He sits on the edge of the bed, and I begin to strip.
Standing here, naked, I put the blindfold on, standing in the spot I always do, waiting. I hear him move and walk out. I stand here waiting. He sometimes leaves to build up the tension. However, what seems like over an hour later, he still isn’t back.
I remove the blindfold and get dressed and go to find him. I walk into our bedroom; he is here, sitting on the bed. Maybe, I should switch, and become his Domme. The last time I used the whip, it drove him wild. Maybe that is the key to bringing him back.
He never agreed to me whipping him, he quickly took control when I had before.
I grab his hand, trying to prise him off the bed. He stays, unmoving, his eyes looking at me. Every time I look at them, it breaks my heart a bit more.
“Trust me, Jackson, as I trust you”. I pull him again; this time he stands up and walks with me. I guide him back to the playroom.
Tears build in my eyes as I begin to undress him. When he is fully naked, I hook his hands above his head and watch as I say goodbye to his eyes, as I put the blindfold over them.
He stands here, unmoved, silent, almost like a statue that I have to try to break and bring back to life. I feel out of my depth. I’ve no idea what to do. With Roxy it was different. With Jackson, though, something doesn’t feel right.
I have to try though. I grab the flogger, my hand trailing it around his body, the flogger teasing him, running over his body. It feels bizarre like I am offbeat with my movements, inexperienced, and I feel useless, truly useless because, although I did this with Roxy, I am struggling to do it to him.
I am glad he can’t see me, as the tears fall while I try to break him in any way possible to bring him back. My hand continues to stroke his body, my lips finding his neck. As I kiss lightly, my lips trail along his body, planting kisses as I move down, my tongue gently licking the head of his shaft, before I move back up again.
Standing up, I swing the flogger hard across his ass. I wait, expecting him to react, to pull at the restraints, and tell me to stop. Anything.
He doesn’t. He stays here, hands above his head. I swing it down harder, and he stays still, with no reaction. It is as if he thinks he deserves to be punished, to be hurt. I move around, kissing down his body again, my mouth sucking his cock inside, my tongue teasing under it, stroking it gently.
He moans as I feel him begin to stiffen in my mouth, filling it, and making me moan from the sensation.
I snap back, standing in front of him, walking around to the back of him. I swing the flogger down, hitting him harder, my mouth biting his neck, as I moan against it.
My nails dig into his chest as I scratch down, watching as he bleeds. My mouth teases his neck as my hand grabs his cock, slowly stroking it.
Swinging the flogger harder, I don’t stop. I count to five and swing it again, 1…2…3…4…5…swinging the flogger one final time with all my strength. I see his body react and slightly stiffen up. I look around me at the items.
I find a clamp that he often puts on my sex. I slowly tease him with my mouth, sucking the cock inside my mouth teasingly and then back out. Once out, I close the clamp down on his foreskin.
I watch as he jumps, growling at the feel of it. I can tell he is close to breaking. I move around his back, my hands trailing along his body, as I swing the flogger down again.
This time, I turn. Moving, I grab the paddle. It has wires attached. I have no idea how to use it, and I just hope it doesn’t hurt him. Turning it on, I swing it over his ass. He growls loudly, pulling at the restraints before relaxing.
Degradation; humiliation. He had mentioned those as forms of punishment, a way to break a sub. He mentioned how it was the one thing he could not stand, him being humiliated or degraded. What would make him feel humiliated?
I walk out of the room, back to mine, and grab the bag. Walking back in, I open it, and I begin removing the makeup, hoping that he will realise what I am doing before he has all the makeup on. I grab the brush and blusher and walk over to him. I rub the brush into the blusher before applying it to his cheeks. I swing the paddle over his ass again.
My hand strokes the brush against his cheek. He doesn’t react. I hit the paddle across his ass again, tears falling from my eyes. I hate this, I really hate it. I stroke the brush across the other side, making sure he has enough pink on them.
He doesn’t react. I have a feeling this isn’t going to make a difference. It is almost as if he is letting me do this as a punishment.
I grab the smaller brush, preparing to do his eyes. As my hand reaches up to remove his blindfold, I whisper, “Don’t open your eyes”. I lift it, his eyes staying shut. I slowly stroke the brush across his eye, watching as they flash open, his hands pulling down and ripping the chains from the ceiling.“What the hell are you trying to do Alena, humiliate me so that when I leave everyone can see you’re trying to degrade me?” His hands whip down. As he speaks, he grabs me, throwing me on the bed. His eyes are still not the same, but at least he has responded.He is doing something. He has me pinned to the bed, his eyes black, pitch black. I feel abused just looking at them, trying to hide myself from them. “Don’t ever do that again,” he snaps, then looks at me and now notices my tears.“I hated it, I fucking hated that Jackson, but what choice did I have?” I shout back, my hands trying to fight against his grip. I watch as his face falls, his eyes lightening slightly, but not back to th
**WARNING** This chapter includes extremely sadistic material, including animal play, degrading, and humiliation. It shows why the BDSM lifestyle should be avoided when someone is not sound-minded.He moves quickly, not even answering me. He has me flipped on my stomach instantly, his hands pulling me up from the bed. He lies me on the table, my stomach against it, my boobs hanging over the edge.The table is small. He grabs my hands, pulling them behind my back. Still, as he does, he lifts my legs, tying my legs to my hands. I nearly cry instantly. He has gone straight for the things I hate, my hard list, one being hogtied. I hate the idea, and now here I am, in that same position. I want to scream ‘peach’, but I don’t, even though I already feel humiliated, even though only he can see me. I feel the blindfold covering my eyes. I am grateful he won’t be able to see my tears.I feel the gag pushing into my mouth, then him putting the ball in my hand. I want to drop it. Maybe me break
I cry for hours; I hate him, and I hate myself. Why did I let him do that? Why didn’t I stop him earlier? Why was I so foolish? I told him he could do anything to me, and I wouldn’t walk away. I was wrong. I’m not sure if I even want to look at him again.The pain and humiliation are there, just like it was with Max, only under different circumstances. This is my fault, my fault for not saying the safe word, my fault for trying to make him snap back and not thinking of myself. I feel worse, worse because I am solely to blame. Why didn’t I just say the safe word? He would have stopped instantly, at the start, had I done that.I look at the clock. It’s 5 am. I don’t move. I stay lying here, watching the clock: 6 am. 9 am. 10 am.“I am sorry, Alena, please open the door,” Jackson calls through, his fists banging on it. I cover my ears with the pillow. I continue watching the clock. I just stare at it, watching the time pass. It is 11:45 pm. There is a knock at the door. I cover my ear
My body is screaming to stay away, but my heart needs him, needs his arms wrapped around me, showing me it is okay. He looks at me, not saying a word. I feel like what happened is the real him. If it is, I can’t give him what he wants, and he would be better off without me.“Please don’t leave. I am sorry I went too far.” His plea is filled with hurt and despair at the thought that I am going to leave.“I’m not leaving.” My voice is just a whisper, hardly there at all.“Come and sit, please.” He reaches out his hand, but I shake my head, unable to move closer to him.“This is my fault. I know it is. I should have stopped you before it got that far. I thought I could handle it, and I kept putting it off. I was wrong, and I am sorry. The safe word is there to stop this from happening. I wanted to try to fix you, and in the process, I broke myself.” My words come out in a rush; my apology for being stupid and not saying ‘stop’ when I needed to, is pitiful.He did nothing wrong. He did wh
I decided I should go for a drink. I leave the room, walking past where Max is. Standing at the machine, I grab a drink. I begin walking back up. This time I stop outside his room. “May I go in please?” I look at the police officers. They look at each other.“I know him. I just want to know if he is okay.” Okay. I don’t care if he is okay, so why do I want to go in there? They glance at each other before nodding. Walking in, seeing what I can, it isn’t what I was expecting to see. Shock overtakes me. Jackson hadn’t told me the whole story. Max is barely recognisable. His face is swollen, with cuts all over it. His leg is in a cast and there are bandages across his chest.I begin to shake my head. Why do I feel sorry for him? Why do I care that he is hurting? I shouldn’t, after all he has done. I begin to walk towards him, his eyes following me. I wonder if he can see me because he never says anything; he just stays quiet.Standing here by his bed, I look at him. He actually lo
We sit here all night. Even I know we have to go home at some point. We can’t expect everyone to watch the girls all day. Sitting, I decide I will go home, and if I can, I will come back later to support Jackson some more. He is at least nearly back to normal.Sure, he’s unbalanced, but I recognise his eyes now.“I am going to go home, see the girls and give everyone a break,” I tell him as I stand to leave. His hand grabs mine. He looks like a lost child; he shakes his head, and I now feel stuck.“Why not come home with me? Get a shower and food, and we can maybe bring some food back for Maria. She has not left Marcus’ side; she needs to eat.” This is my best suggestion. That way he is with me but can always come back later, and I will be here to support him.We say goodbye to Maria, and I drive us home. I am so worn out that I could just go straight to bed. I spend the morning with the girls. Jackson just stays hidden. I wonder why though. By around 1 pm, Georgina comes in and
Standing up, I start stripping. I grab the blindfold and put it on, then stand here naked in the corner, waiting. My heart is pounding in my chest, the sound of a drum counting down the seconds for me.“What do you want, Alena?” His voice is quiet. He isn’t his usual self. Typically, when he asks that, he has humour there, knowing that he already knew what I needed.“I want you, like before. I want you like we used to be, no pain, no worries.” I stand waiting for his reply.“I am not sure that is a good idea. I hurt you, upset you and broke you. I saw your face, how much you hated yourself and me.”“No, don’t think of it like that. If I say the safe word, will you stop Jackson?” I hear him moving closer to me as I ask.“Yes, always, no matter what I am doing, I would stop.” Which I know, and that is why, last time, it was my fault.“I promise, if you got too far, I will say it. I won’t hold it in. I won’t ignore the pain, the hurt. I will say it. I promise.” I know I will. After the l
“What do you need? Whatever it is, Jackson, take it, take everything. I am offering everything. We can try again. I know what to do, and I won’t hold back this time. If I have to say the safe word, I won’t hold it in.” His eyes look at mine, his head shaking.“Jackson, I need you, I need you right now. You’re driving me insane. The thought of you hard is driving me insane.” It is; I have never left him hard, never, and I don’t plan to now.“You might want to change your mind. This will be the last chance you get. I don’t want your pretty ass to run away after this.” He takes another step closer, never taking his eyes off me. I stand, waiting. I will at least try this for him.“I am going to fuck you….” his head shakes, and he smirks, “No, I am going to abuse you, and you will fucking love it because you’re a dirty little fucking slut.” His words come out like curses. Still, like every other time, there is love in them. It isn’t full of hate, like the other day.“Don’t even think abou