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	Suffer for me... There is a dark, dark place in my soul. I'm not a permanent resident there, but it is enticing and alluring all the same. It is a place where everything is simple... everything is clear. I don't care about words, or rituals, or the number/size of the toys, or service... Those exist in another part of my soul. Here, I don't want anything. I don't need anything. What I require is that you suffer... endure... be violated in many ways... and preferably shedding torrential rivers of tears... and begging -- IF I allow you to speak at all. As I say, this is not who I am on a daily basis. Most would think of me as easygoing, and fun. That allows me to be light occasionally. Without lightness, one loses sight of the depth of the pitch in the darkest of places. The violations I require you suffer are various forms of stimulation... many pleasurable... many not... Perhaps multiple orgasms until it feels like your body will convulse into a single huge cramp... and then a few more. Or perhaps, orgasm denial for hours on end... until we're both exhausted. Then you are bound so that you can't relieve your tensions and we sleep... Me in heaven... you in frustration... Perchance to dream of cumming, and knowing the frustration will only continue when we awake. Or, being bound and hooded and left to your own thoughts for hours in a closet... possibly forgotten... only afraid of what will happen upon my return. Or even seeing how many times your nipples and other sensitive parts can be brutally clamped and stretched and unclamped over the course of a day. It's all about enduring whatever comes up. Yes, I'm a generally pleasant man. But still... there's this place down deep in my soul... and it needs visitation. All I really want to hear from a slave is... "Yes, Mr. Blackheart". Suffer for me...

12/23/2013 8:12:27 AM

My hand prints on her ass have become indistinguishable... a mottled pattern of rose red. Her occasional quiet whimpers betray the tears flowing down her cheeks.

"You would enjoy another round of full-force smacks, wouldn't you?"

"Yes, Sir"

I continued my ministrations without delay as the clock ticked-off into the depths of the night.

12/20/2013 1:43:21 PM

She knew I liked challenges... It was delicious watching her.

All I did was nod at the brunette at the bar and say, "I'd like her panties." Across the table I noticed the momentary wide-eyed terror, and the simple response, "Yes, Sir."

I could see her thinking of all that could go wrong... about whether to say "no" (and accept the consequences)... about how she could possibly succeed at a seemingly impossible task.

After a bit... The brunette (our prey) stood up from the bar to go to the Ladie's Room. There was a momentary pleading look of desperation in her eyes as she downed the last of her drink and stood up from our table and traipsed along behind.

About 20 minutes later she returned to our table... our brunette's panties in hand... and a look of relief and shame across her face.

Ultimately this turned out to be a lighter night than I had expected.

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lcanon

Age: 24

Hawaii