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- Nov 3, 2013
When we first started dating, you couldn't stop bragging to your friends. Rich. Arrogant. Dead sexy. Huge muscles and a mammoth cock to match. What a catch. What a *hunk.* Your hands could barely wrap around my biceps. Even in your tallest heels (and as you dated me, they only got taller), you only came up to my shoulder at best. Always, with me, you felt tiny and breakable; but also protected. Valued beyond all else.
But then it all got so...so dark.
First were the demands about your clothing. You had to look hot, always. You never knew when I might call. Sometimes, you remember tearfully how disappointed I said I was when you showed up to suck me off wearing only a frumpy sweater and your dumpiest pair of jeans. The next day, you burned every last piece of clothing that you were afraid wouldn't satisfy me.
I bankrolled the new wardrobe, of course. You don't know how I got my money, but you suspect that a lot of people died, and regularly, for me to have it. There's so fucking much of it. It flows out from me like wine. I wouldn't let you spend a single dime. In fact, that became the next problem...how soon, I owned your every last penny. You don't remember giving up your bank accounts to live off the cash and credit cards I gave you, but whenever you suck my cock, it becomes *so hard* to really remember all that hard financial stuff.
And then I started to beat you. You showed up wearing red when I told you, explicitly, that I was in a blue mood. You thought I was depressed. How little you knew. The beating I gave you would have put a normal woman out of commission for years of her life. But not you. After a long drought of my cum, your body put itself back together. Ready for more abuse.
The excuses for violence became flimsier. Heels too tall. Heels too short (the same pair). Hair not shiny enough. Soon, you realized I just liked to abuse you. Beating and fucking became so intertwined that you couldn't tell where one started and the other began. You started asking to be hit. You liked telling me that you deserved it. We both did. You don't know why you were cumming as I choked you, as I slapped you silly, but you loved every second of it.You had no idea sex could be so animalistic. So perfectly brutal. You dreamed about raising daughters for me to use just like I used you, once they were of the proper age. You know I wanted to fill your fertile body up.
Of course, that all meant your friends were out of the picture. At that point, all I had to do was suggest that you didn't need any of them. You happily broke their hearts in my name. They just looked at you, stunned at what a fantastic beauty you've become.
The steady diet of my cum flooding into your system transformed you from an average beauty to a goddamn beauty queen. All that extra babyfat melted right off you. Your body became statuesque, busty, your tiny frame enveloped with thick, heartmelting voluminous hair. Your tits enormous and buoyant, your waist tiny, your body toned and tight. Your self-confidence, your arrogance, was never higher...except when you're in my presence. Then you know how submissive you have to be. How right it is for you to beg and plead for every new command. And it only makes sense, given how my very touch sends you into oceans of orgasmic bliss.
One morning, you look at your flawless face in the mirror, trying to decide whether I would like it more if you wore the diamond-studded lingerie or the sheer silk body stocking. The lingerie would intrigue me, you know, because you managed to lift it from that supermodel bimbo two weeks ago at her birthday party—you know, the same one where I nearly beat her football player husband to death for spilling wine on my shoes.
And then you realize—you're a toy. Nothing but my plaything. Designed specifically to pleasure me. It feels like a fog has been lifted away—you can see your obscenely gorgeous form with the same stunned, amazed eyes that everyone else views you with. It's hard not to fall completely in love with yourself, to masturbate all day long as you stare into your eyes in the mirror.
And you know it's because today is special.
I told you that morning, as you delivered your morning blowjob, that I had plans for tonight. Your sister/best friend/cousin was in town, and I had her kidnapped. You were to be at my side while we tortured her, raped her, beat her senseless...and decided if she really ought to live when she's so clearly imperfect compared to you.
Fear floods you. You know you're thinking this clearly only because I've allowed it. You can intuit, easily, that I want you to decide for yourself. I've changed you so utterly—my power seems limitless, immortal.
The choice seems...so clear now, at least the presentation of it.
Live forever with me as my twisted, demented, evil, flawless breeding goddess? Or die, like so many others have died, in the horrible pain of separation from divinity...in complete normalcy. With a boring body. And a boring husband who falls asleep after he cums pathetically on your belly. And boring relationships where you talk about jobs and hobbies. Boring...but moral. Which, if you were truly mine, you would never, ever be.
Tonight's the night to decide, and an innocent's life hangs in the balance. Neither of us know quite how you'll react.
**Kinks I'm Into Exploring:**
Violence, Rape, Breeding, Pregnancy, Bimbofication, Incest, Mind Control, Abusive Relationships, Harem building, Goddamn Good Writing, Hot Descriptions, and Power Trips
Send me a PM if you're interested. I'd love to explore this with you.
But then it all got so...so dark.
First were the demands about your clothing. You had to look hot, always. You never knew when I might call. Sometimes, you remember tearfully how disappointed I said I was when you showed up to suck me off wearing only a frumpy sweater and your dumpiest pair of jeans. The next day, you burned every last piece of clothing that you were afraid wouldn't satisfy me.
I bankrolled the new wardrobe, of course. You don't know how I got my money, but you suspect that a lot of people died, and regularly, for me to have it. There's so fucking much of it. It flows out from me like wine. I wouldn't let you spend a single dime. In fact, that became the next problem...how soon, I owned your every last penny. You don't remember giving up your bank accounts to live off the cash and credit cards I gave you, but whenever you suck my cock, it becomes *so hard* to really remember all that hard financial stuff.
And then I started to beat you. You showed up wearing red when I told you, explicitly, that I was in a blue mood. You thought I was depressed. How little you knew. The beating I gave you would have put a normal woman out of commission for years of her life. But not you. After a long drought of my cum, your body put itself back together. Ready for more abuse.
The excuses for violence became flimsier. Heels too tall. Heels too short (the same pair). Hair not shiny enough. Soon, you realized I just liked to abuse you. Beating and fucking became so intertwined that you couldn't tell where one started and the other began. You started asking to be hit. You liked telling me that you deserved it. We both did. You don't know why you were cumming as I choked you, as I slapped you silly, but you loved every second of it.You had no idea sex could be so animalistic. So perfectly brutal. You dreamed about raising daughters for me to use just like I used you, once they were of the proper age. You know I wanted to fill your fertile body up.
Of course, that all meant your friends were out of the picture. At that point, all I had to do was suggest that you didn't need any of them. You happily broke their hearts in my name. They just looked at you, stunned at what a fantastic beauty you've become.
The steady diet of my cum flooding into your system transformed you from an average beauty to a goddamn beauty queen. All that extra babyfat melted right off you. Your body became statuesque, busty, your tiny frame enveloped with thick, heartmelting voluminous hair. Your tits enormous and buoyant, your waist tiny, your body toned and tight. Your self-confidence, your arrogance, was never higher...except when you're in my presence. Then you know how submissive you have to be. How right it is for you to beg and plead for every new command. And it only makes sense, given how my very touch sends you into oceans of orgasmic bliss.
One morning, you look at your flawless face in the mirror, trying to decide whether I would like it more if you wore the diamond-studded lingerie or the sheer silk body stocking. The lingerie would intrigue me, you know, because you managed to lift it from that supermodel bimbo two weeks ago at her birthday party—you know, the same one where I nearly beat her football player husband to death for spilling wine on my shoes.
And then you realize—you're a toy. Nothing but my plaything. Designed specifically to pleasure me. It feels like a fog has been lifted away—you can see your obscenely gorgeous form with the same stunned, amazed eyes that everyone else views you with. It's hard not to fall completely in love with yourself, to masturbate all day long as you stare into your eyes in the mirror.
And you know it's because today is special.
I told you that morning, as you delivered your morning blowjob, that I had plans for tonight. Your sister/best friend/cousin was in town, and I had her kidnapped. You were to be at my side while we tortured her, raped her, beat her senseless...and decided if she really ought to live when she's so clearly imperfect compared to you.
Fear floods you. You know you're thinking this clearly only because I've allowed it. You can intuit, easily, that I want you to decide for yourself. I've changed you so utterly—my power seems limitless, immortal.
The choice seems...so clear now, at least the presentation of it.
Live forever with me as my twisted, demented, evil, flawless breeding goddess? Or die, like so many others have died, in the horrible pain of separation from divinity...in complete normalcy. With a boring body. And a boring husband who falls asleep after he cums pathetically on your belly. And boring relationships where you talk about jobs and hobbies. Boring...but moral. Which, if you were truly mine, you would never, ever be.
Tonight's the night to decide, and an innocent's life hangs in the balance. Neither of us know quite how you'll react.
**Kinks I'm Into Exploring:**
Violence, Rape, Breeding, Pregnancy, Bimbofication, Incest, Mind Control, Abusive Relationships, Harem building, Goddamn Good Writing, Hot Descriptions, and Power Trips
Send me a PM if you're interested. I'd love to explore this with you.
