Beauty and Her Beast Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Beauty and Her Beast Ch. 02

... unwilling to give in to her gentleness and seductive demeanor, she'd never submit like this. I haven't exactly taken this from her, I've fuckingearned it over the past months. Earning the respect and love of a woman like her feeds my feeling of power and control. The other part of the reason she needs a powerful dom is to keep her safe and appreciate how special her gift of masochism truly is. She's too skilled, too obedient, her response to pain and her easy orgasms are too fucking good and thrilling. The thought of a lesser dom who can't go as hard as she needs, or worse, an abusive type pretending to be dom trying to get into her pants, using her arousal and obedience in their entitled, selfish way, is maddening to me. More than maddening, enraging. I want toactually hurt anyone that would do her wrong. And I want to keep her always, to own and possess her...mark her, make her mine. My poor little kitten, falling into twisted love with me because of her own dark needs. I love her, so much it almost hurts.

"Yes, Sir, but you're so confident and strong. Why are you enduring someone so anxious?" So cute, so adoring.

"Because I broke your confidence, kitten. I am anxious sometimes, but I use control to soothe my anxieties. And in our sadist-masochist dynamic, I have to be in control because I can't bear the thought of failingyou either. I have to be a master worthy of your pain and submission."

Then I give her leash a tug, and she scrambles to obey me. She crawls on ...

... her hands and knees next to me. She's red all over, not just where I beat her. It makes me smile, watching her obey even though she's embarrassed, her little pussy dripping wetness down her thighs...So damn cute. I tell her to go pee, and she flushes all over again. Jess is one of those prissy girls who likes to imagine no one knows she has bodily functions. I smile, knowing how embarrassing it is for her that I'm standing outside and waiting. Of course, I get a rush from the feeling of control that gives me. She drops on all fours after she walks out.

"It's so cute how you're pretending to blush when I can smell and see your dripping wet pussy."

Jess' Perspective

He walks me back to the room, and locks the door while I wait in the kitten position. I'm on all fours, back arched to force me to show him my holes. He seats me on the bed, leash dangling, and disappears into his closet. Oh, no. There's some new equipment he's going to surprise me with...Oh, no. I thought we had doneeverything.

He brings out a metal tray, a sort of medical tray and a roll of that weird paper that doctors use on examining tables.Of course, of course. Then he puts the tray down on the side table...

Needles.

No.

And no. I automatically, thoughtlessly get up, and make a run for it, toward the locked door. Two steps, and I feel his hand grabbing my hair, around hand around my waist. I scream. It's not just the rapturous screams of orgasms or those short yelping thrill-ride screams of ...