Masquerade of Depravity

Come what may..

by harlots on Dec.09, 2009, under Master, Need, Tease, Us three

There is this point, this point of acknowledgment between me and them, a unspoken word, a action that in that moment I know I am going to be pushed till I can take no more. Till I am crying and trying to scramble away from them, fighting them and wanting to escape from the pleasure that seems to cut like a knife, yet sends every part of me on fire.  Needing to fight away from their fingers, and their cocks, as they push me further and further forcing orgasm after orgasm from me, till tears stream down my face an I beg …no more, and in that instance in that very second I know that is what I want that is what I need I need that moment, I need to be pushed I need to feel alone and scared and, for that short while to not know how far will be too far.

Master behind me and the Tease next to me, hands entwined with his, his body almost over me, holding me there as Master fucks me, it’s like being consumed by fire, hot and all consuming wrapped up in the both of them, complete and unable to move. Feeling  that fire ride through me completely and utterly, taking over me, my reactions aren’t mine, they come a much darker place, the place where I want to be hurt and I want to be abused and I want to pushed to the very edge of reasoning.  I fight against him, feeling the power in his hands holding me there helpless as Master fucks me, my body betraying my actions as it tightens around him wanting him in me. I know I cannot escape from this, and deep down inside I know I do not want too. I feel the tears start to build as I feel him slam his cock in me again and again, the orgasm that loiters the prepuces hanging there threatening to overspill and completely engulf me, and as it does the tears spill over my cheeks and I beg , beg to be le t go, but the hands still hold me, there pinned as Master continues to fuck me. I cannot escape, teeth dig into my ear and a low growl sends shivers deep into me, sending that twisting feeling of arousal build and I know I am helpless, and yet I want more…but my words that spill from my lips say contrary I beg them to stop but still they continue. My mind lost on the sea of passion, constructs half formed fantasies things I wish they would do to me but I never speak, in this moment what I want would probably be too far, too much….

It all blends into a stream of tears, and pain and pleasure, no ending no beginning it just is, it moves through me. The teeth move to my neck pressing down on my flesh and how I so much want him to draw blood to hurt me completely. And he growls again and it consumes me it send thought spiralling from me and I want more of this I need more of this; I want him to give me more of this. The nails that curve across my back send scalding lines of pain and it flitters around me like a moth captured by a flame, dancing and turning into rivers of pleasure that seem to send every never alight….and I am owned completely….they have me,  I am theirs. Anything now they would wish from me I would give utterly and this they know as they relent and they move from me. I collapse into a sobbing ball collected and arms move to encircle me, hands move my hair from my face as lips kiss the tears away and I am comforted after the sweet sweet torment and I am safe and secure and content in their arms.


6 Comments for this entry

  • Angel

    Beautifully written.

    And kind of brings back memories :-)

  • harlots

    thank you ~smiles~

  • swift__nick

    So. You purposely forget your own safe word then! :-)

    Lovely little piece.

    Liking the idea of subconscious betraying the conscious.

    My first of yours.

    Will read more.

  • harlots

    thankyou…

    i do have a safeword, but i don’t think i have ever used it, i don’t think i have ever wanted to use it…but i would love to be pushed so i have too…

    thank you for reading ~smiles~ hope you enjoy the rest of the blog

  • Yossarian

    I love your writing style. It’s poetic but it’s breathless and free-falling at the same time. It’s like reading your stream of consciousness as you struggle to understand two completely contradictory emotions. It’s as though you were writing it as you were doing it; no, it doesn’t even seem written. It’s more like the words manifested themselves from the sheer rawness of the sensations. It’s very sexy indeed. Thanks for posting this.

    ~JY

  • harlots

    wow thank you, a big compliment indeed…

    my writing tends to be a stream of conciousness…i seem to have lost that filter between fingers and brains and it just flows out. However my English Lit lecturer would probably strangle me for it~lol~

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