Sick burn, insults, sarcasm...

[lovecraft68]

"Call you master?" Linda scoffed. "Boy, you couldn't top a Sundae."

 

[JuanaSalsa]

"Call you master?" Linda scoffed. "Boy, you couldn't top a Sundae."

"Girl, you couldn't serve a sundae," he sneered, "I suppose I'm not surprised you're having trouble with your first simple instruction."

 

[lovecraft68]

"Girl, you couldn't serve a sundae," he sneered, "I suppose I'm not surprised you're having trouble with your first simple instruction."

"This isn't literotica, kid," Linda smirked and leaned back in the chair. "Not every woman is submissive.

She lifted her leg, used the edge of the table to slide her heel off and placed her bare foot on top of it.

"How about you do something with your tongue besides wag it? Start on my foot, and maybe if you're any good, you can work your way up."

 

[JuanaSalsa]

"This isn't literotica, kid," Linda smirked and leaned back in the chair. "Not every woman is submissive.

She lifted her leg, used the edge of the table to slide her heel off and placed her bare foot on top of it.

"How about you do something with your tongue besides wag it? Start on my foot, and maybe if you're any good, you can work your way up."

Henry laughed,"Oh I know. I've met dominant ladies, and you aren't one. You're cute when you try, though."

He took her foot in his strong hands, pressing his thumb into the sole, right under the ball, where it hurt. Grinning when she gasped, he leaned down and licked her ear.

"If you want my tongue somewhere else, you're going to have to earn it. You can start by calling me Master."

 

[lovecraft68]

Henry laughed,"Oh I know. I've met dominant ladies, and you aren't one. You're cute when you try, though."

He took her foot in his strong hands, pressing his thumb into the sole, right under the ball, where it hurt. Grinning when she gasped, he leaned down and licked her ear.

"If you want my tongue somewhere else, you're going to have to earn it. You can start by calling me Master."

"I'm sorry, master." Linda lowered her gaze, her shoulders slumping in submission. "Please allow me to be a good little whore and make it up to you."
"That's better," Henry straightened, unable to keep a triumphant smile from creeping across his face.
Pointing to his jeans he said, "You expect me to take it out?"
"Of course not, master."
Linda slid off the chair, dropping to her knees. She tugged his jeans open, and slipping her fingers into the slit in his boxers, deftly removed his erect cock.
"May I?" she asked, her ice blue yes staring into his?
"May I what?"
"May I suck your cock?"
She cried out at a sharp slap to her breast, a blow hard enough to sting even through her dress and bra.
"Every sentence ends with master, slut, don't make me tell you again."
"Sorry, master, may I suck your hard cock and show you what a shameless slut I am?"
"You may."
"Thank you," she flinched when his hand rose. "Master!" she quickly added.
"You're learning."
Linda parted her lips and slipped him between them, she impressed him by easily taking his full length, and bobbing her head in a pleasing rhythm, fast enough not to tease, but slow enough that this could last for as long as he wanted it to.
"Good little skank," he whispered, his hand sliding into her long red hair, and twisting it hard enough to make her breath his around his cock. "Show me how good you are at what you do."
"Yes, master," she spoke around the tip of his cock, her eyes still on his.
"See how much more fun it is when..." he stopped when she winked at him, and her lips spread into a smile around him.

She lashed upwards with her left hand, the heel of it striking her chin. Henry screamed as the blow caused her teeth to drive into and sever his cock. he staggered back, his hands going to the spurting stump between his legs.
Rising from her knees, Linda stepped up to him and spit his still twitching flesh into his face.

Hiking up her dress, she removed the the compact Karh PM45 contained in the holster around her thigh.

"You wanted to see what I do best," she pulled off the red wig, and shook out her long blonde hair.

"Name's not Linda, bitch, they call me Medusa because everything I see, I kill."

The room filled with three sounds in rapid succession, two explosions followed by a dull thud.

You'll have to excuse me, I write a lot of feminist style action and horror stories. Can you tell I have a lot of contempt for wannabe doms? If not, I'll do better next time.

 

[Kumquatqueen]

You'll have to excuse me, I write a lot of feminist style action and horror stories. Can you tell I have a lot of contempt for wannabe doms? If not, I'll do better next time.

Horrors not my thing - I was going to continue with "Master? Oh, Master Bater... Shame, all my talent and skills and body, and you won't be getting any of it. Oh, well. I'll go find myself some better company for the night, like Mr Hitachi and Ben & Jerry..."

 

[lovecraft68]

Horrors not my thing - I was going to continue with "Master? Oh, Master Bater... Shame, all my talent and skills and body, and you won't be getting any of it. Oh, well. I'll go find myself some better company for the night, like Mr Hitachi and Ben & Jerry..."

I do like that, and I could have come up with a good brush off, but I'm in the middle of my WIP "Codename Medusa" novel and well, it was too good of a chance to pass up playing with the character.


My old website's tag line was "Not for the faint of heart" everything I write is an extreme, whether its fucking, fighting, or killing.

My parents still blame comics and dungeons and dragons for this.

 

[JuanaSalsa]

You'll have to excuse me, I write a lot of feminist style action and horror stories. Can you tell I have a lot of contempt for wannabe doms? If not, I'll do better next time.

Lol, geeze, I don't think I can make Henry recover from that utter destruction.

Horrors not my thing - I was going to continue with "Master? Oh, Master Bater... Shame, all my talent and skills and body, and you won't be getting any of it. Oh, well. I'll go find myself some better company for the night, like Mr Hitachi and Ben & Jerry..."

I like yours =]

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I would have gone a more playful route =]

Linda bit her lip as a thrill of pleasure traveled up form her foot to her groin. Damn Henry and his ability to arouse her masochism.

"If you want to be called Master, you have to earn it," Linda retorted, ignoring the pulse of her clit. "And, you know what? You can keep your sloppy tongue to yourself, seeing as how you declined my very generous offer."

She pulled her leg out of Henry's grip with a snap, then slid her foot back into her shoe. Standing up, she towered over Henry, still kneeling by the couch.

"Enjoy the view, it's the last you'll get of me," Linda said as she adjusted her clothes.

Henry smirked up at Linda, "Just how would you suggest a man earns the title of Master? You were the one who suggested this little game, remember?"

Linda frowned, "I wanted you to be a little rough, not take on airs of grandeur."

Henry stood and pulled Linda close to him, "So, it didn't make you hot, not even a little?" He murmured.

"Not even a little," Linda confirmed with a firm nod of her head.

Taking liberties he'd never would with someone he didn't know as well, Henry slid a hand down into Linda's underwear, "You feel wet to me," he pointed out.

Linda reached down and took hold of Henry's balls, squeezing, "Be careful, lover. I'm a bit cross with you just now."

"Call me Master, just one time, and you can squeeze them all you want. It'll be worth the pain," Henry grinned.

Linda narrowed her eyes and squeezed, testing Henry's resolve, "Really?"

Henry actually didn't give a damn if Linda called him Master or not, he just really fucking loved seeing her angry. He knew Linda liked it too, it was a game they'd played plenty of times before.

With a last firm squeeze, Linda pushed Henry back onto the couch, "Sit."

Henry spread his legs and put his hands behind his head. If he was going to sit, then he was going to sit like it was his idea to do so. Neither of them would ever submit to each other, and that's exactly they way they liked it.

 

[JuanaSalsa]

I am reminded of this tandem story:
https://inverarity.livejournal.com/50799.html

 

[lovecraft68]

Lol, geeze, I don't think I can make Henry recover from that utter destruction.



I like yours =]

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I would have gone a more playful route =]

Linda bit her lip as a thrill of pleasure traveled up form her foot to her groin. Damn Henry and his ability to arouse her masochism.

"If you want to be called Master, you have to earn it," Linda retorted, ignoring the pulse of her clit. "And, you know what? You can keep your sloppy tongue to yourself, seeing as how you declined my very generous offer."

She pulled her leg out of Henry's grip with a snap, then slid her foot back into her shoe. Standing up, she towered over Henry, still kneeling by the couch.

"Enjoy the view, it's the last you'll get of me," Linda said as she adjusted her clothes.

Henry smirked up at Linda, "Just how would you suggest a man earns the title of Master? You were the one who suggested this little game, remember?"

Linda frowned, "I wanted you to be a little rough, not take on airs of grandeur."

Henry stood and pulled Linda close to him, "So, it didn't make you hot, not even a little?" He murmured.

"Not even a little," Linda confirmed with a firm nod of her head.

Taking liberties he'd never would with someone he didn't know as well, Henry slid a hand down into Linda's underwear, "You feel wet to me," he pointed out.

Linda reached down and took hold of Henry's balls, squeezing, "Be careful, lover. I'm a bit cross with you just now."

"Call me Master, just one time, and you can squeeze them all you want. It'll be worth the pain," Henry grinned.

Linda narrowed her eyes and squeezed, testing Henry's resolve, "Really?"

Henry actually didn't give a damn if Linda called him Master or not, he just really fucking loved seeing her angry. He knew Linda liked it too, it was a game they'd played plenty of times before.

With a last firm squeeze, Linda pushed Henry back onto the couch, "Sit."

Henry spread his legs and put his hands behind his head. If he was going to sit, then he was going to sit like it was his idea to do so. Neither of them would ever submit to each other, and that's exactly they way they liked it.

That's really good. Apologies if I ruined the fun, I wasn't being a jerk just flexing the darker muse I guess.

 

[lovecraft68]

I am reminded of this tandem story:
https://inverarity.livejournal.com/50799.html

Its too bad Lit doesn't want long excerpts posted especially of something never posted here, because I have a great exchange between to doms, a man and woman both trying to play their game on the other, its full of great insults and a real test of wills, lot of fun to write.

 

[JuanaSalsa]

That's really good. Apologies if I ruined the fun, I wasn't being a jerk just flexing the darker muse I guess.

No worries, I had fun =]

Its too bad Lit doesn't want long excerpts posted especially of something never posted here, because I have a great exchange between to doms, a man and woman both trying to play their game on the other, its full of great insults and a real test of wills, lot of fun to write.

I had no idea that was a rule!

 

[Lifestyle66]

From my Pink Orchid story:


She peeled her skin-tight jeans down below her knees. Jan dropped to her knees and sat on the stage in front of me. She straightened her legs out toward me. "Honey?", she said in a sweet, innocent sing-song voice. "These guys want to see me without my pants. Would you help take my pants off for them?" Then in a more controlling tone, "By the way, guys; this is my husband, the sponsor of tonight's show."

I reached for the ankles of the jeans as Jan struggled pulling her legs out. She shifted one leg to the guy next to me. "Could you help my husband get me out of my pants?" she said in innocent voice.

I laughed and shook my head, recognizing she was trying to embarrass me. "You all know, don't you, she takes me home later!"

The other guy grabbed that ankle and helped pull the pant leg over her foot, as I worked on the other leg. When her pants came free, I dropped them over my lap.

"There! ... Do you guys always have that much trouble getting a girl out of her pants?" Jan teasingly asked.

 

[BiscuitHammer]

"That's a lovely outfit, Remington. Did Diana Ross mind selling it to you?"

- Mike, snarking on Janet's new red jumpsuit in 1987. Mike & Karen, chapter 25 (WIP).

 

[BiscuitHammer]

"Ugh, you obstreperous little brat! I should have swallowed you when I had the chance!"

- a very irate mother venting at her son. (WIP)

 

[RetroFan]

In your stories written in third person, do you ever throw shade at your characters not directly but indirectly using a sarcastic narrative or actions described in a neutral way but demonstrate the characters' shortcomings? For example, in my story 'Spoiled Princess Hates Camping' I mock the spoiled brat main character Madison when she throws a spat and refuses to go to a country & western theme restaurant by making the narrative similar to that of an overly dramatic teenage girl. In my 'PTA Queen Bee & the Teen Rebel' I mock a fat bully named Todd by getting inside his thoughts to reveal Todd is so stupid that he thinks about himself in the third person, and him taking over 30 minutes to realize that his skinny twin sister comparing him to the Hindenburg is her mocking him for being fat.

In Literature, I think my favourite example of this is in 'Animal Farm' where George Orwell mocks the stupidity of the sheep not by openly stating them to be stupid, but by them having to learn to say 'Four Legs Good, Two Legs Bad' because they can't learn the Seven Commandments, and even this takes a long time for them to memorize. And later in the book when the pigs teach the sheep to bleat 'Four Legs Good, Two Legs Better' learning this one word change takes over a week.