulfill them, it seems that "I like it rough" equates to a few light slaps on the ass when he's riding us doggy style in a man's mind. How is this?

When a woman says she enjoys it rough, she isnt talking about how hard you can actually bang her, or some light spanking, she means she wants to be totally ravaged. She wants you to pin her down and not let her up. Hold her wrists in place as you kiss her. Bite her neck- hard, til she squirms. Smack her ass til its red and she's begging. Make her feel it the next day and and the day after. When a woman says she wants it rough, she wants to be sore until the next time she sees you- rope burns on her wrists and bruises on her ass.

Now that may seem extreme. And, I guess there are sometimes psychological reasons behind a woman's need to be "mistreated" like that. People may theorize that we were raped and got used to that treatment (and sometimes thats true). They may say that we never learned to connect healthily with another human so the "bad" attention is misinterpreted as good attention. They may say that we are simply warped and in need of counseling and reconditioning as to proper sexual habits.

But, it's none of that for most of us, mostly it's for the rush. We are often the same women who have multiple piercings and tattoos. We are the ones who love the rush that comes along with pain. Our bodies go into that beloved flight/fight responses and all that excess adrenaline stays bottled up in us; heightening every nerve and every sensation we experience. The pain from your rough treatment makes us ache to be closer to you. Our bodies twist and writhe. We want to please you to win your gentler affections, yet we want to disobey to make the roughness continue.

We are often the ones that are such control freaks in real life that to push our boundaries and make us FEEL in the bedroom that control has to be stripped from us. Sometimes when a woman has to juggle all the balls in her life, in the bedroom the last thing she really wants to do is have to juggle some more. Its actually a very relaxing feeling to be strapped down and not have to worry about being in control and making the right moves- to be pleased and used for pleasure without having to make the decisions that could lead to mistakes. When you are in control in bed, you are thinking and planning and deciding what to do next, when you are thinking you are not feeling- we crave to feel and the best way to get that is to not have to think about what comes next- to follow orders and let yourself be used.

Seems to me that most men are wusses nowadays. They just dont "get" what rough means and have never tried to figure out what a woman really means when she says "rough". Its outside of alot of guys comfort zones, they arent confident in what you want and it makes them timid, the minute timid enters the bedroom the woman with these types of desires check out.

Men need to understand the balance between taking her there and going too far. A woman needs to clearly tell a man that level she wants. But most often we end up telling a guy a million times what we want, no need, from them in the rough play department and they fail miserably to perform and so we check out, its just not doing it, so we smile through the sex and move on to try the next man.

Most woman friends I have I have asked her favorite fantasy - and I always ask to hear the one that she doesn't share with her other friends, the one she might be embarrassed to admit. Eight out of ten times she says that she wants a guy to have sex with her against her will. She wants to feel like she is being raped, she wants to fight and not be able to get free. Guys, if a woman actually tells you she "likes it rough," if she says those words she is not implying just just wants it hard. She is not saying to pound her faster. She is saying the following:

• She wants you to pin her shoulders down and tell her to get up and then not let her move. Tell her to try harder or you are going to stop fucking her, no matter how hard she tries you keep her pinned and make it look easy.

• When you are fucking her from behind, put your hand at the root of her hair and pull her head back. Pull it back as far as her neck will let you pull it, pull it back so far that it makes it hard for her to breathe. Tell her she can only breathe when you tell her its ok to breathe.

• Push her against a wall, but do it harder than you can ever imagine pushing a girl in real life. Push her against it to where it WILL hurt her. Pick her up, put her legs around you and with every thrust of your cock into her push her back against the wall, each time harder.

• When you are fucking her hard, hold back 10 percent without her knowing. Tell her to beg you to stop and when she does, then apply that extra ten percent, make her understand that her saying stop doesn't register with you, she doesn't actually have an option at this point.

• Tie her up, but dont tie her up with a silk tie, tie her up with nylon rope, the kind you see in the movies. When you tie her hands behind her back ask her if she can get free, while she is trying, tighten it twice as tight so she can feel that she really cant get free. If her wrists are red and sore, its not tight enough.

• Then call or text her the next day and tell her to look in the mirror at her bruises and ask her how much it turns her on to see the marks you put on her and tell her that you look forward to next time. 

If she asks for rough, this is what she wants. If you give it to her, like obviously most guys don't, you will now be her new cocaine.

So all that said, what does a girl have to do to get it rough? How clearer can we make it to a man when we want to feel them on us even after they've left? How can we make them understand that we aren't breakable? How can they understand that a spank or two only wets our appetite? And, are we unreasonable in expecting them to understand something that is so out of the norm (tho its really not given the number of women who crave it)? And, is it so taboo a desire that we shouldnt want it from the men we are with?