Sadist Masochist Novels & Stories

This client was a Masochist, a person who derives sexual pleasure from being abused by others, but he was also a congressman who needed privacy for his fantasies. His name was Marcus Bain, a businessman’s demeanor with an average body type, but taller than most. He was a handsome white man, but not Janet’s type. The pain she inflicted on him turned her all the way off, but pleased her at the same time. She didn’t understand it, but never questioned it. He paid well for the appointment and silence.

“What brought all this on?” “Well, I went to see this Dominant who happens to also be a Sadist who has a sub that is a true Masochist. I wanted to learn more about how to handle your urges better. I don’t want to deny you of what you want and need, but I’m not sure just how much to give. Anyway, we got to talking about the why’s and how’s, and well it was brought up that your bullying may have been the cause for your Masochism.” “So, you’re blaming yourself?” I ask.

He says trying to decipher her from how she is feeling right now. “But that girl was crying for you to stop, and you kept going” She ask him quizzically, she knows what she saw and heard that night. “They are train to act like that to arouse the Sadist” when she gives him a questioning gaze he says “A sadist is the one who inflicts the pain and the one who finds pleasure in being abused is masochist.” “Oh you mean they like it …” She looks away from him, annoyed about the fact that someone can feel pleasure in pain.

His eyes rolled back as the pain and pleasure rocked his body mercilessly. “You're a perfect boyfriend, Nicholas. If I'm a normal girl I would probably fall in love with you. You could easily detach yourself from your work when you're with me. But it's not enough. Nothing is, for me.” I squatted aligning his cock on bare my cunt. I easily slid in until it bottom out knocking me breathless. I rocked back and forth as I moan in pleasure, driving myself mindless. “You see, I was raped and physically abused at an early age by people like you. This is my way of ridding the world of its rotten inhabitants.” I grind my hips rubbing my clitoris on the patch of hair on his lower abdomen, making me mo

He never wants to kill me, or so I think. He just enjoys punishing me for a crime I didn't commit. What did I ever do wrong to deserve this? To be honest, I don't know, and he doesn't care. He doesn't want to fucking tell me what I did, either. It's clear that he's a sadist, a stupid monster who enjoys watching others cry. He enjoys watching pain, treating it like a movie. He smiles at it, just the way he's smiling at my blood. I wondered why he didn't try to lick it, maybe he could have a taste of the pain that runs in my veins.

Like ever. “Maybe you’re not a masochist in the traditional sense…”. He muses as he places his arm on the table and rests his chin on it. “But you do like pain”. “I don’t want to be hit…or whipped…or anything like that”. It’s not even embarrassing to say anymore. I’m really not hardcore or anything, I— “I already know that, Sorahiko”. He places one of his slices of toast on my plate. “You just have a very nasty strength kink”.

The sadistic bastard in me thrived in each movement with which we sliced through while slaughtering Wengarthrians. Call me perverse, call me sick, I don’t care. I craved their demise and misery. Most of them, if not all of them, were aware of Minthe’s torture. And none of them lifted a finger to stop it. My revenge will be epic and brutal. I crave to crush every inch of Wengarthria to crumbs. Every fucking creature that lives here is going to cease to exist. And I will not make it quick for them. Their screams, death and despair are feeding the sadistic animal, the beastly part of me who craved their misery. I am not going to be sated until there is a living soul in here. That became my miss

Instead, I just felt hollow and empty, and terrified that you would hate me. If Alex were truly a sadist, then he would have enjoyed my pain, and the crying should have excited him, not caused him to stop. He has told me that he enjoyed spanking and whipping his subs but that he only ever did it with subs who wanted that level of pain, masochists who would get their own gratification from having it inflicted upon them. A win-win situation. If I break it down in my mind, then everyone got what they desired; there was no humiliation and both parties got to enjoy their kink. For me, that doesn't exactly fit with my definition of a sadist.

I said while driving " I don't have any reason to stay with a heartless monster like you. You might have lots of reasons to torture me like a slave but that doesn't matters me. Whatever your problem don't matters me in any way Mr Siddarth Singh Khurana. " She screamed in her top voice " Siddarth you are nothing but a cruel sadist You find happiness and satisfaction in others pain. Then why I should stay with a man like you. " I was silent. Literally I couldn't say anything further after she addressed me as a masochist.

I took her cheek in my hand as our eyes held, so precious, so fucking unbelievably sweet. "Like fucking someone else. I didn't want to do that, so when my need for you got to be too much and I was ready to climb the fucking walls I went and let some asshole do this to my dick. It worked too, shit took weeks to heal, by then I was used to it, I kinda like it, you will too I promise."