RJMasters
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She had been extremely fidgity of late. We had spoke a week before about her need for humilation and I have been up-ing the stakes over the past week with compliment after compliment till at last I can see she is emotionally thin.
Out of desperation she has tried numerious ways to push my buttons hoping I would take action and bring her down a few pegs where she felt more at ease. My response of she-can-do-no-wrong was sawing away at her sanity. She had entered her second day of her period and every little emotion was magnified 10 fold. Her mood swings went from sadness to annoyance to anger, and changed hourly or even from moment to moment.
Dinner was a disaster. She picked at her food and when I told her to stop and eat, she told me she wasnt hungry. You could feel the tension rising steadily and I felt my cock twitch knowing that this evening was going to be the one. She wanted and needed a good dose of my sadistic hunger, and I wanted to let loose in the worse way. It was as if an unspoken agreement had been reached at that moment, and we both knew that whatever happened next would be the release of pent up lusty desire and perverse pleasure.
After hearing her response, I quietly wiped my mouth with my napkin and pushed away from the table standing up.
"Suit yourself."
I turned and started to walk away. She saw the only half eaten dinner she had worked hard to prepare hoping to please him. She thought he might appreciate her effort and play with her.
"..but, you only eaten half your food? Didn't you like it?" she asked.
The perfect moment had arrived...
"I seem to have lost my appeitite. I am not sure which is worse, the stench from your cunt or your attitude."
I waited till the words cut deep and watched as the last straw broke. She picked up a plate of food and threw it against the wall screaming "FINE! You bastard!"
No sooner had the words left her mouth that a look of fear feel over her eyes and she put her hand over her mouth.
I looked at the food that still clung to the wall dripping down to the floor where the broken dish and the rest of the contents of supper lay. I felt the warm rush of anger consume me and my eyes shifted to where she sat her eyes wide knowing she was in trouble but that she might have over did it.
My hand instinctively went to my belt and I drew the length of it from my waist in one quick motion as I walked towards her. She fell to the floor saying over and over...
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry..."
"Its much too late for that. Give me your hands!"
She raised them up putting wrists together and I looped them both quickly. I then moved around behind her and grabbed her hair pulling her head back and pulling her hands up close to her neck by the belt. I wrapped the belt around her neck making sure her hands were also in the loop and then grabbed the belt tightly at the back of the neck and hauled her to her feet by the scruff of the neck and half dragged her to the back room. I dropped her on the floor and barked to get undressed. The belt unraveled easily enough when I no longer held it, allowing her to free her hands.
While she got undressed I position the St.-A cross and a recliner infront of it. I then had her place her hands and feet into the restraints locking them down one by one. When she was secure I stood infront of her looking over her body lustfully at the now exposed flesh and I slowly unbuttoned my shirt and removed it. I set it aside and picked up two black hand fitting gloves and put them on making sure they were nice and snug. I picked up the warm up flogger and the single tail and took them over and laid them in the chair. I moved a small chair stand next to the recliner and then went and opened the cabnet and poured myself a glass of burgandy and set it next to the chair and grabbed up the warm up flogger.
I began by warmed up her skin from top to bottom paying extra attention to her breasts knowing how sensitive they were during her period, but I had something special planned for her. Something more than the feel of flesh stinging.
I set the flogger aside and then used my hands to squeezed her breasts calling her my disobedient whore. She bite her lip and shook her head not wanting to hear those words.
I reached up and grabbed her chin and neck and held her head still, and reach down between her spread legs and found the string of her tampon. I made sure to telegraph what I was about to do and enjoyed the look of shame cross her face as I slowly pulled her bloody tampon out of her holding it up for her to see it.
I then swung it bringing it across her face twice reinforcing each smack of the bloody tampon on each cheek repeating my words.
My Disobedient ~Splush~ Whore ~Splush~
There was a bit of blood splatter which I felt hit my face and chest. The odor was strong. I continued to stare into her eyes until she looked down. I then release her chin and walked over and turned on some music softly of a long mournful violin and sat in my chair with her blood splatter upon me. She watched as I dropped her bloody tampon in my glass of burgandy like a teabag. There we sat and i sipped the wine mixed with her bodily taste and gazed upon her her bloody face as she hung there in shame.
After enjoying the music and my glass of bloody wine, I stood up taking up the single tail and walked towards her...
"Let's go back to the beginning of this week shall we? Step by step with a blow by blow play...."
Out of desperation she has tried numerious ways to push my buttons hoping I would take action and bring her down a few pegs where she felt more at ease. My response of she-can-do-no-wrong was sawing away at her sanity. She had entered her second day of her period and every little emotion was magnified 10 fold. Her mood swings went from sadness to annoyance to anger, and changed hourly or even from moment to moment.
Dinner was a disaster. She picked at her food and when I told her to stop and eat, she told me she wasnt hungry. You could feel the tension rising steadily and I felt my cock twitch knowing that this evening was going to be the one. She wanted and needed a good dose of my sadistic hunger, and I wanted to let loose in the worse way. It was as if an unspoken agreement had been reached at that moment, and we both knew that whatever happened next would be the release of pent up lusty desire and perverse pleasure.
After hearing her response, I quietly wiped my mouth with my napkin and pushed away from the table standing up.
"Suit yourself."
I turned and started to walk away. She saw the only half eaten dinner she had worked hard to prepare hoping to please him. She thought he might appreciate her effort and play with her.
"..but, you only eaten half your food? Didn't you like it?" she asked.
The perfect moment had arrived...
"I seem to have lost my appeitite. I am not sure which is worse, the stench from your cunt or your attitude."
I waited till the words cut deep and watched as the last straw broke. She picked up a plate of food and threw it against the wall screaming "FINE! You bastard!"
No sooner had the words left her mouth that a look of fear feel over her eyes and she put her hand over her mouth.
I looked at the food that still clung to the wall dripping down to the floor where the broken dish and the rest of the contents of supper lay. I felt the warm rush of anger consume me and my eyes shifted to where she sat her eyes wide knowing she was in trouble but that she might have over did it.
My hand instinctively went to my belt and I drew the length of it from my waist in one quick motion as I walked towards her. She fell to the floor saying over and over...
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry..."
"Its much too late for that. Give me your hands!"
She raised them up putting wrists together and I looped them both quickly. I then moved around behind her and grabbed her hair pulling her head back and pulling her hands up close to her neck by the belt. I wrapped the belt around her neck making sure her hands were also in the loop and then grabbed the belt tightly at the back of the neck and hauled her to her feet by the scruff of the neck and half dragged her to the back room. I dropped her on the floor and barked to get undressed. The belt unraveled easily enough when I no longer held it, allowing her to free her hands.
While she got undressed I position the St.-A cross and a recliner infront of it. I then had her place her hands and feet into the restraints locking them down one by one. When she was secure I stood infront of her looking over her body lustfully at the now exposed flesh and I slowly unbuttoned my shirt and removed it. I set it aside and picked up two black hand fitting gloves and put them on making sure they were nice and snug. I picked up the warm up flogger and the single tail and took them over and laid them in the chair. I moved a small chair stand next to the recliner and then went and opened the cabnet and poured myself a glass of burgandy and set it next to the chair and grabbed up the warm up flogger.
I began by warmed up her skin from top to bottom paying extra attention to her breasts knowing how sensitive they were during her period, but I had something special planned for her. Something more than the feel of flesh stinging.
I set the flogger aside and then used my hands to squeezed her breasts calling her my disobedient whore. She bite her lip and shook her head not wanting to hear those words.
I reached up and grabbed her chin and neck and held her head still, and reach down between her spread legs and found the string of her tampon. I made sure to telegraph what I was about to do and enjoyed the look of shame cross her face as I slowly pulled her bloody tampon out of her holding it up for her to see it.
I then swung it bringing it across her face twice reinforcing each smack of the bloody tampon on each cheek repeating my words.
My Disobedient ~Splush~ Whore ~Splush~
There was a bit of blood splatter which I felt hit my face and chest. The odor was strong. I continued to stare into her eyes until she looked down. I then release her chin and walked over and turned on some music softly of a long mournful violin and sat in my chair with her blood splatter upon me. She watched as I dropped her bloody tampon in my glass of burgandy like a teabag. There we sat and i sipped the wine mixed with her bodily taste and gazed upon her her bloody face as she hung there in shame.
After enjoying the music and my glass of bloody wine, I stood up taking up the single tail and walked towards her...
"Let's go back to the beginning of this week shall we? Step by step with a blow by blow play...."
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