The first time I drew blood, I admit, it turned me the fuck on. Over time, I had to master the severity of how hard I came down on their flesh so I wouldn’t turn their skin into ground-up hamburger meat.
I don't hate women, and I never abuse them. This was all a sexual addiction. I had a severe fetish, which included heavy BDSM. It is a part of who I am, and the monster inside needs to be released, or else the violence will erupt elsewhere in my life. I am a sadist.
I was upfront and honest with all the women I dated and the whores I paid. I always let them know what to expect. I never engaged in aftercare with them once the session was over.
All the paid whores left with a fatter wallet. If the session was with a woman I dated, I never cuddled them or made them feel better. If they bled, I bandaged them up and called them an Uber.
That's all the aftercare I could muster. I didn't give a shit. They always had an out if they reconsidered. I will also be upfront with my pet. To avoid more tantrums, I want her to know what to expect. If she is going to get her ass whipped, she is going to know about it.
I would have to take it slow with the dark-haired princess lying in my bed.Destroyingher is not the goal here.
I looked at her. She is still whimpering. I crawled into the bed and pulled her to my chest. She resisted,but I warned her with a slap on her sore bottom. She yelped and immediately stopped trying to resist.
My voice was low and calm.
“Maybe this will be good advice for you, pet. You may as well try to get used to your fate. Instead of fighting me, maybe you should do as you’re told. Perhaps it may be more pleasurable for you that way.”
She was sobbing against my chest, leaving a trail of wet tears in the tufts of my hair. I stroked the top of her head, trying to soothe her.
I kept her wrapped in the blanket because she was naked, and the temperature was a cool sixty-five degrees. The colder, the better for me. Her room has a separate thermostat, so she can leave it at any temperature she chooses unless she does something that merits discipline.
I may use the temperature in her room as one of her punishments. It all depends on how severe the behavior is. When I administer a punishment, it isn’t just a spanking that’s involved.
There is a lot of humiliation thrown into the mix. I find this a much more preferred method than beating someone into submission. Don’t get me wrong; I am going to love putting marks on her ass; that comes from the dark, twisted part of me, but being spanked isn't the only choice of discipline. I use it for sexual gratification, too.
She will have to be conditioned for both. I will teach her how to tolerate a whipping without playing with her pleasure center. I will ensure she never enjoys just the strap or the whip alone. Using pleasure along with the belt or a flogger has a different effect on the body, which is addicting, and that is the goal I am aiming for.
I continued massaging her scalp firmly, but gently. Wrapped in that blanket, she was throwing off some serious body heat. I felt like a piece of molten lava as she rested against me. I don’t mind, though. She needs this reassurance after such a harsh punishment. My cock always perks up around her, but I kept my mind off the pleasurable parts of her anatomy and focused on calming her down.
I need to lull her to sleep to get some rest myself. Using the syringe to knock her out wasn't something I wanted to do. I would rather deal with her awake and alert.
After about twenty minutes, the sobs stopped. I can feel her breath against my chest. She was finally out. I don’t particularly like sleeping with anyone, but this girl was an exception to the rule. Now that she was settled in for the night, I closed my eyes and fell into a dreamless slumber.
Atlas
A movement in the bed woke me up. I looked down and saw my little prisoner resting her head on my stomach. I wondered why she moved her head so far down from my chest.
A few inches lower, and she'd be resting on my cock. I imagined how it would feel to fuck her throat, then I smirked.
There is no way in hell I would stick my dick in her mouth right now. She would probably bite it off!
The girl is not too happy with me, so the blow job can go on the back burner. I laughed to myself.
I’m not that desperate to skullfuck her.
I gently lifted her head off my stomach and slid out of bed. She is lying on her side, most likely becauseof the spanking. I feel indifferent either way. In my opinion, she deserved it. I pulled the blanket over her again, tucking the sides snugly under her slight frame.
I need to get ready. I have to get her settled in her room for when the doctor gets here with the tracker and the birth control. My medical team consists of a doctor and an RN. They are both on the bankroll for personal use and to treat employees who need medical attention.
Things can get dicey in this business, so we like to lie low and stay out of the public eye. Sometimes, we end up freeing a few hostages from an assignment, and we'll have the doctor examine them before shipping the lot of them off.
I don’t get into the rescue portion of the trafficked women and young girls. My job is to remove the target, and then Social Services or some other nonprofit agency takes over. I am not interested in getting that deep into the missions.
I look at my drug of choice. My fucking liquid heroin. She is still sound asleep. There is nowhere for her to run if she wakes up while I get ready.
She can’t escape from the room, and her feet are practically useless right now, so I feel okay leaving her without supervision while I start my morning routine.
I entered the bathroom and jumped into the shower. The cool water felt good on my sweaty body. Even with the room's cool temperature, I was still warm. I guess I am hot-blooded.
