Fuck.
The pain, it's so damn good.
There are noises coming out of my mouth I didn't think possible-he's so fucking hot.
'Shut up.'
Fuck.
'Sorry Master'
I shut up. I am to do nothing but what he wants. I am his plaything, his toy.
'Look at me'
I turn my neck to look at him. My eyes can barely focus on his face. Fuck, his facial expression is so damn hot.
It's only been five minutes, and he's already reduced me to a quivering mess. I just love the pain. He's barely even started yet. How embarrassing.
'Say my name, slut'
Fuck, he's hot.
'M-M-Master'
I can barely talk anymore, my mind is going blank to everything but the pain and a small part of my conscience.
My shirt is covered in sweat and tears. As it should be. My hands-no, my whole body is shaking like a vulnerable little kitten.
'I thought you could take more than that. Really pathetic, slut.'
Fuck, I love it when he degrades me. My heart is racing. My eyes are having trouble focusing on things, it's so good.
'I'm sorry Master, I've been a bad girl'
'Damn right you have, now shut up and take it'
I want this so badly. I want him to humiliate me-make me cry, even. I don't know how much more I can take, but i want him to push past that boundary. I want him to break me, ruin me.
I feel his hand gently on the side of my face. I know what that means.
He hits me. Fuck, I love it when he hits me. It's the best kind of pain you could ever imagine and it's just so fucking hot. I can't help but whimper and moan at the pain.
'Fuck'
The word barely leaves my mouth at all-quieter than a whisper it went. On hearing it, he can't help but smile.
'You liked that, didn't you'
He knew the answer was yes, he just wanted to hear me say it.
'F-Fuck yes M-Master,' I stammer out between breaths. He has an insane effect on me, I don't know how he does it but it's so hot.
'Hit me h-harder p-pwease'
I want more pain, humiliation. I want to feel used and useless.
Again, I feel his hand on the side of my face. A familiar feeling I associate with pain and pleasure, not even just in the circumstance anymore, but all the time.
He hits me harder. The force of the hit turns my neck slightly. That's hot.
'I want to bite you.'
Yes. Fuck yes. The pain from his bite is unreal. It's like no other pain I've ever felt, like a sharp knife is being slowly inserted into my neck.
'Fuck, p-pwease Master'
I barely manage to get the words out of my mouth at all. Speaking takes all of my energy now. Fuck, I'm in such a state.
He leans in and plants a gentle preemptive kiss on my neck. The calm before the storm. That's hot. I know exactly what's about to happen. The thought of it makes my eyes roll back in my head.
He bites me. Fuck. The pain is like a thousand wasp stings in the same spot. Glorious, massive pain. Shit, I'd die for this.
He eases off the pressure to make me think it's over, before tightening his jaw even more than at first. I saw this coming, but it was no less of a surprise to me. I'm whimpering like a stabbed cat.
He stops, and grabs a handful of my hair. Forcing me to look at him, he smiles.
'Your blood tastes really nice, kitten.'
He lets go of my hair and I fall to the bed, quivering, whimpering, crying. I'll be like this for the next 20 minutes while I recover from the psychological torment that is being pushed way beyond your pain boundary, and loving every second of it.
