little lilith

Like Jesus Christ. I’ve just wanted to wrap my hand around a weak little girl’s throat, slap her, spank her, grope her. I want to spit in her face and make her thank me. Pinch and twist her nipples and when she cries out slap her breast then kiss her. Look in her eyes and ask if I check her cunt am I going to find she’s a good girl or would I find she’s a disgusting whore who drips when I hurt her. Then, when I find her dripping and she moans like a wanting slut, I whisper good girl and slap her clit.

Throw her on the couch ass up and spank her. Beat her, make her ass angry and red as she cries out. Shush her cries and tell her she needs it, that she knows she does, that she’s broken and needs to be hurt to feel whole. Tell her I’ll take good care of her. Tell her she better be good or I’ll hurt her more than she can believe.

I want to put clothespins on her nipples and labia and on her stomach. I want to force her to stand in an impossible position and flick off one of the pins every time she fucks up even a bit. Tell her she looks so pretty as her makeup runs from the tears in her eyes. Remind her that she’s really just doing this to herself because she has her safeword, and make fun of her for being so fucked up that she gets off on this. Whisper in her ear that she’s nothing to me but a toy that I don’t mind breaking, as I blood choke her and slap her hard over and over on her clit.

Throw her to the ground in disgust and make her beg me to fuck her like the worthless whore she is. Make her look me in the eyes and thank me for using her. Fuck her into the floor while I tell her to go blank and empty for me to escape the fear and pain and shame.

Then get up, get dressed, as she’s a wreck on the floor, and tell her to clean herself up because she looks like shit, and walk out.

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My, you’re cute. Really, you are. You know, even cute enough for me to let you have that quick moment of sexual self-confidence, I’ll let you hold my wrists above my head, watching attentively, every movement you make until I decide that it’s been enough of a game.

The gasp you’ll make when I simply push up one of my knees between your legs, hard enough to hurt you. Aww, what’s wrong? Does your body not do what you want it to, my precious little slut? Feeling yourself slide into subspace from just that short show of dominance, or was it the dark, almost dangerous laugh that left my throat when you made that cute noise?