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Playing With the Sadist.

They met only because they were looking for each other. That’s just flowery way of saying that they met online. A lot of people say these days that they miss seeing a person across a crowded room and being able to approach them without seeming like a creep. Maybe that takes something away from the experience.
On the other hand, people tend to have so many specific needs from their partners that being able to put them out there before committing to even a conversation really does seem like the smarter approach.
Regardless, Miss Quaali Lilith Hameed , 36, and Mr. Samuel Chopra, 43, had some rather specific needs and frequently found their love-interests online.

The two communicated somewhat extensively over a host of topics including alternate sexualities which they both admitted to possessing. He enjoyed hurting women, he had told her. And she enjoyed being “brutally” tortured.
“You have to be careful in such situations,” she wrote him, “It’s so hard to know whom to trust especially when the hormones factor into the decision…even though it’s always been fine you just never know.”
“I’d want you to take your time,” he had replied, “It’s important that you feel safe.”
In about a week they decided that it was time to meet. They would have an early meal at an outdoor café and if things felt comfortable they would go back to his place. She had a roommate she had told him earlier who wouldn’t appreciate the sounds of her crying and screaming.
She was slightly nervous, but she shaved her legs.

They liked each other just enough to be able to get through the meal.
It wasn’t that they weren’t interested in taking things further but that neither of them had been particularly interested in having that dinner. Some people date for relationships, others date for just the sexual activities. In case of the latter the dating is a more upfront and honest vetting process for the possibility of forty minutes to thirty-six hours of pleasure to come.
And the two of them were ready to skip to thepleasure-round.
On the way to his place she reminded him that she needed a safeword to play, and that was a nonnegotiable clause for her. He told her he understood and asked what safeword she’d like to use.
“Jack the Ripper,” she said, “that’s what I always use.”
He laughed as he pulled into the driveway.

Once they were in his house, his demeanor changed completely. He abandoned all politesse and ordered her onto her knees. She gave him a deep stare before she lowered her eye brows and then herself onto her knees. He walked to her and stroked her hair lovingly; like an adorable little puppy. And then he slapped her hard against her cheek. He cupped her chin between his palm and slapped again. And again. She inhaled sharply with each blow until her eyes were misty and the mascara started to run down her face. He lifted her up by her hair.
“Take off your dress,” he said to her.
She fumbled over the straps by had them undone in a few moments. He dragged her past the kitchen to his bedroom and dropped her on the rug. He sat down on his bed.
“Take it all off,” he said looking her, “Now.”

She gazed at him again just like she had before and then stood up.
She slipped out of her panties and unhooked her bra. She stood there in front of him, completely naked as he sat there and watched her. She looked him in the eyes and smiled.
“What now?” she asked, parting her legs and pushing her hip out in one direction.
“Now,” he said getting up and coming close to her, “I beat the fuck out of you.”
He positioned her against the closet; standing up with her arms against the wooden surface.
He retreated to a smaller cabinet on the side and returned with a bullwhip.

A few hours later his arm was tired and her entire body was lined with welts. Her eyes, surprisingly, were dry even as she lay in a heap on the floor. He went to her and lifted her into his arms. She pulled away.
“You didn’t even have to Jack the Ripper,” he said in a pseudo-soothing tone.
“May I go get some water?” she asked her gaze affixed to his eyes, completely unaware of his words.
“I can get it for you…” he said.
“No it’s fine,” she said getting to her feet, and walked out the door.

When she came back she was wearing her dress, her bag was on her shoulder and her hair were tied up loosely on the top of her head. She was holding a half-empty bottle of water.
“Thought you might like some,” she said offering it to him as she set her bag down on the floor.
“How thoughtful,” he said grinning as he took it from her and took a big gulp. She lay down with him on his bed and within a matter of minutes he was asleep.

When he woke up he was tied to all ends of his bed and his mouth was filled with what felt like cloth and taped shut. He was drowsy and confused.
She was standing over him and sprinkling water onto his face.

“I’m sorry I had to drug you,” she said smiling, “It’s just you’re so much bigger than me and I couldn’t risk being attacked.
He looked at her and shook as much of his body as he could which was not a lot and thrashed against his own bed.
“Yes,” she said mimicking his muffled screams, “I’m sure you have a lot of questions and unfortunately I don’t have the time to answer any of them. I won’t torture you though, I’m not like you guys.”
She walked to her bag and pulled out a syringe and a small glass container. She filled the syringe with the clear liquid and walked towards his bedside.
“Sorry, It’s not a fresh needle,” she said holding him tightly by the arms as he tried to move and piercing into his skin, “But..that really shouldn’t be a problem for you anymore.”

She watched as he started to turn blue, and his eyes started to flutter uncontrollably. She studied her watch and made notes in a little notebook she pulled out of her bag.
Once she stopped writing she moved towards him again and began to remove the duct tape. He had barely enough life left in him to keep his eyes open let alone shout for help.
She used her pen to pull out the scraps of cloth from his mouth.
“I did everything right,” he said in a slow labored whisper his eyes closing.
“But everything you do is wrong,” she said moving away from his mouth and walking towards the door, “Oh, and I’m keeping the whip.”

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About ancilla9876

I'm a young, female, Indian submissive and masochist. I am many other things, of course. But this blog mostly deals with the contents of my lede sentence.

2 responses to “Playing With the Sadist.

  1. morpheus ⋅

    why was in the needle?was she just looking for someone to experiment or it was a kind of revenge for hurting her?

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