Sisterhood of Sin -- 16 -- Dysfunction Junction - Sex Stories

Sisterhood of Sin -- 16 -- Dysfunction Junction

... learn how close I am to crying and begging forgiveness. "That was pretty mean of me." He says nothing. He could release the ropes, but he either has to wait for the three hours to be up or for me to release him. "I imagine you feel extremely humiliated." He tenses and I sense anger. I've poked right to the heart of the matter. "I want to thank you for taking it. It took something very special for you to do that." He still says nothing, probably not sure whether I'm genuinely thanking him or rubbing in the humiliation. "I suggest that next week we just assume that I draw the mock bondage card. You deserve some retaliation for what I did." He doesn't disagree. I don't expect him to, but the fact that he doesn't sends a chill down my spine. Retaliation, revenge, retribution, or whatever he wants to call it, is clearly on his mind. "I almost can't wait to see what form that retaliation will take." I'm not sensing anger now. I remove his blindfold and carefully look up into his eyes. There, I see it. It is a look of feral awareness, a cold calculation of which instinct, flight or fight, would be the best choice. The look a strange dog once gave me just before it decided to rush me. It would have bit me if I had not jumped back beyond the reach of its chain. He's studying me, looking for weakness, wondering if I'm exploitable for a desirable purpose. "We've been playing with fire here, Sir." My sudden shift into the submissive persona confuses him. "This is dark and it could ...

... escalate. Sister Cate is capable of things that make me queasy. There's no way to make her pay the penalty, so I expect to suffer for her misdeeds." This is the part I'm not sure how to convey to him, that there is a side of me that enjoys humiliating him, hurting him emotionally, and that it is offset by a side that would enjoy the right kind of retaliation, but not the wrong kind. I pull out his big clear plastic penis extension from my nightstand drawer. "I'm using this to illustrate a point. You might be tempted to retaliate by shoving this in my ass. That kind of brutality will not humiliate me, it will only anger me." I pull my strapon dildo out and demonstrate that it fits into the extension. "What goes around comes around, and Sister Cate will deliver what comes around." I see that my meaning has sunk in. "You've allowed me to humiliate you, to manipulate you into a situation where the honorable way out is to endure that humiliation. I don't know if that was love and acceptance of my dark desires, or the fulfilment of your own dark desires. We can discuss it, but I know how difficult it would be to talk about my own darkness. I will learn more about yours from your retaliation than from discussion. So be creative. If you show me half as much creativity as you showed when you used that marvelous vibrator and this supercock to please me, I'll be impressed." I can tell that he is thinking. I've laid down a challenge and whatever hurt I caused him is now an element in the ...