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BiBunny

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Please note, the title of this thread is totally facetious.

I thought I'd make a place for all us needy masos/painsluts to come talk (i.e., complain) about what we need and/or brush up on our writing skills a bit. It's NOT a place for creepy people to stalk us and then send us equally creepy PMs.

So without further ado, here's my spiel. (If you have delicate sensibilities, it might be best for you to skip over it. Also, I'd appreciate it if this thread didn't turn into a safety warnings thread. I know some of the things I write about are less than 100% safe, but I've lived through them plenty of times before. This is also called a fantasy thread for a reason.) While it's normally against my principles to write anything like this using second-person pronouns, it does occasionally come in handy. Also, please note that "you" denotes the general you and is not meant to imply any one person. Thanks. :)

Fuck gentleness and tenderness and any other word ending in "-ness" that even remotely signifies civility. Even "cruelty" doesn't fit here, as it implies finesse and a kind of self-control on your part that I'm not interested in at the moment. I think "brutality" is actually the term I'm looking for.

Hurt me. Hurt me past this cutesy little Happy Pony Rainbow Land half-assed bullshit that passes for S&M these days. Torture me past the point that I enjoy it. Leave me in tears and begging for mercy. Do things to me that would make kinky people cringe. Reach into the deepest, darkest parts of me and lay them out for all the world to see. Let me bleed for you, suffer for you. Make me ache for it because I want to please you.

Rip my clothes off of me. Bind me up tight, hands bound behind my back, elbows touching, tugging on my injured shoulder, making me feel-lightheaded and dizzy. Put my legs in a spreader bar that's so wide my hip flexors scream in agony. Ask me if it hurts and slap me when I tell you it does. Slap me again and ask me if you give a shit if it hurts or not. Wrap your hands around my throat and squeeze until I can't breathe at all, and don't stop until I'm choking and within seconds of losing consciousness.

If you want to hear me scream, give me an open-mouthed gag, so I drool all down my face and chest. Leave me un-blindfolded, so I can see the mess I'm making. Make snide comments and wipe the saliva all over my face, so my makeup smears.

If you don't want to hear me scream, piss on my pretty pink panties, stuff them in my mouth, and duct tape the whole mess in. Put a hood over my face, so I have no idea what you're going to do to me next. Stick a noose around my neck and tie it off to a hook in the ceiling, so my breathing is restricted. I need the reminder that even the breaths I take are not my own.

Bind my breasts tightly. Don't bother with a chest harness or worry about it being pretty. Just tie them as tight as you can pull them. Watch as they become deformed and turn a pretty deep purple. Once they're bound, and I'm whimpering in agony, squeeze them hard. I should make some pretty interesting noises. Punch me in the stomach and watch as I try to double over and then realize that the noose around my neck cuts off all my air when I lean forward. Hit me again, several times, and laugh as I try to remain standing upright.

Tell me what a ugly, stupid, disgusting cunt I am. Listen to my muffled sobs while you tell me that you'd die if anyone knew you were touching me. Tell me that you're ashamed of me, and that's why you'll never take me out in public because you don't want anyone to know you even know me. Call me an ignorant white-trash bitch, and punch me again for good measure. Tell me that you only keep me around because everyone knows fat women are the best cocksuckers, since they're so desperate for a man to fuck them that they'll do anything he says.

Take out your knife. Carve deeply into my back with it. Watch as the warm, bright red blood trickles slowly down. Don't put anything aesthetically pleasing on the back of a nasty whore. Leave ugly marks and tell me how much uglier they'll make me. Tell me how no one will ever want to touch me again with those scars on my back, even if you know perfectly well they'll be gone completely in six months. It's no more than fucking slut deserves.

Untie my noose from the ceiling, but leave it around my neck. Bend me over the bed face-down, so all my weight is on my painfully bound breasts. Lie down on top of me, grind your body into mine, so I feel as if my poor tits will explode. Lube up a huge dildo and a sizeable butt plug with Vick's. Shove them mercilessly inside both my exposed holes without preamble. Tell me I must hold the dildo inside in my cunt, even though I'm dripping wet, and the spreader bar holds my feet even wider than shoulder width apart. Mock me when I'm unable to keep it inside me; tell me if I hadn't fucked so many men, my cunt wouldn't be so loose, and I could've kept it in.

Beat me with your belt. No warm-up, no gentle practice swings. Hit me hard, and then hit me harder. Watch me go into a panic and struggle, but to no avail. Let my pleas for mercy anger you into beating me harder. Leave my ass and thighs covered with purple-black bruises. I'm yours to use and abuse, any way you like. Only stop when you're tired to raise your arm to hit me again.

Pull me to my feet by hair and unbuckle my feet from the spreader bar. Throw me back down on the bed again, this time on my back. Untie the ropes from my breasts and use them to tie my feet securely so my legs are spread wide, with no chance of escape. Slap and punch my poor, tender breasts and laugh evilly at my tears.

Put the strongest clamps you have on my nipples. Pull and twist on them, so that the thin skin of my nipples tears and bleeds. Remind me that I'm nothing but a disgusting bitch, so low that the dog wouldn't even fuck me. Work your fist painfully into my cunt and torture orgasms out of me. Don't stop until I've soaked through the sheets and all the way down to the mattress.

Untie my feet and drag me up by my hair to my knees. Rip my blindfold and gag out and push me down on my chest. Snatch the plug out of my ass and bury your cock in it, while I scream and plead with you to stop. Make sure you remind me that you're fucking my ass because it's less repulsive to you than my cunt is. Push my head down into the wet spot I made. When you finally cum, throw me off the bed and onto the floor and remind me that you don't want the cum leaking out of my ass onto the bed, compounding the mess I've already made.

Pull me to my knees to clean your cock. Make me choke and gag on it. When you're satisfied, push me away and slap me hard enough that I fall to ground. Untie me quickly and kick me in the side as you walk away. Leave me there to cry and think about how much I love you and hate you all at the same time.

Return with a huge bottle of water, a collar, and a leash. Hold the bottle to my lips and squeeze my nostrils shut, so I have to swallow or drown. Don't stop until I've downed the whole bottle. Tug on my leash and make me follow behind you on my hands and knees to the bathroom. Put me in the tub, take out your cock, and piss on me. Concentrate on my mouth, but make sure you get it on my body, too. Hose me off with cold water, taking no time to be gentle or stroke my body to soothe me.

Reach inside me and stroke my G-spot until I realize why you had me drink all that water earlier. Make me cum over and over and coat my legs with a mixture of female ejaculate and piss. Remove your fingers from me and smear it all over my face. Slap me hard. When I cry out, slap me again. Walk away and leave me shivering and sobbing all along on the cold porcelain, knowing that it's only just begun.


Ok, that's mine. Hardly a literary feat, but that fantasy's been driving me nuts for days. Feel free to share your own. (Actually, please do, so I don't feel so alone out here on this limb.)
 
Is it just me or has anyone else noticed we all seem to be wound a little bit tighter and a tad more feral in what is making our brains spin? I was feeling it and I've noticed more posts where it seems others are too.

Bibunny I hope that I get to the point where I feel as free expressing what I fantasize about as you are. I admire that you just put it out there. I haven't figured out what my block is on that yet, but your ability gives me hope.

While there are some parts of your fantasy that made me cringe, I can appreciate the ferocity. Just the idea of it...
 
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*drools* I love your story. It made me hot and scared me all at the same time.:devil:
 
Is it just me or has anyone else noticed we all seem to be wound a little bit tighter and a tad more feral in what is making our brains spin? I was feeling it and I've noticed more posts where it seems others are too.

Bibunny I hope that I get to the point where I feel as free expressing what I fantasize about as you are. I admire that you just put it out there. I haven't figured out what my block is on that yet, but your ability gives me hope.

Ho boy, yeah, I get this way a lot. You can usually tell how badly I wanted to be hurt by how bitchy my posts are on here, LOL.

And I'm not sure if "feeling free to express" is really the proper phrase. It's more like, "Bunny had to get it out somehow, even if it was just on paper, because if she didn't, she thought she might go crazy!" :p

*drools* I love your story. It made me hot and scared me all at the same time.:devil:

Thank you. That was the idea. :devil:
 
:heart: Have I told you lately how much I adore you BiBunny? WOW. Just WOW. That made me so freakin' wet, and that is definitely hard to do, so you KNOW it's awesome! Wow.

As I was reading that, it felt like you had somehow gotten into my mind and written down my fantasies! Seriously, it sounds like something I would write (minus the second-person-ness).

Maybe I'll grab something from one of my stories and post it here, since my most recent story is pure, raw fantasy... Maybe.


Heather
 
Wow... A lot of that was definitely a bit too much for me (I have frightened goose-bumps as evidence), but there was still a whole lot of it that was right up my alley!

I don't think I would be able to write down my fantasies that well... but admittedly, I've been too bashful to try.
 
:heart: Have I told you lately how much I adore you BiBunny? WOW. Just WOW. That made me so freakin' wet, and that is definitely hard to do, so you KNOW it's awesome! Wow.

As I was reading that, it felt like you had somehow gotten into my mind and written down my fantasies! Seriously, it sounds like something I would write (minus the second-person-ness).

Maybe I'll grab something from one of my stories and post it here, since my most recent story is pure, raw fantasy... Maybe.


Heather

Please do. This wasn't even really a story, LOL. It's just something that's been on my mind lately, and I just had to get it out. Normally, the second-person thing would drive me nuts, but it wasn't so bad during this stream-of-consciousness spiel. I'd love to hear what you have to share. :kiss:

: creepy stalkerish type behaviour :

Yay, rebecca is stalking my thread! :)

Wow... A lot of that was definitely a bit too much for me (I have frightened goose-bumps as evidence), but there was still a whole lot of it that was right up my alley!

I don't think I would be able to write down my fantasies that well... but admittedly, I've been too bashful to try.

Dang. I'd love for you to share, if you get to feeling brave. We're all friends here. Some of us are just creepier than others. *Cough, "Rebecca," cough* :p

Homburg said:
Don't mind me, I'm just here stalking rebecca.

But, but, but...what about me? *Cries*
 
Don't mind me, I'm just here stalking rebecca.

Ohh hair back on neck skeered, YAY.

Well if you're insistent on doing that Mr Homburg may I request you stalk in front of me, I want a barrier between and me and the ever delightful Miss Bunny : groveling madly : in case she gets mad because we 'interrupted' her thread. Never mind I'll just duck : beams :
 
Ohh hair back on neck skeered, YAY.

Well if you're insistent on doing that Mr Homburg may I request you stalk in front of me, I want a barrier between and me and the ever delightful Miss Bunny : groveling madly : in case she gets mad because we 'interrupted' her thread. Never mind I'll just duck : beams :

Nah, you're too lovely for me to get angry at. :rose:
 
Yay, rebecca is stalking my thread! :)

Dang. I'd love for you to share, if you get to feeling brave. We're all friends here. Some of us are just creepier than others. *Cough, "Rebecca," cough* :p

But, but, but...what about me? *Cries*

See what happens all the time, I open 'reply to thread', start, get interrupted here at home, hit 'submit reply' and I am all out of kilter with the rest . Happened yesterday as well dammit. Sniff.

Sad so sad .......:rose:
 
But, but, but...what about me? *Cries*

Sorry, dear, but you rather explicitly said no stalkers in your initial post.

Tsk.

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Ohh hair back on neck skeered, YAY.

Well if you're insistent on doing that Mr Homburg may I request you stalk in front of me, I want a barrier between and me and the ever delightful Miss Bunny : groveling madly : in case she gets mad because we 'interrupted' her thread. Never mind I'll just duck : beams :

No worries, dear rebecca. If anything untoward were to happen, why, I'd simply pick you up and spirit you away, like any good Southern Gentleman would with a lady in obvious distress.
 
Reach inside me and stroke my G-spot until I realize why you had me drink all that water earlier. Make me cum over and over and coat my legs with a mixture of female ejaculate and piss. Remove your fingers from me and smear it all over my face
Work your fist painfully into my cunt and torture orgasms out of me. Don't stop until I've soaked through the sheets and all the way down to the mattress.


HOLY MOTHER OF JESUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SO friggin hot...
 
... Slap me hard. When I cry out, slap me again. Walk away and leave me shivering and sobbing all along on the cold porcelain, knowing that it's only just begun.



Okay... You've watched some of my scenes... I wanna know where you've been hiding! Or where the camera was! :devil:
 
for the bunny....

im a masochist. thats pretty clear. its the degree that varies. some some days im you garden variety "hit me, that feels good" masochist. and other times im in what A and i call my "painslut" mode. so this is my ode to the little painslut inside of me (typed up in just a few minutes with no prep so be nice to me).

hit me
hurt me
make me cry
push me
force me
till i wonder why

i want this
i crave it
still the tears appear
you strike once
and again
and i hear you leer

"i can hurt you
and youll take
every blow that i deal
i want tears
i want sobs
and i want you to feel

every blow
as i work
i want you to take
all the burn
and the sting
i want you to ache"

and i scream
and i beg
but deep down i know
that i savor
each lash
and i want each blow

just to hurt
feel the pain
let me be your whore
becuase i
deep inside
cry out for more
 
for the bunny....

im a masochist. thats pretty clear. its the degree that varies. some some days im you garden variety "hit me, that feels good" masochist. and other times im in what A and i call my "painslut" mode. so this is my ode to the little painslut inside of me (typed up in just a few minutes with no prep so be nice to me).

hit me
hurt me
make me cry
push me
force me
till i wonder why

i want this
i crave it
still the tears appear
you strike once
and again
and i hear you leer

"i can hurt you
and youll take
every blow that i deal
i want tears
i want sobs
and i want you to feel

every blow
as i work
i want you to take
all the burn
and the sting
i want you to ache"

and i scream
and i beg
but deep down i know
that i savor
each lash
and i want each blow

just to hurt
feel the pain
let me be your whore
becuase i
deep inside
cry out for more

Thank you, mis! I really like it. :)

I try to write poetry occasionally, but I'm really bad at it. Maybe once a year or so, I can write something that doesn't drop down into Hallmark card sentimentalism. Yuck. I'm even worse at rhyming.

I like this a lot. Not to mention the fact that I can totally relate to it. :eek:
 

LOL, perfect...I know if I whined, I wouldn't get a thing. Buying scalpels and some other nasty things to surprise him and show I know and like where his head is may just get me a small taste to tease with more to come.:) Not sure about the 6 month scar idea though BB...he aims for permanence most times and also is one to just carve, not aim for pretty and tasteful. I would like one that was artistic though, perhaps something I could design for him to trace on and complete just to appease my creative side a tad.:D

Catalina:catroar:
 

Phhhhbbbt. :p

LOL, perfect...I know if I whined, I wouldn't get a thing. Buying scalpels and some other nasty things to surprise him and show I know and like where his head is may just get me a small taste to tease with more to come.:) Not sure about the 6 month scar idea though BB...he aims for permanence most times and also is one to just carve, not aim for pretty and tasteful. I would like one that was artistic though, perhaps something I could design for him to trace on and complete just to appease my creative side a tad.:D

Catalina:catroar:

I only whine when I'm alone. There's no one to deny me, then. :p

And the 6 month scar thing is just my skin type and how my body heals. I'm accident-prone, so I've had a lot of experience with this. ;) It really doesn't matter what kinds of horrible things happen to me; the scars are gone (or at least faded to where you can't see them, since they say scars never really "disappear") within 6 months. *Sigh* It's not fair. :(
 
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