Sickness in Pain

When does the pain turn to a sick pleasure. Is it when the mind turns in on itself begging to be released for it darkened state. Is it when you feel the blood rush into the masses of nerves that scream out for the end of it all. Is it when you hear the laugh of the one holding your cock, cunt, tits or ass in a most deifying death grip to make you scream for mercy.

The cum starting to dribble from open sex and head of cock.

When does the pain turn to sick pleasure. Is it when tears flow from the humiliation of the red hand prints on ass, swelling of balls and clit from crop abuse. Is it when the body bucks, wriths and beats itself from orgasm.

When does pain turn to sick pleasure. Is it when the screams of exploding cum and pussy gushing. Is it when all is said and done you feel warm and some how safe.

There is no sickness only to those who understand not what they see and hear. The only sickness is judgement with out knowing.

Pains Past

The past haunts me like ghost with a knife ready to stab, slice, cut, rend, and tear flesh from my body. To cut my throat to see the blood flow free and laugh as it stands before me. "I TOLD YOU" Its screams. "Was four pains not enough! Do you need more. Is that it YOU CURSED FUCK!" Shaking its weapon in it blood drenched hand. "They all leave. EVERY ONE.. BECAUSE OF YOU" I try to fight but all i do is sob and tell it, its wrong this time. Its not the same I'm not what i what used to be. It laughs and steps closer. My past in its hand shining so brightly that my eyes burn and sear with pain. "They leave you because they know your nothing" Pounding my fists into the wall in crimson seeps from my knuckles as bone shatters and splinters through my flesh. "You will be left like the cursed fuck you are with your throat slit again and looking for that way out only I can give you!" It hurts so badly knowing that i can't run from my past but only hope that my past will one day be gone and i will be able to enjoy my new life with my new world. My past stand there almost as if in defeat. "I warn you this last time. If it happens again. I will be all you have." It wont happen again. It not the same as the others. She means what she says and she is my new world willing to let me be me. But if i find my self with my throat slit again at least i will know. She loved me for me as i love her for her. Thank you my mate, my love. You are my today and now. I love you.

Slamming the small body against the wall, she screams as she sees the rage and hunger in his eyes. Ripping and tearing of clothing. Gripping and gropeing of breast and nipples. Pinching, pulling, twisting. Her tears begin to flow knowing whats to come and the power is not hers to stop it. He strips his clothing away exposeing rageing body and cock. Her eyes wide begging for it not to happen. Her begs and crys fall on deaf ears. Panties rip, betraying cunt dripping in fear. A snarl forms on his lips as he smells her sex. Stepping forward, she trys to flee. His massive claw like hands grip her hair and pound her back into the wall, her smooth ass goose bumping from the cold steal wall against her flesh. She feels his body pess against hers. His cock throbs in overpowering need and lust for such a beautiful thing befor him. Bloody screams fill the night as his body finds its way deep into her pussy. Is this what she really wanted? Her dreams of a ravageing beast with claw and fang. Uncareing for her needs only for his. His cock opens her lips and stretches them to the limit. Sobbing not wanting it like this as her dreams have shown her. But her body drools down her legs with unwilling juice. Fucking and piston movement pound her ragdoll like body. Nipples raw from scrapeing the wall. Why does her body push back. Not like this please. no... not like... Her body gives her a beautiful horror. Orgasam rips through her body and shakes her soul to the core. Sobbing and weeping hearing his laughs and animal grunts in her ear. The swelling of his cock forces a moan from her exsusted throat. Fang sinks deep into her flesh, her orgasmic sobbing screams spew from her lips and ravaged cunt. His cock exploads filling her empty womb with his searing beast seed. Growling and biteing a ripping into her flesh as his body takes everything it wants from this vessil. She drops, he stand over her. Gold sprays over her weak spread open body. Pussy still glisens with cum and juice. Laughing as the golden stream coveres and pools around her body. Looking up. Her eyes filled with fire, hate, lust, hunger, fear, and bliss. MMmmmmm thank you beast come back to me soon. >>>>>>>>>>>>>Just because it seems to be one thing, remember this. Not everything is as it appears.

Locked Away Thoughts

Sometimes even I fear the urges I have. The pain I wish to feel and inflict on others. The sexual charge that explodes through me when I hear the screams and whimpers from writhing flesh under me. My lust for the bloody body that begs me not to do this. The gasp if surprise when I grip the hair of head and pull forcing them to take me into mouth or pussy or ass.

The sick, demented, twisted thoughts that sometimes run through my head, making my cock hard and spew it thick seed as i grip and tug. My own moans and sounds frighten me.

But I know that beast is locked away in its cage, safely away from those who would not, or never understand them. It only knows words like. Fuck, Take, Force, Pussy, Cunt, Rip, Tear, Bleed, Cock, Rape, and above all Pleasure. No matter how it gets it, its need for this is its hunger.

But I do visit this beast in its cage. I let it ravage me, take me, rape me at its will. If I don't, it will somehow brake free if its bonds and rage against all those who have helped me keep it locked away so safe and away.

We all have a beast in us that we keep locked away from prying eyes and touch.

But I warn you, Visit this beast from time to time. If you don't, this beast will find its way free, and you will pay the price for ignoring it.

So visit it, speak to it, fuck yourself to its words, let it ravage you with its tooth and claw. Let your mind race with all of those twisted sick thoughts, and let that cum flow hard and in sexual bliss, pain and fear.

Enjoy your darkness, if you don't, YOU will be the one locked away in your own cage rageing to be set free.

Its Only Rain

Its only rain. The streams of passion over flow around the body's in the wet grass. The sounds of night and earth are the music they dance to. The deep kisses and flittering fingertips glide over water beaded flesh.

Its only rain.

Soft lips and eager tongue find each other, twisting and swirl about tasting the very passion that grows in them. Flesh meshing against flesh, breast and chest press together as the sounds of the body's fill the night music.

Its only rain.

Her head lifts into the clear soft water that covers them, moans of sweet song escape her throat singing from her lips into his. He whispers ever so softly into her as he kisses her cheeks and lips.

Its only rain.

Body's now writhe against one another as she repeats his words. The very thing that she has feared is slowly washing away the fear. She repeats the words even as his swelling lust fills her Velvet secret.

Its only rain.

Wrapping her self around him, legs intertwined and clutching his waist as even now her passion grows. The rain doing nothing to cool the heated flesh that steams from naked inflamed flesh. The words become a mantra for them as they slither, slide writhe into one another.

Its only rain.

Hardened swelled lust gives way to searing seed as a part of his soul fills her open body.

Her velvit secret quivers and ripples orgasm around him covering him in sweet juice and blissful necter.

Its only rain.

Eyes lock as this moment now embeds its self into soothing memory and every lasting thought. Intense shutters over come them both as they look up and let the feeling wash over and through they're body's.

Its only rain.

He repeats to her again holding her close and rocking back and forth and gifting her face and neck with kisses.

Its Only Rain.

The Artist

The humiliation of the tears that flow down my cheeks please Her. I am happy to please in all ways that i can. She leads me on a the leash today, wearing my pretty pink boy shorts that says heart breaker. She smiles, i beam in Her smile. I crawl on the floor on all fours, my ass presented at a gift to Her and who ever She deems worthy of taking it as a prize. Its impossible to hide my aroused nature. My blush is bright red. She grins and swats my ass giggling at the sound.

Later I find my self strapped to the rack. My sweat drips down my naked torso gleaming in the dim light of the room from the light bulb in the center. Eyes of others look up and down my hard nakedness and chuckle softly at the prelust that oozes down my shaft. My flesh now a canvas of welts and bloody rips, from flogger, knife, and whip.

Gasps and Oooo's and AHhhhh's fill the room as She takes the candle and runs the flame over and under nipple and cock, forcing me to jump and yelp in burning sexual pain. It is all i can do not to beg for mercy, but afraid to disappoint in so many ways. I hold tight to the bonds around my rists gripping as wood under my body moans and groans as i squirm and writhe.

I will take all that She has to give so that She can be satisfied with Her lover submissive and sated till the next time.

Begging for my release into orgasmic bliss. My cock throbbing under slaps and flicks of finger nails and palm. All it takes is a sharp nod from Her head, and my body falls over the edge of life into madness of ecstasy. Cum over flows from cock head down shaft to thigh and floor. Bucking of my body and soul at once. Screaming in blissful sobbing paining pleasure, i lose my self in the moment and die. For a moment.

Silence.

The eyes just stare as if hypnotized by my body as it lay limp held by the rack.

Applause and cheers, roaring of crowd and whistles as She, The Mistress, The Domina, The Goddess presents her art work of the human sexual flesh, She bows.

She is an artist of sexual passion and pain. An artist of blissful release and orgasm. She is My Dream, My Goddess, My Everything. May I always please You and make You as happy as You have made Me.

Broken Trust

The lies, and deceit that spew forth, dirty and stain the very floor that welcomed you into a fold. Petty words, and misconstrued facts filth your lips, and spit forth on the walls that friendship was built. Sorrys and bows, now are empty, and used up. I have no pain for this, I am better then the snakes that slither from your throat and lungs. Trust is broken, bent and beat for the last time. May the walk into the darkness you seem to be so fond of keep you warm, and safe from what is real, and storyed.