Texas Skull

TIME TO FUCK THIS WHORE IN A WAY SHE’D NEVER FORGET…..

It had started off gentle. Gentle kisses.

Soft words. Light touches.

Caressing of the skin with fingertips.

Teasing of the senses.

Her quiet moans as she responded to his tender touch.

He felt it rise within him.

He tried to keep it contained. His nasty.

He wanted her. Not just her moans.

Not just her passion. Not just her wetness.

Not just her lustful desires.

He wanted her moans. Her groans.

He wanted her fucking screams.

Shoving her onto her back.

Grabbing her ankles.

Forcing them up and over her head.

Pushing her ankles down hard.

Folding her body into two.

Watching her face contort.

As the position stretched her tendons and muscles.

Her face becoming an eager mixture

Of anticipated pleasure and actual pain.

The position perfect.

Exposing her wet, eager pussy.

Her kitty opening wide, ready to receive him.

Positioning himself perfectly above her.

Hard cock placed against her wet, needy hole.

Teasing her pussy lips with the head of his cock.

Inserting only the head into her greedy little fucking hole.

Feeling her struggle against him, trying to break his hold.

Trying to twist her hips, her body.

To rise up and allow her pussy to swallow his cock.

He looked at her with an evil smile..

Enjoying her visible discomfort.

Pain created from her body being twisted into this position.

Her relentless desire and need to feel him inside her.

Her eyes meeting his, the look intense and desperate.

A look filled with both need and greed.

His eyes flash, the Sadist in him firing up.

The grip on her ankles tightening.

He pushes her ankles wide, spreading her legs and pussy further.

He pushes her ankles down harder, positioning her just right.

Time for teasing is over.

Time to use her for his pleasure.

He plunges. Hard, deep, nasty.

His cock stretching her tight little pussy.

Impaling her.

The thrust is thick, deep, hard.

He feels that first plunge hit home.

Her cervix. Impact. Brutal force.

Her body reacts involuntarily.

But exactly as he wants.

The impact starts her convulsing.

Her pussy clenching, gripping his shaft tightly.

That mixture of pleasure and instant pain.

She craves it. His length. His thickness.

His nasty. His brutal. His darkness.

She wants it all. Desperate need.

”Who’s fucking whore are you?”

His deep guttural voice made her clench.

”Yours….oh god….yours….I’m your fucking whore, Sir.”

She hears him growl again.

”And what do you fucking want, whore?”

She heard the words escape from her mouth.

”Oh god….oh fuck….fuck me….hurt me….break me….please….”

He looks at her and smiles.

”As you fucking wish”

He pulls back and plunges in again.

No mercy for his whore.

Deep, hard, nasty and brutal.

Cervix deep, time and time again.

Each impact creating a sound so beautiful to his ears.

The sound of her moans and groans.

Evolving into a scream with each and every thrust.

The sound of screams mixed with laboured breathing.

The tempo and volume controlled by his cock.

Time to fuck this whore in a way shes always wanted.

In a way she’ll never, ever forget……

REFERENCES

1- Safety in BDSM & 4 Risks We’ve Taken in BDSM — Before and After We Knew Better--- By kinky fuckery

2- Vital BDSM Rules to Keep it Safe, Sane and Crazy-Kinky-- By Adriana Books

3- SM 101-- by Jay Wiseman

4- BDSM: A Guide for Explorers of Extreme Eroticism-- by Ayzard

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(Below is my own personal feelings)

This is pretty self-explanatory, you should ALWAYS take precautions in case of emergency. ALWAYS. Its 100% non negotiable in my book and if the other party even leans to the side of not taking precautions then I'm out. Yes I'm serious. That shows me they don't take my safety and well-being seriously. I can't trust that person and I'll be damn if I let them suspend me and pick up a whip. Fuck that noise.

You also need to remember that this is not one sided, you yourself must CLEARLY communicate your needs, desires, wants and YOUR CONCERNS. You are responsible for your safety as well. Once your strapped down they may have the upper hand, but the choices/decisions you make get you to that point. If you pause, don't feel comfortable enough or are scared to communicate any of these with your partner then it's time to have a serious talk with yourself on why that is. Your gut is telling you something. Just sayin.

If you run across someone who says ,"if you trusted me, you're not a real Dom/Domme/Sub then, or it takes away from the scene/sex....blah blah blah." That's some manipulative bullshit and they're talking out of their ass. You tell them to hit the bricks cause they aren't concerned for your well being.

📍As with all my informational posts feel free to add something missed or different etc etc. No two dynamics fit in the same box and there's always more to be learned.

Daddy- @texasbikerdom49

Yes He is. 😈🖤😈

Aftermath

I was happy to help our family, however to say I'm glad that's over would be an understatement. I have spent the better part of today on my knees with my head in Sirs lap. It's my safe pace, my home, my favorite place. It soothes and heals me.

At its peak we ended up having 6 adults, 4 teenagers, 6 dogs and 3 cats in our 3 bedroom house. As much as my aunt has been there for me there was no way we were letting them stay in their house with no power or water. It was fun playing in the snow, gave us a break from all the worry we were facing.

To find out Texas didn't have their shit together for this kind of weather wasnt surprising, hell today you could wear shorts outside. But to find out that the over 200 power plants basically police themselves such as safeguards againt outages and the like really ticked me off. I doubt we'll ever know how deep that truly goes. Knowing the politics of my state it wasn't all that surprising when you think about it. Still angers me though. When you allow people to police themselves they will do what they can to cut corners and line their pockets. I'm sure their lined pockets are little comfort to the families that have been in hell.

What I do know is that the few times I did go out I saw neighbors helping neighbors, which restored some of my faith in humanity. It was also a reminder that with every tragedy that befalls our state it's what I see every single time.

I would like to point out that the essential workers, the people who worked their ass off were once again workers that "don't deserve" a livable wage. We had to stand in line outside for an hour to just get inside one of the stores. There isnt enough money you could have paid me to put up with the crap I was watching those poor souls deal with.

If I pulled this I'd better be prepared to go to jail cause I'd be getting pounded on that bed. Cause that's the only way that would go.

When I hear someone new say some form of "I'll do anything you want," I always cringe. Oh honey no, you better hope you don't have a sadist on your hands. There's an infinite amount of ideas going on in their heads and not all of them are enjoyable for YOU. 😂😂

Also, when we move too much during an argument, or lean forward, it’s scary, and I never knew. I was even a little insulted at first, because surely she didn’t think I would hurt her. But see, that doesn’t matter. It wasn’t a sign that she mistrusted me specifically; it’s a conditioned response. (Although if you keep doing it once you realize it scares her, she SHOULDN’T trust you.)

Not every woman has been physically harmed by a man she trusted, but every woman KNOWS a woman who has.

I used to be horrible about this, because I didn’t realize how intimidating it was. I didn’t understand why the woman I was with clammed up or tried to tell me what she thought I wanted to hear, and I only got angrier, and acted even more like an asshole. It was wrong. It was abusive. It didn’t matter if I INTENDED it that way; it was still emotionally abusive. And it was inexcusable.

I get that when passions are high, and when you’re frustrated, it’s a natural tendency to let your voice get louder, to shout and gesture and lean forward. But you can train yourself to do better. You can train yourself to keep more of an even tone, to refrain from large and fast gestures, to not lean into her personal space. I did. I’m not perfect at it yet, but goddamn it, I WILL be.

History is littered with the bodies of women who believed a man “would never.” This includes women killed by men who honestly, deeply, truly believed they “would never”… right up until she said that one thing or moved in just that way and he just got so mad, just that once, and pushed her or punched her or slashed her or shot her… just once, y’know, to shut her up, or because she was flinching and didn’t she know that HE’S NOT LIKE THAT and I’LL TEACH HER TO BE AFRAID OF ME…

We are trained, from infancy, that Men With Loud Voices are a source of pain from which we cannot escape, and attempts to escape may result in more pain. And as soon as we’re old enough to comprehend a world broader than our immediate circle, a world that extends into the past and will run into the future, we realize that there is no way, no way at all, to tell which men “would never” and which men “would never… except if.”

We live or die on that “if.” And any man who doesn’t like facing that hyper-vigilance can work on fixing OTHER MEN, not women’s fear.

The reaction shouldn’t be “not all men are like that;” it should be “no woman should have to live in fear.”

I really 100% thought I was just anxious and fragile and it was all in my own head. Come to find our all y’all are having this same experience. Jesus.

I have some more work to do to be a better man. I will start now.

Me at 1am:

Me at 3am:

Me when morning comes, after only getting one hour of sleep:

And you feel like getting all stabby stabby with their face

But you cant cos technically their right so you just gotta give them 'the look'

February 5, 2021: Afternoon

I believe the transparency, communication, and constant validation found in D/s dynamics inherently combats all kinds of emotional trauma, caused by events like being cheated on, or abused. 

Relationships that are transparent, full of good communication, and safewords that make everything stop, help to combat broken trust issues, anxiety, and a whole host of other other emotional trauma. 

I hope every day the dynamic we have built is making small incremental steps toward healing Pip’s emotional wounds.