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Dom/Sadistic script

May 7th, 2011
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  1. There's a hand gripping your hair, hard. It's pulling you upright, shoving your gaze up into his own. Your knees buckle, nearly falling to the ground from the sheer fear of what you have gotten yourself into. The collar placed around your neck is metal, still cold, a physical reminder of the place you have submitted to. His lips turn upwards in a smirk, a deep gutteral growl of satisfaction meeting your ears as his eyes scale down across the subserviant outfit you had donned for him, a meager scrap of leather concealing your nipples and cunt, wrapping around your waist, your hips... just at the right points to anchor a rope or grasp to control the wearer.
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  3. You're dragged mercilessly by your hair, your feet struggling to keep up with his pace as he makes his way to a bedroom of sorts. Instinctively you shy away from the man as his hand grasps your neck, bringing a harsh tightening around your throat in response to your sheepish behavior. You gasp, dizzied, panting as his grip is loosened.
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  5. He pushes you over the edge of the bed, your thong-clad ass raised, his rough palm squeezing and clawing into your flesh hungrily. He whispers into your ear, asking how far you think he can push you. Before you can whimper a reply, you feel his teeth sinking into your neck, and a sharp smack on your thighs from his open palm. The sudden, intense pain sends you into an almost trancelike state as your lips part in pained cries, your muscles twitching, your intimate flesh aroused from your masochistic lusting. Your natural instinct to avoid pain, to avoid hurt, is silenced and met with breathy whispers to your master of "don't stop". His hand connects with your other thigh, leaving a welt in the shape of his palm. You jump, you scream, panting and writhing beneath him. He releases his bite from your neck, leaning back to inspect the markings left upon your flesh.
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  7. You're aching, begging, pleading for more. Instead, with a final sharp smack upon your leather-clad cunt, he leaves... your body vulnerable, pink, and bruised.
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