Sadictic females

Hansdrexler

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I would like to hear from females who enjoy watching violence or being violent or maybe just watching emotional or physical suffering. Do you like to see people in pain or enjoy inflicting pain on others? Please post here the ways in which you enjoy the pain and suffering or others. Do you like getting other people to be violent so that you can watch the suffering caused by that violence? I like the thought of females being sadistic so please post or here or PM your thoughts, feeling or experiences or just tell us what you would like to do to other people. I look forward to hearing from you.
 
There is lady

Who sometimes comes on Lit who is a sadist.
She offered to sit and watch while i beat a friend of mine.
She said i would not be able to reach my friends safe word.
She is right.
 
Who sometimes comes on Lit who is a sadist.
She offered to sit and watch while i beat a friend of mine.
She said i would not be able to reach my friends safe word.
She is right.

James. You didn't explain why I made that offer.

It would hurt you to inflict pain on your friend, even though she would be more accepting of receiving it from you than from a woman.

And thank you for calling me a lady.
 
You are such a lady!!

James. You should pack a picnic lunch and take your friend for a drive to the country. Find a quiet secluded meadow. Have her strip and tie her spread eagle to an overhanging branch. Then use fresh cut branches and thrash her bottom.

Afterwards she serves the luncheon. It would be cathartic for both of you.
 
James. You didn't explain why I made that offer.

It would hurt you to inflict pain on your friend, even though she would be more accepting of receiving it from you than from a woman.

And thank you for calling me a lady.

Please tell us how this would make you feel if you got to watch James inflicting pain on his friend. Whose pain would you enjoy most and how much pleasure would it give you? You should good.
 
The lady

Would savour my anguish.
My friend would cope with the punishment.
I would not.
 
Ilsa

The settng sounds divine, sylvan even.
A meadow a picnic and a beating.
Your mind works it's magic.
 
The settng sounds divine, sylvan even.
A meadow a picnic and a beating.
Your mind works it's magic.

Pastoral would be the better word James. Considering the scene, your application of the rod. She would find comfort in it.

Your friend would do more than cope. From our conversations pain for her becomes a transfiguring event. It's the horror of it being applied by another female she cannot abide.

Hence the, pardon the colloquialism, two for the price of one. Your tenderly securing her naked body to a frame, assuring her, saying gentle things. Picking up the crop behind her so as to make sure she does not see.

And I sit in the background, sipping my wine. Quietly telling you when and where to strike. I promised her that I'd not participate, that I'd only stay back, remain seated.

Still, she'd know it was me using your hand to provide the pain she needs.

You'd know I was only that voice you hear in the back of your mind, telling you "Yes. Do it."
 
Pastoral would be the better word James. Considering the scene, your application of the rod. She would find comfort in it.

Your friend would do more than cope. From our conversations pain for her becomes a transfiguring event. It's the horror of it being applied by another female she cannot abide.

Hence the, pardon the colloquialism, two for the price of one. Your tenderly securing her naked body to a frame, assuring her, saying gentle things. Picking up the crop behind her so as to make sure she does not see.

And I sit in the background, sipping my wine. Quietly telling you when and where to strike. I promised her that I'd not participate, that I'd only stay back, remain seated.

Still, she'd know it was me using your hand to provide the pain she needs.

You'd know I was only that voice you hear in the back of your mind, telling you "Yes. Do it."

You are so cruel.
She would want to see the rod.
She would encourage me to hit harder.
She would want to reach her safe word.
You know i could not get that far.

I also remember you insisting i was naked to see how excited ingot by this!!
 
You are so cruel.
She would want to see the rod.
She would encourage me to hit harder.
She would want to reach her safe word.
You know i could not get that far.

I also remember you insisting i was naked to see how excited ingot by this!!

Your excitement is also to reward your friend James. Proof that each mark left upon her flesh caused you pleasure.

As I said, a session providing catharsis for both of you.
 
Dear Ilsa

We have stolen this thread and have gone off course.
Would you kindly tell the nice people your idea of a perfect setting.
One that would give you sadistic pleasure?

Thank you.
( Bit of artifice there, pretend groveling).
 
We have stolen this thread and have gone off course.
Would you kindly tell the nice people your idea of a perfect setting.
One that would give you sadistic pleasure?

Thank you.
( Bit of artifice there, pretend groveling).

James, you know groveling gets you the good crop.

Atmosphere I think is an important part of the experience. This isn't something that's done well in one's living room. Those fake painted faux stone walls seen in some porn is so off-putting.

A nice old Victorian parlor with wood floors and a decent fireplace is a good start. Or a well appointed bedroom but it must be large enough for a bed as well as other furniture pieces.

I like solid wood appliances; a well made and sturdy spanking bench or sawhorse are favorites. And naturally an armoire to hold the various devices for an evening's entertainment.

Speaking of entertainment James, I thought our conversation provided a more than adequate response. Allow me a brief moment of loquaciousness.

As we both intimated a female acquaintance of yours would be brought to my parlor by you. You would disrobe her, then bind her arms overhead to a robust ring placed for such a purpose. Her ankles would be spread using a bar.

You would then disrobe. This is to provide some humiliation for you; being a naked male in front of your friend but also in front of me. I would of course remain clothed.

I would be seated on a period chair, in my minds eye I see velvet for the cushion where I seat myself. You would be directed to the armoire and I'd probably have you start with a whippy leather crop.

Why is the question I think the creator of this thread wishes to know. As I've intimated, your friend craves the cleansing pain brings her. However she has a phobia of another female being the bearer of that particular gift.

You find the idea exciting and arousing. But it also brings you mental pain. That's the special part James, the pain and pleasure you'd so obviously endure.
 
My dear lady Ilsa

I swoon at the thought.

I can see you in some baronial hall, everything lit by candles, dark areas, well lit areas, a huge fire roaring.

You are sitting in a large chair or throne.
You are dressed magnificently.
(I am picturing the wicked stepmother in Snow White).

My friend and I arrive.
I tie her up as per your instructions.
She is naked and so am I.

You dictate which implements I must use.
You dictate how many strokes.
And how much force I should use.

My friend enjoys the cleansing sensation of being beaten.
She is watching you all the time, looking at your expression, judging your next actions.

To save me from reaching her safe word for the beatings, I say to you..

"My friend likes candle wax and her breasts beaten as well......."
 
I rise from my chair, your friend shrinks back even though she's bound. I circle around her, inspecting the stripes you've laid on her body. I nod my approval at your handiwork James.

You stand to her side, oh James you are so many mixed things. You enjoy what you are doing, your arrogant prick gives that away. You stay close to her side to reassure her as I get close yet her body will display your use of crop and cane for days to come.

And to keep an illusion of control you propose to hurt her in that most feminine of places. I continue my circle then turn to the armoire.

From it I remove a pair of clover clamps held together by chain. I hold them up, your friend has been watching and I want her to see them. I hand them to you, then repair to my chair.

"I approve your idea James but first attach those. There are weights... but those are for later."
 
My dear lady Ilsa

My friend has absolute trust in me, she knows that if you did anything that was against her wishes I would immediately free her.

I like the idea of the clamps, and so would she.

Having caned her I think she would want sex, her preference being anal.
I have a set of instructions as to how to proceed.
I would likely put on a pair of pants with rough material so that her ass gets some friction.

I assume you do not want to watch us have intercourse, so we will wait your return.

The clamps are in place, her ass is striped and red raw.

We will be ready for your return.

Her delight would be face fucking, breast abuse, and lighted candles.
 
James. I think it's you who'd rather have some alone time with your friend. I imagine she'd enjoy having someone view her humiliating coupling. It's you I think that wants an illusion of privacy.

No, I'll stay. Thrust into her as you will, I'll be amused to see you spend into her.

In fact let me give some assistance. Bend her over as I go into another drawer of my armoire. Here James, some weights already placed into handy hooks. Affix them to the chain that now dangles below her breasts. Yes, like that exactly. She'll thank you for it as you plunge into her, making her move. They'll pull and tug against the clover clamps making them tighten, bring ever more pressure onto her nipples.

And there James, in this drawer. A selection of lubes. Some create heat, some are numbing. Which will you choose I wonder?

I'll return to my chair and enjoy the spectacle. Please, continue.
 
My lady

Yesterday I was reading about figging which is using fresh ginger to create a sensation.
I shall try that.

I can see the nipples stretching, oh my how far can they go?

I will abuse her anus as best I can.
She will no doubt smile at you telling you she is capable of standing up to you.

Now I see some candles, not for me but for her.
However the clamps and weights have bent her forward so instead of dropping wax on her nipples I will have to drop the wax on her ass, combining with the ginger it should be a " good" feeling.

Possibly i could insert a candle into her anus so the wax drops to the backs of her thighs.
 
James, naughty James. Learning new things.

Let me prepare the ginger root James, in your excitement you might rush. Light candles and James do calm yourself. Your friends breasts will still be there, eager and ready for warm wax to be dribbled on, and then other delights.

Amuse yourself by dripping wax on your friends backside whilst I work on the ginger root. You picked a large one, well done James. Note that first I use this small paring knife and remove the skin from one end. Ahh, doesn't that smell delicious?

Now this piece is important as we don't want to loose control. I use the point of the knife and drill a small hole into the other end of the root. There, and I've some fine parachute cord in this drawer. Thread it into the hole, tie a knot. And now my stalwart James here is your new toy. Your friend should find this arousing.

A thought James. Your friend will be busy enjoying the ginger root in her anus and the addition of a candle probably wouldn't work. Melt a pool of wax on her tail bone, yes James just like that. Now set the base of this shorter, rounder candle in the pool you've created. There. As it melts we'll be able to watch the wax roll down it's side and onto the globes of her bottom.

And James you look so excited. You're dripping. Do you require the use of your friends mouth? Or her unoccupied opening? Or are you willing to wait?
 
Don't worry

I'll just beat you all for lack of tenderness

We have been through this several times before.
My friend has actually requested these things to be done to her.
However this is all play.

Ilsa, my friend and I have never met.
Although my friend is a real person.
 
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