Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

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Jeremy believed it took courage to take a woman to the depths of torture that truly met his needs. And in his experience, most Doms lacked that complete commitment to their sadism. Hell, even he failed himself on many occasions! But on that long ago night, Jeremy came to realize the pain a woman was willing to take depended greatly onhis attitude during the exchange. If he tuned himself too much to her response, he started censoring himself. Rather than luxuriate in her suffering, guilt began softening his blows; like somehow he shouldn't want her to hurt so badly. Looking back, he saw this guilt had enervated many of his scenes and, having sapped them of their vitality, had ended them before either he or his partner had actually had the chance to really fly.

It took courage to own the joy he felt hurting his lovers and to hurt them as much as he really wanted; not the amount it seemedought to be enough. Not the amount that seemedokay to dish out. He'd come to feel that limiting himself robbed the whole experience of authenticity for both he and his partner. When he took the full measure of what he wanted from a woman's flesh, his energy flowed freely. His rush sustained his partner, rewarded her suffering; empowered her to give thetrue limit that her submission pleaded for and her masochism craved.

Some in the community thought he played too hard. They heard the raw screams of his tightly bound, helpless victims; their choked sobs and piteous ...

... pleas tugging at their conscience. Writhing, fingers knotted, twisted their bindings. He whipped their open cunts; paddled their obscenely bruised tits and shoved thick needles in their tongues, their toes and through the delicate skin just millimeters from their anuses. He fisted them to orgasm and, having opened them, having made them slick and gooey, he inserted cattle prods in their gapping wet holes and zapped them to mindless quivering wrecks. Only then, having reduced them to creatures devoid of reason, their wills stripped, eyes bulging, raw nerves singing, only then would he gentle them, soothe their flayed skin with kisses, and whispers and gentle touch.

And then rut them.

But the rutting was simply another avenue of brutal violation; a continuation of their torture. His thick cock, shoved deep down their throats, made them gag and retch; their choked screams vibrating against his hot flesh as he skull fucked them to near oblivion. His stiff thick meat hammered up their asses. The relentless pounding stretched their tight anal buds into slack gaping holes. It amused him to cum and withdraw, his jizz oozing freely from ass holes stretched so wide they couldn't clench shut. He positioned their cunts for maximum vulnerability and used titanic pounding thrusts to bruise the deep interior flesh. Clover clamps gripped their clits; their delicate inner lips; heavy chains swinging, or were looped over his cock to pull and yank the clamps with the cadence of his ...