Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... been able to seek out this kind of routine anonymous beating and sexual abuse on her own initiative. She needed her Master to sanction her perversions. But her perversions were by now, quite profound. The cravings for pain were her own. But he had first had to make her aware of the itch she'd never known to scratch. Then he'd systematically cultivated the cravings, addicting her to the wave of endorphins flooding her brain each time she was beaten. He'd required pain during virtually every one of her sexual encounters. By now pain and sexual arousal were so intertwined in her psyche there was little distinction anymore between the two sets of sensation.

The dark thrill of being given by her Master to complete strangers who used her. Quenching their burning need with her own flesh. Again, a perversion instigated by Her Master but the use resonated deeply in her. It was not something he'dimposed on her - though at first of course, he had - but rather it was more like a dark need he'd recognized in her. He'd drawn the need from her deepest erotic compulsions, had used his authority over her to push aside the thicket of societal conditioning that reined it in, kept her from ever actually acting on her impulses. He'd shown it to her, compelled her to confront its allure and haltingly, to embrace it. And so it was that when the knock on the door came and her womb clenched and her cunt grew swollen and wet, as Kay padded naked to the door she thought always of her Master's ...

... orders that she be naked as she opened the door and that she submit to whatever the men wanted. But once they took possession of her, she was utterly lost to her own nature. Thoughts of her Master did not return until she was spent and alone, as often as not, bleeding, cum leaking from one or more of her holes, or drying at the corners of her lips.

Richard knew that servicing strangers continued to create conflict in his wife. It was so contrary to the conventional morays she'd been raised to honor and Kay continually found ways to express the internal dissonance she felt. One form of this dissonance manifested as a kind of twin craving for punishment. He suspected she disobeyed him - she looked at them - so they would not be entirely 'strangers.' He was punishing her for trying to 'normalize' the men he sent to use her. She needed punishment to affirm the 'rightness' of her craving for physical and sexual use and abuse from the strangers. In short, he was really punishing her for not being a more perfect slut. He knew the brutal punishment he'd just meted out was received by Kay as a form of comfort and forgiveness, but even more, it was validation of her needs that He alone could offer.

Kay wore the hood so that her obedience to his rules around anonymity would be assured. In the pitch black of her blindness, an image flashed of her opening the door to her home naked and blind, head cased in the obscene leather hood; the rest of her body utterly available. Even collapsed ...