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Ivanna B a Bad Girl! (a fierce BDSM tale)
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Ivanna B a Bad Girl! (a fierce BDSM tale) Well after a lot of heart ache and head aches, me and my X have decided to give it one more shot. But first there was a penance to be paid for all the trouble and all the pain. Though the fighting was mutual, I caused most of the trouble  (yeah, I know, I'm a brat like that)  So I did my best to endure him and his punishment, he's got such a devious mind, I couldn't help but wonder what was gonna happen next? Here's what did happen, in all it's heated glory: I couldn't believe we were finally gonna be seeing each other again. It had been so long (almost a year) and so much had happened between us, and to us, that it was truly anyone's guess as to how it would end... I got to the hotel and BBM'd him the room number. He told me to get all slutted up. I knew just how like me too. My long blond hair, curly and wild, perfect makeup, a slutty hot pink and black teddy and my big black thing high boots. I was picture perfect and ready for him to cum... The minutes seemed like hours, as I wanted and waited for him to get there. Our room was on the main floor, facing the parking lot, so I was constantly looking out the window, to see if had arrived. I felt like a dog, sitting there panting, my heart fluttering. I was so excited to see him, I was shaking the entire time I was getting ready too. I could hardly apply my mascara. I was shaking and sweating so much. I was excited, nervous and a bit scared- I wanted him so badly, it was hell while I waited... or so I thought. Little did I realize though, that hell was coming with HIM & my punishment. Laying on the bed, having a smoke, I began to text him again, as I did, the door opened and there he was. Right before my eyes, at last, the man I crave so much. I was so happy to see him. I knew I was in for punishment, but I couldn't help but smile. He smiled slightly too, though he was trying to hide it. Trying to remain sollom and serious, because I had been a very bad girl. My eyes shone bright at him from across the room, I leaned over and put my smoke out instantly. He came towards me, and I had the biggest smile, I couldn't stop it- no matter how much I tried... As he came to face me, I said "Hey baby" Only to be silenced with a slap to the left side of my face. "You fucking bitch!" he said with another slap across my right cheek. I sat there silently, taking it slap after slap. I knew this was going to happen, we had talked about it before. He was angry, he was hurt and he wanted to hurt me physically for all the things I did to him emotionally. I was willing to take it. I'm not a pain , but if it would settle the score, I would do my best to endure... Despite my efforts I was beginning to cry. "So," he said, "you're gonna cry now? Just like you always do?" "No." I mumbled, trying to hold back the tears. "Yes you are." he said, snarlling at me, "You're gonna cry like the little bitch you are. Because you always cry don't you? Go on.. Cry." I tried to hold strong, but he bellowed "CRY!" and than I couldn't hold it in any longer. I was sobbing hard, not from the pain, or the humiliation, but at the fact that he was so angry and hurt. I felt ashamed for having been so bad to him in the past. I cared for him so much, I only wanted to love me back. I was hurt because I hurt him, not because he was hurting me, and he pushed me back onto the bed, I wondered what was going to come next? He straddled my chest, and looked me straight in the eyes, "You wanted this," he said heatedly, "You wanted me to come here and beat you up- remember?" "yes." I strained. "Why did you want me to this to you?" he asked, "Because you know you deserve it- right?" "yes.." "Say it! Say you deserve this!" "I deserve it..." "Now I'm gonna beat the fuck out of you and show you just how much pain you put me through" I asked him not to touch my face, I had to go home after this. He didn't say yes or no, but I knew he wouldn't. I trusted him completely. I always trusted him, from the first day we met. There was something about him, something I've never experienced before- Love at first sight? If there is such a thing, that would be what it was. But whatever it is, I can't explain, I just feel it & I always have... Still straddling my body, he began slapping my tits, "Who the HELL do you think you are... treating me like that?" SLAP! "Who the hell do you think you are, humiliating me the way you did?" SLAP! "Who are you- huh? Tell me? Who the Fuck do you think you are?" "no body..." I managed to moan out. He grabbed me by the hair and wrestled my head up off the bed, "What did you say?" "No Body!" I said, louder this time because I know he wanted to hear it. "That's right your no body." He got up and walked towards the door. I lied on the bed waiting to see what would happen next. Would he walk out on me or was there still more to come? I could hear him the bathroom playing with the plastic cups, so I knew what was coming next... I lied there on the bed, a million thoughts running through my mind. I kept my eyes closed, still sobbing, until he came new to me. Than I looked at him, ready fro more as he said, "Are you thirsty? You wanna drink?" I closed my eyes and turned my face towards the ceiling, "Just pour it on me." I said in a flat cold voice. I knew he was gonna do this kind of stuff to me. I knew I was in for pain and humiliation as soon as I entered the room. Cold water came crashing on to my face. I went to take a breath and another cup was thrown at me. I wasn't expecting 2, and that second one kinda shocked me. I just lied there limply as he slapped me again, ripped down my shirt and began to squeeze my nipples way too hard. Grabbing tit full in his hand, he mashed it in his palms as I cried out in pain. He told me to shut up. I did. He came on to the bed beside me, and held my tit again, firmed his grip and lifted the weight of my upper torso off the bed by my boob. It was painful for sure, but not overwhelmingly so. It was incredable to experience that sensation, i think I may have even liked it a bit? But than it was back to the nipple torture- something I just can't handle very well. Slapping, twisting and turning my nipples, biting them harder and harder. I was screaming as he covered my mouth. It was pure agony and I hated every minute of it. This what he wanted to see. Me in pain, true pain, and begging for mercy. He stopped, grabbed my hair and bent me forwards, ass in the air, face hard into the bed, and began slapping and punching my ass. Beating and teasing me, asking me questions I'll not get into here. He was angry about everything that happened in the past and he was finally getting his own twisted justice for the things I did and said. I was crying harder, the pain of the blows were making me flinch and cry out, but my tears were tears of emotional pain inside me. I was crying as I had many times before, for all the pain I caused him, and now it was my turn to hurt... He sat back onto the bed and had me kiss his feet and beg for his forgiveness. I did it willingly and whole heartedly. Something I've never done, nor will will ever do again, for any other man. He looked at me and said, "Remember you said once, you're not scared of me? Are you scared of me now?" "No." I replied. He jumped from the head and onto my chest, grabbing my throat and covering my mouth. "Are you scared of me Now?" "No." With more anger than I'd seen since the time he walked in, he shook me and pressed harder on my neck and my face, trying to make his point. "Are you Scared of Me NOW?" Me eyes cold and dead, I looked into his and moved his hand from my mouth just enough to say, "I'm not afraid to die." He pushed me over and off the bed, to the floor... I had come so close to death so many times that I wasn't afraid of it- at times I actually welcomed it. I knelt there beside the bed crying so hard, because I was so sad and sorry. I just wanted everything to be over. But it was far from done... He got up and went over to his jacket, he came back with a roll of electrical tape and told me to sit down. I sat there with my hands behind my back, while he bound my hands with black tape. as much as I wished he wouldn't, I knew he was gonna attack my tits again. The one pain I just can't handle- no matter how hard I try. I just can't endure it! He ripped my dress, threw me backwards and began to rip off my panties. I just lay there limp and let him rip whatever he wanted. I wasn't gonna fight him on anything. This was his day, his turn to make it all right on his end. he took the torn panties and stuffed them hard into my mouth. He wrapped his hands around my neck and began to squeeze hard. I didn't know if I was going to pass out or something, but I lied there willingly, taking whatever punishment he felt I deserved. Then the pain as he began on nipples again. OMG The pain seared through me like fire! My already over sensitive nipples where being bitten so, so hard. He went from one to another as I lay there screaming, choking and no one able to hear me at all. It was getting to be too much. I couldn't take it anymore, so I started fighting back, begging him "Please, Please, Stop!" through my panties and asphyxiated throat. He wasn't stopping. this was what he wanted to see me in agony and fighting back. He wanted to be able to force me into suffering. He wanted to see the fear and torture in my eyes, my body, and my mind... That was it- I couldn't do it anymore, I ripped through the tape, and brought my hands up to his around my neck and my nipples. I wrenched his teeth from my tit and kept both my breasts covered with my hands and arms. His one hand still wrapped around my throat. I didn't care if he chocked me, if I passed out I would be able to feel the pain. It was the pain I couldn't take, not the rest. When he could see that I wouldn't move my hands from my chest to stop him from chocking me, he gave in. He let go picked me up, flipped me over, and began punching me in the ass HARD! Statement after statement, all the things I had done to him were being purged in to my fleshy cheeks. It was all coming out now. His pain was my agony and I was gonna take as much as I could while he cleansed it all from his mind and heart. He got up and sat on my face. Told me to eat his ass and I did. He asked me if I had any lube? I said yes and thought he was gonna fuck me in the ass next. I was so scared he would. I hadn't had anal sex in well over a year, nor had I done any anal preparation for our meeting. His cock is HUGE, at least 4" in girth, and it would hurt like hell, but I was gonna try and take it, if that's what he wanted to do... "I know what you're gonna do" I said. "No you don't" he replied. "I hope not," I through back, "You're so big, it'd hurt like hell if you did." When I came back with the lube, he had his butt plug out and that's what he was up to... He lubed it up and stuck it in his ass. he loved this thing, because it gave him intense orgasms, and though I had never seen it, I wanted him to use it with me so I could watch him cum... He told me to suck his balls while it was in there, I did it with pleasure. He has the most increadable cock and balls in the world- I could suck him for hours on end. He pulled the plug out of his ass and told me to clean it. I paused only briefly. I had never done any kind of ass to mouth before, and I wasn't into it at all. But I was into him, and this was my day of slavery- so I did it with a smile. He flipped my booted legs up to his chest. I wasn't sure what for torture was coming next? Was he gonna bite my toes or something? I couldn't imagine? But as he removed my thigh highs boots and stockings, he lied on the bed face down and told me to give him a massage. He said that now that I had punished, the rest depended on if i could make him good or not? I'm professionally trained in massage and aesthetics, so I wasn't worried about my massage skills. But I had always wanted to make him feel good, and I found it frustrating that I never could before. Now was my moment to show him I could be more than just a fuck toy, I could be everything he wanted and needed in life too. I rubbed him, as I sobbed, hopping that I wasn't hurting him. I have a tendency to make people feel pain, even while massaging. I have very strong hands. "At least your good at something." He said. "I'm good at a lot of things" I whimpered... The rest of the day is very personal and emotional. Suffice it to say, we made up for the last time. Hopping this will be the one that LASTS! |
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