The apogee of my Sadism to date. [MF]

I met Alex in the room I rented for her above the bar. The occasional crash of bottles punctuated the otherwise constant murmur from below. To hide the sounds of what we did, I played Opera. Today’s selection was Jean-Phillipe Rameau’s Hippolyte et Aricie. Deep in my heart, I hoped we’d hit the Trio de Parques.

As soon as the music started playing, I slapped her hard across the face. As she was reeling from the blow, I grabbed a handful of her hair, and forced her down onto the bed. I put my left foot on her head, forcing her face into the bed, and bound her hands behind her back.

I used my linoleum knife to cut her shirt off her body. I took her bra off. (I didn’t cut it off, because finding a decent one is damn hard, and there are limits to my sadism.) I pulled her shorts off, and cut her panties off.

I rolled her over, back down. Tilting her head back, I fucked her throat deeply enough that I could see my cock bulging. I slapped her tits several times. That was enough to get the tears flowing. Then I moved her into a comfortable position on a pillow. I put my cock between her enormous tits, and she received the head in her mouth. After a few blissful minutes I came, and she swallowed like the good girl she was.

I secured a blindfold on her.

Then I took out my knife again. I dragged the blade over her body. From foot to face. Hard enough to leave light lines that would last until tomorrow, but never hard enough to cut. Lingering at her throat like I was considering cutting it. Then I used the knife as a lover would use their tongue, I stimulated her nipples. Then I stimulated her labia. She began to moan and gasp at the sweet steel touch.

I got hard again, and decided that I would pleasure her this time. I made her stand up, and wrapped my hands around her throat and neck. Being careful to not damage her larynx, I instead squeezed from the side, cutting off the flow of blood to her brain. When I heard the wet rattle from her throat and felt her weight slump against me, I knew she was unconscious. Ask guided her weight to the bed, I mounted her the way that any old man decides to make love with his old wife, and proceeded to thrust. 30 seconds later, her hands tenderly wrapped around my neck. She always loved returning to consciousness with me already inside of her. I didn’t put my full length inside her, as I wanted her to get some modicum of pleasure from this. She did. I finished inside of her.

I stood up, and contemplated this young woman, over a decade younger than me, lying on the bed. I had just cum in two of her holes. I had hit her. I had used a knife on her body. I cracked open a beer, and thought as I listened to her gasp, helpless and alone. I just… hadn’t done enough.

I took the blindfold off, and stared into her brown eyes. “Alex, I want you to know that you’ve made me feel really good today. And what I’m about to do, I’m not doing to give myself pleasure. I’m doing it because it’s what I truly believe you deserve.” Her lips quivered, and tears began to well again.

I turned her onto her stomach, with her legs dangling off the bed and onto the floor. I removed my belt from my pants. “Count,” I commanded. “If you lose count, or I don’t hear you, it starts again.”

With all the might my 6’6″ frame could muster, I started beating her legs and buttocks with my belt. At the count of 20, and welts starting to form, I decided that I really wasn’t really savoring the reactions from her the way I wanted.

I turned her over, ready to whip her stomach and breasts. Finally she burst out sobbing, which was unusual for her. “I will give anything if you will stop,” she cried.

I instantly got hard again. I threw down my belt, and mounted her again. But before I penetrated, I told her, “Say ‘I deserve this.'”

She steeled herself momentarily, enough to give her the strength to form words, and said, “I deserve this.”

I penetrated her, but not as a lover. I let my cock impact her cervix. She shuddered. I spat in her eye. She flinched.

And that’s how we carried out the next several minutes. I would penetrate her to my full length. She would let out a shuddering exhale every time I did. And her expression had transformed from tearful, to a dead, blank expression.

I’m telling you, you may think making a woman cry is gratifying, but getting that 1000 yard stare as you fuck her is where real satisfaction lies.

When I was done, I pulled out and came on her face. My semen mixed with my spit and her tears.

After care took quite a while that night.

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