Writings about Sexual Sadism (3)
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The Master - Hello William!

Submitted by on March 29, 2016 (8 months ago)
Posted in Story: Fiction, English | Categories: BDSM, Taboo, Reluctance | Tags: ,

The Master - Hello William!Warning:

This story has extreme sexual and violent scenes not suited for faint hearts. Read at your own risk. 

This is an original composition of the author. Do not plagiarize. 

Enjoy reading (or not)...

@Darkstaind

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At the crack of dawn, just as the sun was about to peep between the mound of mountains in the east, a single soul was busy tending to his daisies. Another layer of plot and another batch of the lovely flowers were gingerly planted – orange daisies this time – it was her favorite color after all.

… Hannah.

The man smirked and his beady eyes glimmer with the sweet thoughts he's having. He closed his eyes, stands with his head looking up and spread eagled arms, feeling the heat of the early morning rise as it warms his skin defeating the wetness of the wet fog's reign.

Inside his mind an opera plays...

It's cold, so cold

Everywhere he looked

Darkness looms

He can see nothing

Yet he knows he's not alone

For somewhere in that basement floor

His sister and mother lays unmoving.

It's all quiet now.

Maybe his brother fell asleep in his embrace. 

He's afraid to move and let go of him for he might wake...

The Master (Ritual)

Submitted by on March 8, 2016 (9 months ago)
Posted in Story: Fiction, English | Categories: BDSM, First Time, Taboo, Mind Control, Reluctance | Tags: ,

The Master (Ritual)A week had gone by and the sleeping demon lays restless, eager to get out of its cage. Hunger evident on his rambling and a thirst for blood compels him yet once more; as convincing as a malefic force in a tidal wave of gigantic proportion.

"It's time my friend, we need to feed and find our prey."

That little voice whispering and keeps nudging him slowly takes shape behind the mirror above the sink. A person glowing, with a pair of dark angel's wings, smiling at him with eyes ablaze with menace and acrimonious sweetness - a deadly concoction sipping in his spirit, filling it with a desire so stringent as a turbulent storm brewing on the horizon ahead.

"It's time!"

Exclaiming indifference, he finally agrees and mentally shakes the hand of the monster; embracing the challenge, knowing that it’s what he really wants or rather, what he really needs to quench the craving within him.

And with that, he and the demon become one and the same. No more reflection, no more conversation, no more confusion – fueled by the same advertence and malevolent intentions, his thoughts flee, sure of its direction. It went to the building next to his own and the vivid image of the reception desk and its occupant flashed on his conscious mind, Hilda...

Hilda, her long black hair shining like a queen's crown that beacons his attention…

Hilda, just the ripe age of 25, the same age...

The Master (Escalation)

Submitted by on January 27, 2016 (10 months ago)
Posted in Story: Fiction, English | Categories: BDSM, First Time, Taboo, Mature, Mind Control, Reluctance | Tags: ,

The Master (Escalation)The stale scent of used clothes and of puffed cigars did nothing to deter the arousal of that man and woman; their sweating body glistening, their sigh of pleasure echoes and the silence of the eve gawks as it reached its crescent and rippling orgasm blinded both beyond the darkness of the moonless night.

Only the man was far from sated. Inexplicable hunger eats him from deep within and a familiar itch started rising from his gut, traveling its way to his two gloved hands. And with blank stares, in a trance, his grip tightened; watching life getting drained from his prey, lights dimming from the windows of the soul within.

“There, there, there!”

Resistance met his efforts and he found it comforting and exhilarating even - seeing her squirm, trying to free herself, scratching his arm, grasping for her dear life - breathtakingly beautiful!

“Let go... Let go... Let go.”

His caressing voice mimics that of a father convincing his daughter that a root canal is a necessary evil.

And when all is calm and serene, a smile of satisfaction adorns his face. Elation filled his hollow core. Thinking, at last he found his needle in the haystack.

"Good girl."

So good, he felt so good. For the first time, he feels complete. This is what he's been looking for all his life. The sexual gratification of inflicting terror and the power height from the fear in her eyes gives him a sensation that is beyon...

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