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[Homburg]

And the 6 month scar thing is just my skin type and how my body heals. I'm accident-prone, so I've had a lot of experience with this. It really doesn't matter what kinds of horrible things happen to me; the scars are gone (or at least faded to where you can't see them, since they say scars never really "disappear") within 6 months. *Sigh* It's not fair.

I saw a t-shirt once that said "Scars are tattoos with cool stories."

I'm the same way with scars, though not 6-months. I used to have some really cool ones, including a burn with a really neat shape, but they've all faded. I grew the goatee because of a wicked scar under my chin (it was a bitch to shave, so I stopped). It's long gone, but the goatee remains.

 

[VelvetDarkness]

The 'Bagged in Baghdad' SRP linked in my sig is illustrative of a recurring fantasy I've been having since I read this story.

Doesn't trump our Bunny though.

Thankyou for sharing. Some of that made me wince but it all made me hot. Fucked up cookie that I am.

 

[BiBunny]

I saw a t-shirt once that said "Scars are tattoos with cool stories."

I'm the same way with scars, though not 6-months. I used to have some really cool ones, including a burn with a really neat shape, but they've all faded. I grew the goatee because of a wicked scar under my chin (it was a bitch to shave, so I stopped). It's long gone, but the goatee remains.

I have an autoimmune condition that's characterized by the overproduction of collagen, so my skin is all wonky. It's nice for when I cut myself shaving or something because I know it won't leave a scar, but if you want something to scar, it sucks. Not to mention this ugly thing that covers the outside of my right thigh.

The 'Bagged in Baghdad' SRP linked in my sig is illustrative of a recurring fantasy I've been having since I read this story.

Doesn't trump our Bunny though.

Thankyou for sharing. Some of that made me wince but it all made me hot. Fucked up cookie that I am.

We're all fucked up around here--some of us are just worse than others. The thread in your sig is hot, too!

 

[catalina_francisco]

Phhhhbbbt.



I only whine when I'm alone. There's no one to deny me, then.

And the 6 month scar thing is just my skin type and how my body heals. I'm accident-prone, so I've had a lot of experience with this. It really doesn't matter what kinds of horrible things happen to me; the scars are gone (or at least faded to where you can't see them, since they say scars never really "disappear") within 6 months. *Sigh* It's not fair.

LOL, I have had times when I heal quickly and completely, just wish it had been the case when they operated on me and left a huge keloid scar from an inch below my waist to panty line. Darned thing is so yuck they can't even bury it with plastic surgery.

Catalina

 

[BiaTcHiNFiRe]

What a lovely thread!!!

Okay I had to subscirbe to this thread. Now I gotta write it, make it sound a bit english *chuckles* and then I might eventualy post it.

Really cool idea this thread Bunny!!

OMG I think you're first woman that made me wet *LOL* Did I tell you you are fuking HOT?!!!


I could easily say I dig all you wrote in the OP as I would enjoy all of it, but since you asked for us to spit out what we crave I will post what I crave as well. With my crap english it will take a while tho. *LOL*

I'll be back

 

[Stegral]

softie sadist??

You come to my place, I am dressed in a long deep green flowing skirt, bare feet & a black tank top.
I make you strip. I tell you to put your feet apart, hands behind your head for inspection.
Don't make a sound I tell you. I put on your collar, I circle you as I trace my hands down your body, making the nerves come to the surface. I come to the front & reach out, gripping your nipples & rolling them between my fingers, I hear you breathe in heavily, but make no sound. As a reward for this I attach the clamps to your nipples, reaching down to be sure you are hardened by my touch. I find you not quite up to MY liking & I give the balls a smack with my crop & as I ask why my cock is not hard. you must not be excited to serve as you led me to believe. I handle you roughly as I put on your custom made leather cock harness/ball stretcher, again I hear your breathing increase but no sounds. I squeeze the balls & feel you gain in size & girth, filling the harness.
much better, now prone. I state harshly. you drop to your knees quickly, flowing out like I desire till your ass is exposed, head on the floor, arms up, back straight & legs apart. I move around to the back, inspecting you, pinching your flesh, making you twitch. Crouching slightly I reach down & grab hold of your sac from between your legs. who's is this? is this MY sac? are these balls mine? I feel you shiver in delight at this as you answer "Yours M'Lady" I move to the side & rub your so prone ass, warming it up for your reward.
You were told only to respond one of 3 ways. no M'Lady, yes M'Lady or forgive me M'Lady. I tell you that I am pleased with your memory, coming to the side I reach in & grab your cock & ask you who's it is & am answered the same. I reward you with 6 good swats, 3 per cheek as I force the leather around MY cock into the flesh slightly. slowly stroking you I can feel the build up and I stop. On your back I command & you flatten out to roll over. I put a foot on your face, massage it I tell you. you set to work licking the arch, kissing the toes, nibbling the heel. I look down to the bobbing member in its leather harness, straining at the snaps. Changing feet I order you to even it out. and again you set to work. I see the tip starting to glisten so I reach out & tap the sac with my crop, tapping the harness with the crop as well.
I remember the clamps on your nipples & flick them off with the crop, watching you writhe in agony as the feeling comes rushing back with the blood. I remove my foot from your mouth abruptly, leaving you open mouthed for a moment, wondering if you did something wrong. I reach over & pick up a small pouch, opening it I straddle your face, my skirt cutting off everything but a dark view of my inner calves & thighs. I begin to squat, but am just out of range, but you can smell me, you want to taste me, you need to service me. you feel the pouch as I place it on your bellybutton, realizing it isn't very heavy. then you feel them... tiny clothes pins being attached to MY sac, one by one... clip, clip,clip as MY cock starts to jump at each one applied. I hold it down for a moment then you realize I am closer, just as my panty covered crotch covers your face. you breathe in long & hard as I settle on your face. I grind slowly as I apply pins to the exposed cock flesh, taking pins off the balls & reapplying them. I attach a few to your inner thighs & one or two behind the sac, taking some off & reapplying more as I sit on your face. you are puzzled as to what you should do. should you lick without being told or allow the use of your face as I see fit? as thought I have read your mind I tell you to service me through the panties, you enjoy my nectar that much then I need to cum hard enough to soak them, get to work slave! as you lick & press up into me, bites & nibbles & hard licks as I grind into you while playing my game of pin the genitalia. I reach up on occasion & tweak your nipples for good measure making sure you remember who is in control. I reach down & in a violent gesture scrape all the pins off at once feeling you buck at the sheer pain that induced, but watching you throb & bounce all the same. I grab you & stroke you knowing you will not cum until I allow it my other hand wraps around the sac for a moment before releasing it to move to the floor for balance. I feel the heat between my legs, knowing I am close I give you a hard jerk as I sit up straight & mash my cunt into your face, grinding against your nose as it forces my panties tight into my ass, I buck calmly as I cum, allowing the juice to flow freely as I feel you suck in my lips to draw out my orgasm. I open my eyes to see you dripping in precum, the sheer abuse of your face, the pain from your lower body mixed with the knowledge of your Lady's orgasm has brought you to the brink. getting up I take my cum soaked panties away from your mouth, stepping off of you I remove them & stuff them into your mouth, gagging you.
Now slave, get up & make dinner...

To be continued????

 

[00Syd]

The 'Bagged in Baghdad' SRP linked in my sig is illustrative of a recurring fantasy I've been having since I read this story.

Doesn't trump our Bunny though.

Thankyou for sharing. Some of that made me wince but it all made me hot. Fucked up cookie that I am.

Thanks for linking to that story! It was great. I can see how that became a recurring fantasy for you

 

[marieR19]

Okay, this is a bit long, but it's the shortest thing I could find in this particular story... It's a non-consentual forced slavery type thing (that later turns consentual)... Kirstin is me. Sophie is based on a woman I knew/crushed on during high school. I tried to edit for grammar/spelling errors, but I may have missed some.

Sophie quickly pushed Kirstin all the way back against the couch and kissed her hard, almost immediately biting on her lip and forcing her mouth open with her tongue. Kirstin whimpered loudly and tried half- heartedly to push Sophie away, but only for a moment, before reluctantly giving in and kissing her back. Sophie smiled against the kiss and let go of Kirstin’s wrists, moving her hands to push up Kirstin’s top and rub her breasts softly. For a slight moment Kirstin tensed, but she forced herself to relax as Sophie’s fingers ran over her breasts skillfully. Sophie’s tongue deftly flicked in and out of Kirstin’s mouth, and before she could stop herself Kirstin was moaning softly.
Kirstin mentally kicked herself for moaning, just seconds before she had been nearly crying, so scared with what Sophie was saying, and now she was moaning?! But no matter how scared she was a few seconds ago, no matter how scared she still was, she could not deny that Sophie’s fingers on her breasts felt amazing, and Sophie’s lips and tongue were driving her wild. It was very easy to tell that Sophie was very experienced at this, and she knew exactly how to push Kirstin’s buttons… Which should have made Kirstin angry and frustrated, but instead it simply made her frustrated… sexually frustrated.
Sophie picked up the pace a little and started manipulating Kirstin’s nipples, pulling and twisting and pinching at just the right amount of pain and pleasure to make Kirstin squirm and try to pull away, but not very seriously try to pull away, simply half- heartedly. Sophie slowly pulled her lips away from Kirstin’s and kissed down her cheek and jaw to her neck, and started sucking and licking along Kirstin’s neck.
Kirstin moaned louder and pushed her body against Sophie’s, unconsciously wrapping her arms around Sophie’s body and pulling her down onto the couch so that Sophie was straddling Kirstin. Kirstin could not think about what she was doing, if she did she knew that she would end up getting freaked out and scared and try to push away for real, so she just focused on Sophie’s touches and on the feelings and pleasure that were quickly mounting in her body. She arched her body into Sophie’s hands and leaned her neck back so that Sophie could have better access to her throat, and Sophie immediately attacked her throat with renewed vigor.
Sophie was very pleasantly surprised at Kirstin’s new found willingness, and decided to take full advantage of it before Kirstin changed her mind or got to scared. She stepped up her licking and sucking on Kirstin’s throat and neck, biting and nipping across her neck until Kirstin cried out in pain. Kirstin did not try to pull away though, so Sophie kept on. She was pinching Kirstin’s nipples harder by then, rubbing and pulling and making Kirstin whimper as the mixture of pleasure and pain flowed through her.
When Sophie’s left hand started moving down Kirstin’s stomach towards her pants, Kirstin tensed and gasped a little, and for a moment Sophie thought that she might try to push her away. But after a few seconds of being tense and scared, Kirstin did the unthinkable; She wrapped her hands in Sophie’s hair and gently pulled Sophie’s head up from her neck, kissing her with a hot passion and urgency. Sophie’s heart raced and her spirits soared as she realized that she had won, she had completely pulled Kirstin into the moment and there was no way that Kirstin was going to resist now. She had manipulated Kirstin’s mind and body until Kirstin was so caught up in the moment and in the arousal that she could not do anything but respond.
Kirstin’s tongue flitted over Sophie’s lips as Sophie’s hand moved down and started undoing the buttons on Kirstin’s jeans. Kirstin silently wiggled out of the jeans, never breaking her urgent and deep kiss with Sophie, pulling Sophie closer as soon as her jeans and underwear were gone. Sophie bit down on Kirstin’s bottom lip, hard, and Kirstin gasped and half- whimpered, half- moaned, squirming around on the couch.
When Sophie’s finger lightly grazed across her pussy, Kirstin just about jumped into the air. She moaned loudly and her breathing became even more labored, and she twisted away from Sophie’s kiss long enough to gasp out, “Please… Please, I need release, please fuck me…” Her eyes were closed in ecstasy and her head was thrown back, and Sophie suddenly smirked, this evil and wicked grin that lit up her entire face and darkened her eyes at the same time. While Kirstin’s eyes were closed, Sophie slowly licked along Kirstin’s jaw and down her neck, at the same time repositioning herself and her fingers. With a strong, violent jerking motion she buried three fingers deep into Kirstin’s cunt, and Kirstin’s eyes flew open as she screamed. Sophie’s eyes were dark with a mixture of anger and smug control as she stared at Kirstin, starting a rapid rhythm with her fingers. “You want me to fuck you bitch? Alright I will! But you do not deserve release and I will not allow it!”
Kirstin started struggling earnestly against Sophie, but Sophie just pinned her to the couch with her body as she slammed her fingers inside of Kirstin as hard as she could. “Stop! Please… Please no, Sophie nooooo…. Hurts… Hurts so bad, please stop!” Her arousal had very quickly diminished as the pain of Sophie’s hard thrust took over… Her tight and inexperienced pussy was not used to that kind of hard fucking, and was deriving absolutely no pleasure from it at all. Kirstin tried to push Sophie’s hand away, but all she got for her effort was a sharp smack across the face from Sophie’s free hand.
“Shut up and stop squirming damn it! It will hurt a hell of a lot less if you just relax and let it happen.” Sophie’s voice was loud and impatient, and Kirstin tried to stop struggling and stay still, if only in hopes of not getting Sophie any madder at her. Tears slipped down her face as Sophie’s fingers kept moving inside of her, in and out, over and over, until the pain blended together into a long dull ache instead of a sharp pain like before. Kirstin was whimpering softly, she could not stop the soft whimpers of pain that left her mouth at every hard thrust of Sophie’s fingers, but she stayed still and forced herself to keep her hands down and let Sophie do it, she did not want to get hurt any more then was already happening.
Sophie leaned forward and licked Kirstin’s neck again before biting hard, making Kirstin cry out in pain once again. Sophie kept biting all over her neck, not the soft pleasurable nibbles of before but harsh painful bites, and the pain quickly blended with the pain in her pussy and Kirstin started struggling again, the pain and tears and whimpers making her panic slightly. “You are going to learn someday Kirstin, you are a slave and you obey me! And if I want to hurt you there is nothing that you can do to stop me, and fighting me usually just makes me mad, so shut up and take it! The faster you learn and accept that, the better off you will be.”
Sophie stared at Kirstin for a moment, and then her free hand reached down and pinched Kirstin’s clit hard, and Kirstin screamed and thrashed her head back and forth on the couch, her hips bucking uncontrollably against the pain and the small bit of pleasure that was pushed forth. Sophie did not let go, she kept her fingernails digging into Kirstin’s clit as she thrust her three fingers in and out of her pussy, a determined and evil look covering her face and making her eyes look positively scary. Kirstin sobbed and whimpered and tried hard to push Sophie away, but Sophie was of course way too strong and Kirstin was so scared and nervous that she could barely even move let alone push anyone away. She lay there and cried as Sophie’s fingers moved faster and rougher, her sobs turning into soft choking sounds as she struggled to breathe.
All of the sudden Sophie’s hands were gone, and Kirstin was left gasping for air and sobbing uncontrollably as Sophie stood up and walked away without so much as a backwards glance.


Heather

 

[Life_Noir]

Is it just me or has anyone else noticed we all seem to be wound a little bit tighter and a tad more feral in what is making our brains spin? I was feeling it and I've noticed more posts where it seems others are too.

Bibunny I hope that I get to the point where I feel as free expressing what I fantasize about as you are. I admire that you just put it out there. I haven't figured out what my block is on that yet, but your ability gives me hope.

While there are some parts of your fantasy that made me cringe, I can appreciate the ferocity. Just the idea of it...

Nah...They're just talking about it more....

At the risk of gatting called for "billy badass" {*sigh* You could have picked a different term Roscoe}...
I'm just about that feral all the time. {which is a somewhat ...... Problematic admission.}.. I just keep it screwed down to the point where it doesn't show. {I hope}... As it makes life somewhat difficult if the normal people think you are a sociopathic werewolf..
You keep it ground down until you feel like you HAVE to start banging your head against hard objects...
Till your jaw hurts from gritting your teeth.
Till you find yourself clenching your hands against the urge to strangle or strike the stupid, obstructionist, assholes you have to deal with on a daily basis.
*sigh*
If you're lucky you find an acceptable release for it... If not *shrug* You survive...
It fades...
But..
It comes back.....

As for Bunny's OP....

Mmmmmmmmm ............. Ok.

 

[BiBunny]

Nah...They're just talking about it more....

At the risk of gatting called for "billy badass" {*sigh* You could have picked a different term Roscoe}...
I'm just about that feral all the time. {which is a somewhat ...... Problematic admission.}.. I just keep it screwed down to the point where it doesn't show. {I hope}... As it makes life somewhat difficult if the normal people think you are a sociopathic werewolf..
You keep it ground down until you feel like you HAVE to start banging your head against hard objects...
Till your jaw hurts from gritting your teeth.
Till you find yourself clenching your hands against the urge to strangle or strike the stupid, obstructionist, assholes you have to deal with on a daily basis.
*sigh*
If you're lucky you find an acceptable release for it... If not *shrug* You survive...
It fades...
But..
It comes back.....

Ditto. *Sigh*

As for Bunny's OP....

Mmmmmmmmm ............. Ok.

 

[BiaTcHiNFiRe]

Not my own words, but it says exactely what I would like to say.


I want.....I need your touch. Fingers circled around my throat, teeth clamped on my nipple, hand burried in my hair, to pull my head back and look into my eyes - pain. The kiss of the whip that makes me cry out and writhe. The crop singing its melody of anguish on my ass and thighs. The inescapable firey fury of your cock. The satiny skin of your cock exposed to my tongue’s worship. The burning ripping joy of it being thrust into my dry resisting cunt. The splitting agony of being taken anally. I want to be held as your good girl, treated as your bitch, used as your whore, and loved as your complete partner.

I want to feel you grind me into nothingness and hold me close and tight and make me everything. I want to see myself reflected in your eyes as the most beautiful special being you have ever known. I want to be dragged down and crawl as an objectified cunt you can never replace. I want it all. I want you in all of you multisided glory Sir.


Thats it. Thats what I want. *shivers, moans & stuff*

 

[RicR]

this post seems to be strong - but is it a sign of weakness at the same time? Or is it like any masochism a game of strength and weakness at he same time? I cannot believe that reality of sex can be so poor - only pain as a confirmation that you still are alive...

 

[malinborn]

Walked into her room that night
I took a look around,
I knew I'd stepped where I belong
But I could not hear a sound.
From the top of the stairs she came
She cast a look down on me,
Her every step soft like silk
in her eyes.. I know what I can be.
In her skin tight leather and thigh high boots
her kid leather gloves and crimson lips,
her every step is commanding
her tight black corset shapes her hips.
and she said...
"Welcome to my dungeon
where wicked games are played.
I am the Mistress
won't you come this way?
First, you must understand
you had a name before we met,
But when you're in my dungeon
you are simply my toy, my pet.
Is that understood my thing?
In here, you belong to me,
I can give you raw pleasures
that you've only seen in your dreams.
You're the latest of many
so many good girls and boys,
all the sweet young pretty things
make the most wonderful toys."
My eyes fell upon the floor
her gaze on me so serious and strong,
the click of her stiletto heels nearing
I fall on my knees where I belong.
In her skin tight leather and thigh high boots
her kid leather gloves and crimson lips,
her every step is commanding
her tight black corset shapes her hips.
and she said...
"Over here are the shackles
to bind you, hand and foot,
Then out with my long crop
to spank your waiting tush.
When I'm done with your moans
you come over to the wall,
In the air, I will suspend you
My sweet hanging pet, you won't fall.
Now, over onto the bed
I'm going to bind you up,
Put your hands behind you head
do it now, or I'll get rough.
And now for the blindfold
for this you cannot see,
a nice thick rubber ball gag
so I don't hear you scream.
Cat-o-nine tails across your sweet thighs
candles wax patterns so nice a neat,
I'm going to touch you everywhere
from your head down to your feet."
And there I lay in dark
my Goddess what have I done,
Did I know I was in for such pleasure
And in pain all for her fun.
In her skin tight leather and thigh high boots
her kid leather gloves and crimson lips,
her every step is commanding
her tight black corset shapes her hips.
and she said...
"you will kneel and you will beg
for my hand to be swift
while you're polishing my boots
with long lovely licks
While i sit and i smoke
and enjoy each deep drag
enhale the smoke i give you
don't let me see you gag
And when we are done with that
I want you to bend over nice and far,
I'm going to spank you nice and firm
do not worry, I will not leave a scar.
With each stroke you will count
and you had better not stutter,
The sweet caress of my leather whip
Your body will shake and shudder.
my dear puppy my sweet slut
stay as steady as a rock
while i position myself behind you and
pound you with my cock
Now, on your knees, my eager pet
and avert your eyes away,
You've done very well this time
playing my most sinful games.
As a pet, remember this
always do what your told,
Please your Mistress, as she commands
and watch your fantasies unfold."

 

[myinnerslut]

*clapping*

nicely written malin

 

[malinborn]

thank you very much