Aniversary
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SIR.M
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pulp
ANNIVERSARY
I met you on a dating site, shy virgin alone, exciting mix for a man like me.
We started dating and from the first meeting our libido was blocked by your "stakes", by your feeling of mastery of your choices and your "NO".
It has held us together the great love we have for each other.
Today is a year that we are a couple and I decided to celebrate our anniversary by surprise.
Weekend in a well-known exclusive SPA for couples who want to dare.
You ask curious about the program, I am silent; you insist I am silent again.
At the end you desist, I have the control of the surprise.
Smile, you are convinced that I will take the "big step".
It's time you have been talking about the qualitative leap in our relationship, that life as bachelors is enough, that you need more, to create a family.
Check in, the room is comfortable and overlooking the park.
You relax, shower depilation and you're ready to enjoy our weekend.
We go out, we are waiting for in the room of "surprises".
We enter, a double bed in the middle of the room lighted only by a lighthouse, dark around.
You sit excited dreaming the unknown experience that you are going to live with me, confident that I will maintain the limits you impose.
Two unknown hands blindfold you blocking the curiosity to see, you lie supine, silence, wait.
Other hands simultaneously grasp wrists and ankles and tie them to the rings placed at the corners of the bed.
You try to rebel, you don't like to be tied up, but it's too late.
You realize that I will not be next to you, you are alone with your body offered to the unknown, you protest that these were not the agreements, silence.
A tongue begins to lick your breasts, nipples react
immediately swelling turgid and hard, despite your protests.
It rises to your lips, the kiss is long sweet exciting, you recognize that the tongue is not mine, you want to stop, you turn your head refusing to continue.
A second tongue makes its way between your thighs and reaches the labia majora.
A moment of anger and shouting reiterate the agreements between us: no strangers, just the two of us.
You feel betrayed, you call me, you want explanations you order me to respect your will and your identity as a woman.
I don't answer you.
Two hands that you recognize as big, strong and masculine grab your nipples and squeeze them, screaming in pain.
You hate pain.
My voice is a whisper in your ear:
- I found out that you have been cheating on me for six months with your colleague of work and to him you have allowed yourself totally without limits or prohibitions things that you have never done with me.
Now you pay the consequences.
You deny, you scream, you cry, you get agitated you want to flee, you beg to forgive yourself.
I turn on the camera and your punishment begins.
Step One: Pain
A violent blow on the stomach first silences you then the scream of pain.
The second blow comes unexpectedly on the breast, another scream.
The whip leaves red marks on your white skin and the twisted nails tear off small flaps.
Third blow tears your left armpit, the fourth the right.
The fifth blow is on the left thigh, the next on the right one, then calves and feet.
You cry and scream without restraint.
I leave you time to calm down, to delude yourself that it's all over.
The whip resumes its work with more strength and malice, it hits everywhere disfiguring that body of which you went so much proud and proud, you faint again.
Rise screaming in pain, ask for mercy; you don't deserve it.
You are untied and turned on your stomach, wrists and ankles tied again, you try to rebel without success, you call me ask for mercy again, you plead like you never did.
The whip resumes its work this time starting from the shoulders.
The screams accompany every whipping especially when it lingers long and cruel on your buttocks erasing all shape and consistency.
Once the work of the whip is finished, they untie you and two pitiful hands sprinkle your helpless body with a healing and anesthetizing cream to relieve past and future pain.
The bed is cleaned covered with a plastic sheet and you tied supine again.
Silence exhausted by pain, without strength, humiliated in body and soul.
You seek me, you beg me to forgive you, that it will not happen again, that you have repented, that you will be faithful and mine alone forever.
You gasp at my words in your ear:
- Vain promises I do not believe you, your colleague was not the only one.
At the beach last summer the lifeguard of the establishment enjoyed for 15 days your ass (forbidden to me) and in the evening you were always too tired for our sex.
Did you think I didn't know? That I hadn't noticed?
You are a false and lying whore and you will be punished as you deserve.
Step Two: Devastation
One hand grabs the left nipple and pulls, you do not have time to react to the pain that a red-hot pinand pierces from side to side your breasts at the base of the nipple.
You scream cursing me, you have realized that your body will no longer be what it was before.
Second pin perpendicular to the first to form a cross, and a third pierces burning the milk duct and penetrates into depth in the udder glands destroing forever your ability to breastfeed.
The right breast has the same fate.
A rope is tightened at the junction of the breasts until they turn into two purple balls.
Tears flow profusely down your unstoppable cheeks, sobs you twist you curse me, beg for mercy.
I look at you and smile thinking about what awaits you.
The unknown hands continue taking care of the clitoris, grab it, pull it and pierce it with two red-hot needles to form a cross and a third penetrates it from the tip burning the nerve endings of pleasure.
You faint.
You are helpless, ready for vaginal treatment.
An inflatable plug is inserted into your vagina and filled to the maximum with boiling steam.
In addition to the extreme dilation that tears the skin and external vaginal muscles, the strong heat burns the nerve endings, you will never feel pleasure again.
Your bladder does not resist and expels urine that wets the bed.
The acrid smell of sweat mixed with blood and urine floods the room.
You are untied, turned and tied up again.
Your anus is there, exposed and ready for step three.
Step Three: Destruction
An enema cannula is inserted into your rectum and filled with 2 liters of a thick, acidic, hot oily liquid.
I do not know the composition, people explained to me that it causes strong contractions, so strong that the smooth muscles contract to such an extent that it tears the bonds between cell and cell, leaving the intestinal wall completely prolapsed.
As soon as the "enema" begins you wake up from your torpor and an inhuman scream comes out of your mouth, you faint again.
After the operation the cannula is replaced with a second inflatable plug and enlarged until it tears the muscles of your
precious ass, it will never close.
I look at you, nothing anymore of the beautiful sweet and feminine woman I was in love with, there is only a battered body and undone.
Step Four: Your new life
You will be forced for life to wear containment diapers for
feces and urine, you will no longer feel any stimulus nor sexual pleasure but this is not a problem, no man will ever again have the desire to possess you.
I leave the room, leaving you to the fate that awaits you: slave in an exclusive club for depraved torturers to whom I sold you.
As agreed, before being delivered you will be subjected to further "care" ordered by your new owner.
They will insert rings on your nipples and clitoris, remove your labia minora and you will be marked with the word "slave" on your forehead.
All this will be made without anesthesia and will be filmed and sold on the Internet.
Like today's video.
No one will find you anymore, you will disappear forever and you will enjoy endless torture, humiliation and amputations to death.
I think back to my friends, your colleague and the lifeguard, who were happy to make you capitulate to give me the excuse to torture you and sell you.
I pay for the week of "care" to which you will be subjected and I leave.
At home a new woman/prey is waiting for me, I already know to whom to sell her to the next anniversary.
I met you on a dating site, shy virgin alone, exciting mix for a man like me.
We started dating and from the first meeting our libido was blocked by your "stakes", by your feeling of mastery of your choices and your "NO".
It has held us together the great love we have for each other.
Today is a year that we are a couple and I decided to celebrate our anniversary by surprise.
Weekend in a well-known exclusive SPA for couples who want to dare.
You ask curious about the program, I am silent; you insist I am silent again.
At the end you desist, I have the control of the surprise.
Smile, you are convinced that I will take the "big step".
It's time you have been talking about the qualitative leap in our relationship, that life as bachelors is enough, that you need more, to create a family.
Check in, the room is comfortable and overlooking the park.
You relax, shower depilation and you're ready to enjoy our weekend.
We go out, we are waiting for in the room of "surprises".
We enter, a double bed in the middle of the room lighted only by a lighthouse, dark around.
You sit excited dreaming the unknown experience that you are going to live with me, confident that I will maintain the limits you impose.
Two unknown hands blindfold you blocking the curiosity to see, you lie supine, silence, wait.
Other hands simultaneously grasp wrists and ankles and tie them to the rings placed at the corners of the bed.
You try to rebel, you don't like to be tied up, but it's too late.
You realize that I will not be next to you, you are alone with your body offered to the unknown, you protest that these were not the agreements, silence.
A tongue begins to lick your breasts, nipples react
immediately swelling turgid and hard, despite your protests.
It rises to your lips, the kiss is long sweet exciting, you recognize that the tongue is not mine, you want to stop, you turn your head refusing to continue.
A second tongue makes its way between your thighs and reaches the labia majora.
A moment of anger and shouting reiterate the agreements between us: no strangers, just the two of us.
You feel betrayed, you call me, you want explanations you order me to respect your will and your identity as a woman.
I don't answer you.
Two hands that you recognize as big, strong and masculine grab your nipples and squeeze them, screaming in pain.
You hate pain.
My voice is a whisper in your ear:
- I found out that you have been cheating on me for six months with your colleague of work and to him you have allowed yourself totally without limits or prohibitions things that you have never done with me.
Now you pay the consequences.
You deny, you scream, you cry, you get agitated you want to flee, you beg to forgive yourself.
I turn on the camera and your punishment begins.
Step One: Pain
A violent blow on the stomach first silences you then the scream of pain.
The second blow comes unexpectedly on the breast, another scream.
The whip leaves red marks on your white skin and the twisted nails tear off small flaps.
Third blow tears your left armpit, the fourth the right.
The fifth blow is on the left thigh, the next on the right one, then calves and feet.
You cry and scream without restraint.
I leave you time to calm down, to delude yourself that it's all over.
The whip resumes its work with more strength and malice, it hits everywhere disfiguring that body of which you went so much proud and proud, you faint again.
Rise screaming in pain, ask for mercy; you don't deserve it.
You are untied and turned on your stomach, wrists and ankles tied again, you try to rebel without success, you call me ask for mercy again, you plead like you never did.
The whip resumes its work this time starting from the shoulders.
The screams accompany every whipping especially when it lingers long and cruel on your buttocks erasing all shape and consistency.
Once the work of the whip is finished, they untie you and two pitiful hands sprinkle your helpless body with a healing and anesthetizing cream to relieve past and future pain.
The bed is cleaned covered with a plastic sheet and you tied supine again.
Silence exhausted by pain, without strength, humiliated in body and soul.
You seek me, you beg me to forgive you, that it will not happen again, that you have repented, that you will be faithful and mine alone forever.
You gasp at my words in your ear:
- Vain promises I do not believe you, your colleague was not the only one.
At the beach last summer the lifeguard of the establishment enjoyed for 15 days your ass (forbidden to me) and in the evening you were always too tired for our sex.
Did you think I didn't know? That I hadn't noticed?
You are a false and lying whore and you will be punished as you deserve.
Step Two: Devastation
One hand grabs the left nipple and pulls, you do not have time to react to the pain that a red-hot pinand pierces from side to side your breasts at the base of the nipple.
You scream cursing me, you have realized that your body will no longer be what it was before.
Second pin perpendicular to the first to form a cross, and a third pierces burning the milk duct and penetrates into depth in the udder glands destroing forever your ability to breastfeed.
The right breast has the same fate.
A rope is tightened at the junction of the breasts until they turn into two purple balls.
Tears flow profusely down your unstoppable cheeks, sobs you twist you curse me, beg for mercy.
I look at you and smile thinking about what awaits you.
The unknown hands continue taking care of the clitoris, grab it, pull it and pierce it with two red-hot needles to form a cross and a third penetrates it from the tip burning the nerve endings of pleasure.
You faint.
You are helpless, ready for vaginal treatment.
An inflatable plug is inserted into your vagina and filled to the maximum with boiling steam.
In addition to the extreme dilation that tears the skin and external vaginal muscles, the strong heat burns the nerve endings, you will never feel pleasure again.
Your bladder does not resist and expels urine that wets the bed.
The acrid smell of sweat mixed with blood and urine floods the room.
You are untied, turned and tied up again.
Your anus is there, exposed and ready for step three.
Step Three: Destruction
An enema cannula is inserted into your rectum and filled with 2 liters of a thick, acidic, hot oily liquid.
I do not know the composition, people explained to me that it causes strong contractions, so strong that the smooth muscles contract to such an extent that it tears the bonds between cell and cell, leaving the intestinal wall completely prolapsed.
As soon as the "enema" begins you wake up from your torpor and an inhuman scream comes out of your mouth, you faint again.
After the operation the cannula is replaced with a second inflatable plug and enlarged until it tears the muscles of your
precious ass, it will never close.
I look at you, nothing anymore of the beautiful sweet and feminine woman I was in love with, there is only a battered body and undone.
Step Four: Your new life
You will be forced for life to wear containment diapers for
feces and urine, you will no longer feel any stimulus nor sexual pleasure but this is not a problem, no man will ever again have the desire to possess you.
I leave the room, leaving you to the fate that awaits you: slave in an exclusive club for depraved torturers to whom I sold you.
As agreed, before being delivered you will be subjected to further "care" ordered by your new owner.
They will insert rings on your nipples and clitoris, remove your labia minora and you will be marked with the word "slave" on your forehead.
All this will be made without anesthesia and will be filmed and sold on the Internet.
Like today's video.
No one will find you anymore, you will disappear forever and you will enjoy endless torture, humiliation and amputations to death.
I think back to my friends, your colleague and the lifeguard, who were happy to make you capitulate to give me the excuse to torture you and sell you.
I pay for the week of "care" to which you will be subjected and I leave.
At home a new woman/prey is waiting for me, I already know to whom to sell her to the next anniversary.
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