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Invisible Lines

Things that go black and white shouldn't be just in comic books or a specific time in a timeline where we all fall to be forgotten. We are programmed within our society to be what we all loath. Perfection. Normality. Falling within the structures of a boundary where it is okay to fail however it is forbidden to stand out.

That's how I met him.

No. No. No. That's how I came to loath him from a distance yet here I was watching the way he behaved in front of others. Distance was key but the lines that hid beneath his personality were what grabbed me.

Ever try to find that perfect person who just light the veins of blood on fire? What about that one perfect stranger you run into and you suddenly wanna rip off their clothes? It's not about wanting a relationship or anything from the person, no promises, no personal information. Just a heated passion and a set of wet panties with hot sex.

Well, if you haven't found that person. Be jealous. I guess you can say we had more than hot sex but easily something primal. Predator and prey. I remember the tiny drops of sweat coalesced down every and any curve of my body. The way my chest rose and fell each time. Yes, It wasn't just one time. It became every time I saw him. Every time I heard his voice it made my heart quickly rise and pound against that cage underneath my flesh, every bit of me just wanted him to carve me up.

There were many nights where I spent the evenings building anger towards this guy. Easy fuck was the usual topic when gossip came and rotated around him. That's how I came with the most hated nickname for him, "Pussy Boi."

Let me not get ahead of myself. Let me rewind just a little and start with the first time I masturbated at the thought of him. Using my fingers and silicon fake cock to deliver the pleasure as I worshiped him firstly in my mind. How can I betray myself to find that form of pleasure? I'll tell you how, I got to know him. It wasn't sexual at first.

"Pussy Boi..."

Eyes Like Yours

Ever see your position in someone's entertainment? Ever heard of collecting love letters? Maybe more than that? Orgasms? Something that at any rate makes the dirty side of a person, well.. Interesting?

Here was how that happened. That fantasy:

"No Mistah, Please, don't stop! Don't stop this time.... More.... More.... I need more.... Please Mistah..... I'm ..... I'm ......" My mouth opened in a silent scream as I came, my very creamy cum flooding around the thick dildo that I had been busy pounding deep and hard as I possibly could into my needy soaked slit. The silence of my orgasm seemed to echo off the walls louder then my screams had been moments before.

"Wow Puddin',... You really are a nasty depraved little slut aren't you? How many times is that this week, even just today that you've made yourself cum? Even with your 'Mistah' making you cum every day is not enough, is it? How could anyone possibly love such a filthy whore that wants..."

"Shut up" I screamed inside my head, knowing that I'd die from shame if the voice kept talking. I knew it would keep describing the things I knew I shouldn't want; those deep dark desires I could never reveal to anyone. No one could know or they would know just how shameful and filthy I truly was.

I could never find the perfect one to feast on my desires and do what many could not. Pulling the dildo out of my still throbbing pussy closing my eyes in shame, a tear leaking down my cheek even as I lifted the rubber phallus and began licking away the hateful evidence of my overwhelming desire, desperately trying to ignore the thrill of arousal that my own actions continued to send through my body.

"Only because he doesn't know..." The voice began to whisper in my ear.

My Favorite Little Psycho

Let me share my little experience with you. See it through my eyes and take my pleasure:

He was everything I had ever wanted, and far more than I could ever have hoped to have. But here he was and he was mine.

--She wanted to literally be on her knees and serve him. True slave worship. Something she never really offered because many were undeserving. Yet there he was doing everything just right.

It wasn't simple possession. It was much more. She wanted him in ways people would never understand.

"My Favorite Little Psycho." He once told her.

She wanted him in ways people would never understand. It wasn't just a simple obsession. It was simply much more. The day she had submitted to him the for first time, he enjoyed not only the display but the way her scent was changing with the arousal he simply had caused. The battle was never for him in fact the feeling was in her. To fight every urge for the control he was stripping her of and soothe that ache to want to kiss him. Yet she was standing in front of the one she called "Sir." This urge to challenge him was a different form of drowning. --

Drowning was really a dull word. Perhaps the fact I needed to feel what it was like being more then raped, strangled and close to death. That was what it was like to be totally dominated. I believed he could do that without being disappointed. I needed a death wish.

--That first night had several black rose petals before the most important object had been hung around her neck. A collar of gold with the word, 'Puddin.' It was heavy but fitting quite snug yet even that was just the beginning.

Glows of three flames were purple and green yet she had focused on the blood that had been served for her. The deal was as it was and he had enjoyed using his claws to slap her across the face. It made her laugh and it made her want more. Tighten that leash if you please. Pain was never a weakness, pain was the root to allowing you the knowledge of being alive. That's what she was. Alive. However even this man had a little trick up his sleeve for the little gift he had used on her neck.

"Puddin.." She whined.

Testing her antsy side and obedience. She needed to show him who the boss was.

"Puddin.." She questioned.

Then came the sudden realization that through this banter he had pierced a razor sharp edged knife through her flesh. This was more than music.

"Show me what pain is Mistah, Please." She begged. "Please.. Break me."

The night ticked and the clock tock'ed. Several knives of his were used on her flesh forcing her to bleed as he pressed her chest to his. Finding that healthiest vein in her neck with the flick of his serpent's tongue. He feasted on her sweet, sweet wine.

"Aw...do ya hear that? My Puddin's laughing!" She pressed her thighs together, fingers twitching as she tried to curl them only causing the flesh of her hands and her muscle tissue to tear. Sweet .. fucking.. hell. Her moans grew louder as she tried to untense but that was too hard. Tears forming as she tried to blink back, "OHMIGODOHMIGODOHMIGOD" She squealed in both joy and pain the way Harley Quinn did. "Play nice with yer new chew toy!" She moaned out hoping to coax out a new punishment.

Punishment he found in creative ways. Small needles formed from the collar like barbed wire scraping against her skin. Digging in even as he had swiped his claws across her pussy destroying what she was worth.

"Puddin.." The word soft, cherishing, in favor of full adoration. --

This was what I needed. That death wish. That loss of blood and simple adoration. It was our own way of being insane and crazy all the same. Was that too much to be asking for in my position? I couldn't prance him about just yet. I couldn't let this simple enslavement fade.

-- "Eat yer heart out!" She hissed as she was served for him on a silver platter and his teeth sunk into her breast. She arched up again being played like a puppet and violin all the same. Her lip trembled as she came crashing down, mind; fragile or not.. this was the time to take everything from her and shatter her. The moans that followed as she was being toyed with her sensitive button. She was still alive.. Only just.

"HAHA - OW!" She squealed as she was toyed with, what a dirty dirty demon she had before her. Those were just words to toy with him as he made his way down her very front. Between the blades and the collar that was latching to her flesh. She really was pushing it. Clenching her jaw, she prepared to die for him, would he ask her to live?

Allow her to die.

Her orgasm had finally spasmed through her entire body. Her blood turning cold. Torn down to be owned.--

As you can see. This 'God' that I had come to know, had just began to change my experiences. It wasn't just in novels anymore or secret little fantasies. I bet that's what you're here for a fantasy, I'll tell you one more if you kill me slowly.

Royal Diamonds

I've made a lot of different forms of entry for this story, all in which in one form or another has allowed me the privilege to share quite a few erotic manners of what ecstasy is. However I think I should introduce myself just a little, I'm known as Driana. Driana Le Souris.

A fine diamond with a silver shine. Standing no taller than 5'2" with the perfect perky large breasts. A tight ass and short shoulder length, wavy, black hair with purple strands. I normally wear leather pants with a leather type of crop top that just clung to the massive load of tits.

Pretty unaveraged woman at times until that cocky little attitude of mine came out to play. The way every step went from one foot to another with taunting and teasing formation that only held promise of a lot of deals with the devil. Lets just say my time in hell has earned me the right to a v.i.p. Seating. Until.. I made that specific deal with the devil himself. He's obviously the one easing the torment within my own soul and taking these unpredicting sexual encounters in a way that have yet to be met by others.

His name is Colt. Colt Od Vraga. A deer upon the human land as to where in the underworld he was a demon king himself. The mighty have fallen. He was built on the slender side, having the muscle where it counted and the personality of a soldier. A broken minded soldier.

The tours served alone between the human world and the world of the underground can never be kept dirty or clean. It was better off dirty. From one moment to the next I struggled to be calm and then suddenly, I had to do it.

I often find myself quickly pausing my shows or dropping what I was in the middle of doing just to rush into the only room I could get a few moments of privacy. I always rushed to the bathroom and slam the door with a fast lock in place. I could never hold back those tensed pants that left my lips. It's as if I was being chase by a demon. Except my demon always caught me. It wasn't just the voices that I had to deal with constantly or my shame. It was the one that I was so willing to be a slave for.

How could someone of my class not understand what always came over me. I never felt calm and content until I was in his arms. There was a time where I could daydream of a strong male to hold me from behind soothing. The man often feeding this was who better then my ultimate crush, Rocky.

Rocky didn't visit my daydreams anymore. It was like my entire perspective thinking had been overwritten to be molded as a slave. My demon was my personal god.

There are times where I wonder if he could be romantic, touch my flesh ever so lightly and whisper the sweet things I wish he would say. Daydreams were poison. My imagination always knew how to run wild.

I can't tame these moments. Here I was in this room with the small four walls closing in on me. I could never control what was flashing through my mind, currently a time we recently shared. My blood thickened over the memory and the daydream. It had started in the bedroom and on this specific day the rain was running heavier than ever. The water that ran down just seemed to flow and the only thing that was attractive in my God, was the way his clenched jaw was.

I was soon standing outside in nothing more than in wet panties with his hands on my cheeks. Lips against lips and the erotic dance that only passion could be shared. Where there was no need for words. It was exactly like the movies.. yet..

The kisses soon became vicious love bites, the gentle touch I had been wanting changed at a demanding speed. Every touch he granted over my curved body was full of aggressiveness and despite my daydreams or desires I wanted more of his touch.

The best way to ever worship any man was usually granting him sileence, but he wasn't just a man, he was a god. A god was best served by being on the knees. Instead of it happening the way it did in the privacy of our quarters; I was on my knees in the rain. Pulling down his pants as I unfastened his belt with nothing more than my mouth. My tongue licked over the leather belt using every bit of my teeth to tug until it was free. Hands groping his pants yanking fully as I brought my gaze up to his with the water running down every line on my face.

His cock never failed me in being hard and proud. A loyal servant to worship every night if he all but asked. Flicking my tongue across his cocks very tip, swirling upon the meatus in slow circles. Using the edges of my tongue to curve over the little hole on the tip applying just enough pressure to coarse a mixture of pleasure. Warmth from my breaths and the coolness of the air. The best combination.

I loved to tease but how could I do that when my plump lips were aching to wrap around that fantastic fat fuck stick. I did right then engulf the tip of his cock with that trapped warmth, bobbing my head up and down slowly as I caressed my fingertips down his thighs.

Every sinking motion of my mouth had his cock going deeper and deeper until my nose was buried against his crotch. Only lifting my head up an inch or two long enough to let the coolness engulf around the base of his cock. I was hard to sate at times and right now that God's hunk of meat was all mine. I can barely contain my own excitement.

My big tits were pressed up between my arms collecting water as it was running down. Leaning forward on his cock with my lips pushing back down those inches and my ass perked up. If I could have this laying down, I was relatively positive that my double D tits would be slapping against his thighs. My nipples were hard from the coldness and the arousal.

I could feel and see his abdominal area flex, wrapping my index finger and thumb around his cocks girth working my mouth up and down faster than the pace I had set. He was one really lucky son of a bitch, I could tell he was enjoying himself. The rain didn't matter anymore and his head had fallen backwards against his own shoulders. I can't see his face anymore. The rain helped making it easier to blow him, I spat on his cock with that goo like saliva I had gathered. It mixed differently with both the water and my mouth. It made his cock all the more slippery wet.

Face fucking him with everything that I could. Over and over until I forced myself to gag around his cock. My tongue flicked over in such a gentle caress that there was no hope in trying to please him. I slid my hand up his wet thigh sinking in my nails as I pulled him closer. Leaning my weight up on my knees I cupped both my tits around his cock making the rain pooling over her arms spilling to join the mud.

If it couldn't get any more sloppier there had to be some mistake. Making all the moans and sloppy noises in eagerness to please him. Clenching my throat as I kept his cock prisoner only then did I stop leaving him on that edge with his cock pulsing and the veins engorged. This God of mine, I wanted him to beg, I needed to beg. Would he for me?

This version of my daydream and the wetness was far better. It wasn't like the actual event. He had his fingers in my well fluffed hair tugging my head back and destroying me with his powerful thrusts. It wasn't me face fucking him but him face fucking me. I had used his own prostate against him to make him cum.

Looking in the bathroom I sank slowly down onto the floor. I hadn't bothered to try to remove any of my clothing. Hand inside of my panties as I rubbed my clit hard and fast clenching my toes as I was panting. Why did he do this to me, I knew he was close, he would be here to punish me for touching myself and denying him the pleasure of my own orgasm. Denying him the sight of pleasure. Denying him the sight of me touching myself. I didn't sink my fingers into my pussy just yet. I yearned for it.

"Did I say you could touch yourself?" Came the snarl on the other side of the door. I was caught. Every bit of my blood ran cold and I was afraid to move.

A Licentious Touch

There were times when I'd come home just to find her kneeling naked on the floor. She always had the patience to wait no matter how late the hour. Even when she was wiggling about getting those antsy feelings to fidget. I could tell by the way the strands of hair were loose and not slicked up with the rest of her hair. It brought the curve of her neck to be quite the invitation.

My mouth was watering as I lingered. That image was still burning in my mind. One can ever realize how much a position like that can hold a level of seduction. It wasn't always about the abuse or the intimacy. It was what highlighted our bond.

"Mistah's little slave is here to serve him."

She had yet to raise her gaze, it was easy to tell that she was staring at my shoes, spying the dirt from the day's work. "Make yourself useful." Not having to wait long she bent forward and kissed my boots before taking them off. It was no secret she was always obedient to me.

Throughout our intimate nights I always saw different sides of her. She was my nearly insatiable little slut. What surprised me more was how she kept things interesting, never a dull moment with her. Tonight I needed something differently. I needed her hand and not her submission.

"Not tonight, Mistress."

The words did all the work where her gaze was now on mine. I felt the sudden urge to beg for her to play. Patience was never a good habit for me. It wasn't some kind of joke and I could see how easily her posture changed and the way her confidence broke against that pretty face. My palms began sweating the second her dark aura took over hiding away that submissive little bitch.

I got lost in my thoughts that the firm slap across my face stung and I was bulging hard. Clenching my jaw as I blinked trying to gather my pathetic focus. "We haven't even begun and you're already bored with me."

"N-no Ma'am." That was the second mistake I had done so far. I should've known by now given my past history with her, that she deserved my very best. I had failed. Her cold fingers curled against my jawline with a firm yank, and commenting; "I hope you won't be as useless the rest of the evening or I'll put that fake dick of mine to use." That irritated me. Her orgasms should be mine. Her moans even more mine.

I had failed to answer. The mistakes were being piled on. Even the snaps of her fingers and the second slap came harder than the first. I could taste the blood in my mouth. I had managed to irritate and piss her off. "Get in uniform."

I thought at first that she had meant for me to only wear my work pants and nothing else. No shirt. Muscles exposed like the eye candy she enjoyed. "No. Not that uniform."

"Which would you like, Mistress?" This was new. I never had any other uniform unless it was the ones she placed on me. The suit when it was time to play and the bridle that was only done once. I feared for a moment she meant just my collar and leash like the moment she 'walked' me around in public promising me to every women on the block. I hated this. This.. This.. Insecurity.

"Must I do everything?" She placed her hand on my cock and gave it a rough pulling tug. She dragged me all the way to the bedroom only to find out that there was the familiar cage cock and besides it was a little apron that was obviously meant for humiliation, I couldn't help but scoff; "You're joking right?"

I really did ask for it then. Her hand was on the back of my neck pushing me forward like a punished dog busting my nose on the wooden bed frame. She was going to make me clean that later. "Pay attention and don't complicate things. This isn't rocket science, you know." I heard the click next and my cock was bent in half all stuffed up in that tiny cage, straining and making it far too uncomfortable.

I had to blink back the pain from my broken nose and I was making a bigger mess on myself; forced to be careful that I didn't get any blood on her. I automatically brought my gaze down to the floor as I took that pink apron tying it around my waist. The apron was dainty compared to how it would look on her. I was sure that it belonged to her because it had the iron creases of time and it was well cared for. I had caught myself looking in the mirror noticing that the strings of the apron were dangling between my ass cheeks and it made me look like a sissy. My cheeks were insantly engulfed with embarrassment. I thought that was a mistake but she never did make such mistakes when she was in charge.

How could she do this to me? I was raging hard and killing myself to remain under her spell. My cock had a very sticky drop hanging from it bulbous tip. I was humiliated. I was beyond turned on.

"Yes Mistress." I gulped softly trying to swallow the mouthful of blood. It was then that I noticed the binds on the bed and the platter of whip cream and strawberries. She had the night planned except for when the roles were reversed. I stole that moment from her.

"Now you know what you gave up." I watched the way she bent over the platter. Showing off her well trimmed pussy and the way her calves looked. I groaned softly at the sight and pre spurted over my folded cock making it pulse.

I stared for far too long and she had soon been standing in front of me with two of the strawberries. "Oh pussy boi, you're drooling. What's the matter? Don't trust yourself to swallow?" Her lips had parted just barely biting into one of the strawberries. The way a drop of that strawberry juice rolled down the corner of her mouth and the curve of her neck made me groan. I wanted to lean even closer and lick it away but there it was. Her gorgeous neck. The way she was poised and delicate. For once I began to regret my needs.

I needed a taste of her veins. I was practically fighting a war within myself.

She slapped my mouth again, "Open." The command made me nervous. Swallowing quickly I followed her instructions precisely and that cruel bitch placed the strawberry between my teeth. I couldn't bite it. I had to hold it in place until she said otherwise.

"Afraid you'll bite that juicy strawberry? I know, baby. It's such a delicate thing to hold between your teeth, but Mistress put it there for safekeeping." She mused with a caress of her pink tongue going across her upper lip.

The seconds began to tick into a long minute. I was afraid to move. I couldn't begin any attempt to swallow in fear of damaging her precious strawberry. Her hand began caressing and fondling my cock. Her touch was always soft and gentle making my dick throb and stress against this horrible cage.

"Your cock feels amazing baby.. So rock hard and hungry for my pussy." Her voice was a sweet melody. "Seeing you like this just makes me wet, baby. Crazy fucking wet. I want to fuck you so badly, pussy boi. I bet you like that. Like the idea of my tight pussy around your fuckstick." Emphasizing the word FuckStick.

"You must realize by now that this strawberry is a mercy. A gagging mercy." That was when her hands had finally stopped touching me and I had to follow her out of the room. I kept my gaze down on the floor knowing better than to watch her ass sway back and forth. I grew curious as to where she was going to take me.

I hoped she wouldn't catch me. I just had to take a look at that sweet ass of hers. I stumbled over my own feet shoving her forward as I tried to catch myself. Fuck. My punishment would be a one hour session of pleasing her without the opportunity to orgasm myself, having to wait several hours with a massive stiff cock and bursting blue balls. I didn't bother trying to apologize. If I did I would bite the strawberry or worse, drop it.

My eyes dropped to the floor in shame. I couldn't believe how stupid I was. She turned around easily cornering me to the wall as she pitched up her leg up against the wall. "Foolish of you." I wanted to apologize and hope to get in her good gracious. I was expecting the punishment she always gave but this time it was different.

Her pussy pushed down on my caged cock. I could tell she was tight. I wondered if she did certain exercises or what to be this tight. Her hands were placed on my own keeping me pinned. She fucked herself on my cock and I never knew what was real torture until she did this. Her pussy slowly slammed down, I could tell she was really enjoying herself, the way her moans grew and she never wavered her eyes away. I wanted to buck up and grab her hips slamming her down. I wanted to beg her for more mercy.

She knew that my cock would respond and bulge against the cage really making it engorge to the point that I could feel the cage cutting up the tender flesh by forcing the piercings to sink deeper. I groaned and shoved my hips forward going deeper into her cunt if I could but she pulled away just in time.

"Did I say you could do that?" She laughed and spat in my face walking away as I was forced to gather myself and walk behind her. The games had truly begun now.

Written in Water

The wild look in her eyes told me she was up to no good. Her cheeks were flushed and the glassy look in her eyes flashed with arousal. It wasn't the first time I caught that look on her. The night that I caught her in the bathroom was no different. When would she honestly learn?

I came home after a long day at work and was in a bad mood. "What are you doing?" I asked quietly, the guilt spread across the details of her face. I didn't need an explanation, what I needed was for her to say it out loud.

"I was watching television." That was a measly attempt to try to make it go away. I walked around her shutting the front door. "Is that all? Did you touch yourself again Driana?" I had to remain calm.

"No Sir."

"Did you use a toy today?"

"No Sir."

The backhanded slap echoed within the four walls of the living room. "Do not lie to me! I can see it across your face and smell you." I stepped so close to her that my hot breath caressed her face. "Now answer me again and Driana.. I suggest you watch your tongue this time." Her bottom lip was trembling and she was holding her cheek not bothering to wipe away the blood that had spilled from her nose.

"Yes Sir, I touched myself. I used the new purple g-spot tickler." She whispered. The tears had formed and she struggled to keep them back. "When will you stop being a fucking disappointment?" A rhetorical question I expected no answer for.

I didn't move until she looked at me, really looked at me. I could tell the pain was worse inside her then the mark I had left on her face. She knew that she had really disappointed me. Every expression crossed her features and I knew, she was broken. All I could do was weep with her in silence.

"Please.. Don't leave me."