1. Beauty and Her Beast Ch. 02


    Date: 10/2/2023, Categories: BDSM Author: byMagicGoth, Source: Literotica 

    You don't need to read Ch 1 to understand this story. Going back to my two favorite characters: Jess and James, except with both James' and Jess' telling their story. It picks up immediately where "The Beast and His Beauty" left off. More of the usual: highly questionable consent (if not straight up non-con), pain, degradation, sadism/masochism, male domination, all laced with love and romance.

Some feedback I've gotten about Jess and James is that their coupling is 'more violent'. That's probably true, but their twisted intense romance also feels more deep, more "me", from the multiple orgasms (including from pain) to the character flaws to the intellectualism and all.

Lastly, this is a fantasy. IRL, consent matters, and things should be negotiated. Have fun!

𓋼𖥧𖡼𖤐𓋼⁺˖⋆ִ ࣪𖤣🕸️𓉸 𓉱 🕷𓉸𖥧 🕸️𓍊 𓉸 ⋆₊ ⊹✮ 𓆩´ཀ`𓆪

Jess' Perspective

I've been held captive here for days, after this man I had been on several dates with convinced me to come to his house. I don't even know how many days at this point, but he's beaten me with canes and whips, cut my breasts with a knife, clamped my genitals and breasts with harsh metal clover clamps, tied me up with ropes and cuffs, and fucked me silly no matter how much I cried or begged him to stop.

Does that sound awful? No, no, I absolutelylove it. What an absolute gift, that confidence, willingness and ability to go that hard, the mental and emotional ability to separate that sort of extreme intimacy from abuse. He ...
    ... understands how taboo, forbidden play increases the closeness between us, and how it separates us from those who are too afraid to explore the darkness and their shadows. It's deeper than mere sex, and more personal and intimate than romantic fluff. He knows how to read a masochist, or well, to read me, with his careful analysis of the marks he's leaving, the small changes in the sounds I'm making, or emotions flickering across my face, and he just barely hits my limit, everytime. He gives me the best, euphoria-inducing gift of pain. What are sweet empty nothings compared to that? Just that, nothing, flat platitudes without meaning or truly seeing me or the ability to meet my dark needs. And, in return, I love him so, so much, I'd do anything he asked of me, I'd be his whipping doll, his pain toy, his slut, a set of holes to slack his lust, anything he desired of me.

James' Perspective

"Let's stretch your little kitten limbs," I tell her, holding her leash and striping off her panties and bra. When she tries to stand, dressed only in a suspender belt and stockings - "Bad kitten. Is that how kittens walk?" Her face flushes pink, and it's cute against the smattering of freckles across the tops of her cheeks and bridge of nose stands. This is undoubtedly the most embarrassing thing I've commanded her to do, and she's blushing as she moves to obey. Am I into pet play? No, it's not a kink of mine, nor of hers. But moments earlier, she said she was falling into the submissive ...
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