VelvetDarkness
Polysyllable Whore x
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Well.
I'm writing this in stunned, post-violation silence. I'm in too much pain and playing host to too many adrenalin pixies to even think about sleep. Master went psycho on me just now and I loved every second. I think it merits posting for posterity.
Master had been out drinking with a friend and I went to bed at about 11.30 because I'm working early. At fuck-knows o'clock I am woken by a set of teeth in my shoulder and a hand over my mouth. He was so violent and totally disregarding of me in a way he has never been before. When I gagged on his cock he pinned me underneath him and throat-fucked me. I almost threw up. He took my pussy for a while and then moved on to the main event, dry anal.
I have never been able to tolerate it before. I have always safeworded very quickly because for some reason dry anal makes me feel like I'm going to be sick. He was lubricated with my juice but it's never enough. Tonight he just pinned me down and plunged straight in. It was so very bloody painful because he's 6'1" with a big dick and I'm 5 ft nothing with a vacuum-packed rectum. I started to cry, which is something I almost never do and I was shaking so badly I could hardly stay in position. I said everything from 'no' and 'stop' through 'get the fuck out you bastard!' (which earned me a few savage bites across my back) but at no point did I safeword. It wasn't even a case of being too sub-spaced to remember how, I just didn't. After a certain point I know it was sammy-assed stubborness and the knowledge that my arse was shredded to shit already.
After a while though (and Master lasted much longer than usual because he'd had a couple of drinks) the pain became... something else. It still hurt like fuck but I was somehow less connected to it, almost as though I was observing someone else in pain, empathising but unable to experience it. Master noticed a change in me because I stopped complaining and started joining in. He got so turned on by that.
He started calling me every name under the sun, that I was such a nasty, twisted little painwhore and I was actually grinning from ear to ear, euphoric. He got increasingly savage on my poor little backside and was still dripping filth into my ear. The kicker though, after I had endured all that and conquered it for him, Master growled that at that moment I could be any woman on the planet and he wouldn't give a shit, that I was just fuckmeat and nothing more. I came so hard I had a small epileptic fit. It just came in wave after wave of a level of nirvana I have never hit in my life before and he was still pinning me and fucking me till he came (Master is used to my little epileptic idiosyncrasies and there was no risk in him carrying on, not that he was at all concerned at the time. Since I was diagnosed I am the luckiest bitch alive for multiple orgasms so I try not to knock it too much).
So here I am, sitting rather gingerly on one side of my ravaged backside, totally wired and trying to assimilate what just happened to me while my Lord and Master shakes the house with his snores. I have never disconnected from pain like that before. It was incredible.
Well that's it. Thanks for reading. Comments received with thanks.
I'm writing this in stunned, post-violation silence. I'm in too much pain and playing host to too many adrenalin pixies to even think about sleep. Master went psycho on me just now and I loved every second. I think it merits posting for posterity.
Master had been out drinking with a friend and I went to bed at about 11.30 because I'm working early. At fuck-knows o'clock I am woken by a set of teeth in my shoulder and a hand over my mouth. He was so violent and totally disregarding of me in a way he has never been before. When I gagged on his cock he pinned me underneath him and throat-fucked me. I almost threw up. He took my pussy for a while and then moved on to the main event, dry anal.
I have never been able to tolerate it before. I have always safeworded very quickly because for some reason dry anal makes me feel like I'm going to be sick. He was lubricated with my juice but it's never enough. Tonight he just pinned me down and plunged straight in. It was so very bloody painful because he's 6'1" with a big dick and I'm 5 ft nothing with a vacuum-packed rectum. I started to cry, which is something I almost never do and I was shaking so badly I could hardly stay in position. I said everything from 'no' and 'stop' through 'get the fuck out you bastard!' (which earned me a few savage bites across my back) but at no point did I safeword. It wasn't even a case of being too sub-spaced to remember how, I just didn't. After a certain point I know it was sammy-assed stubborness and the knowledge that my arse was shredded to shit already.
After a while though (and Master lasted much longer than usual because he'd had a couple of drinks) the pain became... something else. It still hurt like fuck but I was somehow less connected to it, almost as though I was observing someone else in pain, empathising but unable to experience it. Master noticed a change in me because I stopped complaining and started joining in. He got so turned on by that.
He started calling me every name under the sun, that I was such a nasty, twisted little painwhore and I was actually grinning from ear to ear, euphoric. He got increasingly savage on my poor little backside and was still dripping filth into my ear. The kicker though, after I had endured all that and conquered it for him, Master growled that at that moment I could be any woman on the planet and he wouldn't give a shit, that I was just fuckmeat and nothing more. I came so hard I had a small epileptic fit. It just came in wave after wave of a level of nirvana I have never hit in my life before and he was still pinning me and fucking me till he came (Master is used to my little epileptic idiosyncrasies and there was no risk in him carrying on, not that he was at all concerned at the time. Since I was diagnosed I am the luckiest bitch alive for multiple orgasms so I try not to knock it too much).
So here I am, sitting rather gingerly on one side of my ravaged backside, totally wired and trying to assimilate what just happened to me while my Lord and Master shakes the house with his snores. I have never disconnected from pain like that before. It was incredible.
Well that's it. Thanks for reading. Comments received with thanks.

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