Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... wetness. Yeah, his hand had hurt but he'd turned her ass crimson and purple, hot and swollen from what must have been at least a hundred or more heavy blows. Fucking slut came hard just from the spanking and when she did, screaming like a cat in heat, damn if she hadn't soaked his jeans with a spray of cunt juice. No way she was fakingthat. He'd been hooked. He hadn't fucked a vanilla woman since. The juice man! The juice! There just wasn't anything better than torturing a woman to orgasm.

Early on he'd mostly gotten off getting them off. But one night at a party, he'd slipped into a zone. He just quit really paying attention to whether what he was doing was getting her off. It was, which was great: it was arousing to arouse her. But her pleasure quit being hisobjective. He found himself flying on the feedback of herpain and not just her pleasure.

It was her agony man! It reached in through the pit of his stomach in a dull red ache that crawled up his spine to the crown of his head. Somewhere along the way though, the red lust had transmuted to a glacial blue radiance that opened him to something joyous and liquid and light. Light! The whip became an extension of his arm and there was no fatigue. Even casting the heavy elk-leather flogger for an hour, he felt no burning in his muscles. It was like, before, as ususal, the beating had all been about mass and velocity and force. In the calm blue radiance though, all that vectoring of pain onto her tender skin was ...

... transformed by some kind of quantum alchemy, and beating her had become all about feasting onpure sado/masochistic energy! He actually started feeling the energy of the whipping flow back and forth between them, felt it spiral into an incredible Kundalini-twining where infinitely more was shared between them than simply abundant bodily fluids. Though lord knew a lot of sweat, spit and semen had been exchanged in that night's dance of predator and prey.

But his getting drunk on her pain spiked her arousal. She sensed the shift when he quit caring about her pleasure had begun tofeed on her pain. He slapped her tits and she pleaded for them to be whipped. Begged him to cane her cunt and then spread her bruised lips and gave him her exposed clit. Demanded needle after needle in each of her nipples and then she'd bent over, pressing the tips deeper into her tit meat and begged him to dry fuck her ass. They danced hard that night, and many others.

That was the night he'd truly embraced the full potential of bdsm. He didn't reach that elite high every time he beat a woman. But he knew from that time forward, that Top space was available to him when him managed to fully embrace his sadism. Yes, it took a sub to complete the Top/bottom circuit. And the endorphin driven realm of sub-space was well known. But the mental/emotional trick of really torturing a female for one's own enjoyment, and not simply to gratifyher masochistic needs; it seemed to himthat road was far less ...