I wrote this on and thought I'd share it here.
A Sadomasochists Fantasy
Like many of my writings/novels they are inspired from dreams. These dreams may include characters from movies or books or of course, nothing at all but the randomness of my mind. Therefore, I will say that the following fantasy involves a movie character named Kakihara from Ichi the Killer and with my attraction to the Japanese, in this fantasy/dream I've adopted the name of Sayuri. This fantasy is a work in progress and is currently 50 typed pages so this is only a sample and much more condensed version.
After twenty seven monotonous years in the city I was born, a year ago I had decided to move away and begin anew. I've been involved with the BDSM lifestyle and community for years but the scene was unsatisfying where I was and so I knew where ever I went it had to be more fulfilling.
Shortly after moving to a much more vibrant city, I met Kyoto at a local dungeon. We got along from the beginning and he was quite impressed at my scene later that night. Since he is also very dominant, friendship was our only possibility. Regardless, Kyoto takes me under his wing much like a brother and protects me and cares for me more like his most precious possession, slave kitty.
Kyoto and I began to spend time outside of the dungeons and clubs and there weren’t many days where we either didn’t see each other or at the very least, talked on the phone. In the months we spend together, I meet more and more of his friends, including Kakihara.
The day I met Kakihara I knew something was different about him. It was not the scars upon his face or the piercings holding closed the Glasgow smile leaving his cheeks permanently ripped open. There was an instant connection between us that I had never felt before. It felt as though we were supposed to meet and perhaps even be together.
I’ve always considered myself a proud sadist however, the term sadomasochist is probably more appropriate. I causing pain on another pleases me greatly and besides severe body mutilations and death, there is little I wouldn’t do but there is a part of me that enjoys pain. To be more specific, needles arouse me like nothing else. My only problem doesn’t lie in my masochistic side since that is easily fulfilled, the problem is that I have yet to find someone who challenges me. With how I enjoy inflicting pain, not many can sustain as much as I can give.
Kakihara, I quickly discover, finds great pleasure in pain to the severity that he has yet found anyone who can cause him pain without pleasure. On top of my physical attraction to this man, he’s also the challenge I’ve been seeking. No one has ever been able to fully please him and therefore he remains un-owned.
So now here I am, laying on my back on a padded table in the middle of my play piercing scene as Kyoto and slave kitty finish their scene in the next area. Kakihara is leaning on the edge of the wall watching as needle after needle is pierced through my skin on my stomach. He can’t help but grin when a piercing happens to go through a more sensitive area and I moan.
By the time my stomach is nearly covered in needles, Kyoto and slave kitty join Kakihara’s side but as Sano, my piercer, gets ready to move on to my nipple as planned, Kakihara steps in.
“May I?” Kakihara asks and Sano nods and he walks forward. He leans down closer to me and smiles. “Do you trust me?” he asks as he holds up a needle so I can see it. My rational side says no, after all I barely know him but regardless I nod. There’s just something about him, for some reason I can’t help but to trust him.
Without gloves, he takes the needle and with his other hand he pinches my nipple between two fingers and rolls it which makes me moan again. He grins and then holding my nipple still he pushes the needle through. I slip into what I can only explain as subspace. Between the rush and high of the endorphins and his energy now coursing through me it sends me into a euphoric state.
I’m not sure which feeling is better, the needles piercing my skin or the feeling of them being removed but just when I didn’t think anything could heighten this moment, once the needles are removed from my abdomen, Kakihara’s tongue glides against my skin licking up the trace amounts of blood from my tiny wounds. The nipple piercings are removed last and when his lips wrap around them, sucking gently, I moan as I orgasm for the first time during a piercing experience.
With plans to return to the dungeon the following weekend, during the week Kakihara now visits me with Kyoto during the week and the more we get to know one another, the more obvious it becomes to us as well as Kyoto just how attracted we are to each other. Attraction can only get us so far though, the true test will be whether or not we can both fulfill each other’s needs when pain and the infliction of are concerned.
Tonight’s scene so far, isn’t going as planned. The sub I was going to use, a friend of mine has not shown up and now that I’m faced with a scene area to myself and no one to work on, Kyoto offers up slave kitty that is more than willing.
I restrain her to the padded table by the wrists and ankles.
I glide a flogger softly down her back and buttocks then whip her rather gently on the ass. I then flog her harder on her back which causes her to moan slightly.
“How much pain can you tolerate, kitty? Can you handle more?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
I flog her again harder still then run the flogger down her body lightly again. I put the flogger back before grabbing a crop.
“I heard you’ve been misbehaving with Master Kyoto, kitty,” I say before slapping her ass with the crop. “Do you think he punished you well enough?”
“If not, Mistress, I’m sure you can make sure I’ll never disobey again.”
“I’m sure I can,” I reply and whip her back with the crop and then her legs and arms. “I don’t think this is working yet, kitty. Think you can handle more?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
I go back to the wall and grab a bull whip as well as some vicious looking nipple clamps. I walk back over to her and step in front of her. I take one breast in my hand and leaning in I suck on her nipple which I can tell she enjoys and wiping it dry I then put the clamp in place and she gasps. I do the same to the next and let the weights on the nipple clamps dangle. I flick the weights causing them to sway increasing the pain before I stand and crack the whip on the floor causing her and others watching to jump. Kakihara is leaning on the wall, doesn’t jump but instead becomes rather excited.
I walk around to kitty’s backside and crack the whip on the flood again before doing it much lighter on her back which still leaves a wonderful stinging red line and causes her to yelp slightly. I do it again a few more times until I know the pain is getting to her. I then go back in front of her and remove the clamps which causes her to moan since the pain of removing them is greater than that of putting them on. I lift her head with my fingers under her chin and have her look up at me.
“What do you say to me?”
“Thank you Mistress Sayuri.”
“I want you to stay like this until I let you down.”
“Yes, Mistress,” she replies and I walk to her side and look at Kakihara who is smiling and I can see from where I’m standing that he’s aroused from the scene. I signal with my finger for him to enter the space which he does so without hesitating, removing his shirt as he does so. He tosses his shirt to the side as I crack the whip against the floor again and grin at him.
I position him with his back to the crowd which already had numerous scars from whips and from repeated suspensions. There are two chains hanging from the ceiling to the back of the room near one corner and I have him grab hold of these. I run my nails down his back and I can hear him taking in a deep breath as I do. I then back up and crack the whip against his back, harder than I had with kitty. The red mark is instant upon his skin. I whip him even harder the next time and after the fifth time and hearing his pleasurable moans, I whip him again and this time blood appears as the whip slices open his skin. I walk over and gently and slowly, I lick up the wound taking in every drop of blood.
Kakihara lets go of the chains and turns around with a pleased smile and a shine in his eyes I have not yet seen until now. He kisses me deeply, tasting his own blood in my mouth. I smile back at him and hand him the whip which he puts back on the wall as I release kitty from the table. I make sure she’s okay before cleaning each toy I had used with a cleaning wipe as Kakihara puts his shirt back on and when I join his side to leave the area he puts his arm around me, his smile still upon his face.
Kyoto puts the leash back on slave kitty once she’s dressed and she bows once she turns and sees me.
“Thank you Mistress, I enjoyed that very much.”
“Thank you, Kyoto for letting slave kitty participate,” I say and he smiles.
“Not a problem, perhaps next time I can join you. Would you like that kitty?”
“I would Master, very much,” she replies.
“How are you Kakihara? You seem to be pleased which is a look I haven’t seen often,” Kyoto remarks.
“Beyond words,” he replies.
“I think it would be a good idea to sit and enjoy a drink then,” Kyoto suggests which we all agree.
Usually Kyoto is the one who drives me back home but tonight Kakihara elects to.
“I’m glad you found enjoyment in the scene tonight,” I say to Kakihara as we’re parked in front of my house.
“ I believe we already have a connection, Sayuri which, up until now had been lacking with anyone else. I only wish it didn’t have to stop.”
“It doesn’t have to,” he grins as I say this and I lean in as does he and we kiss. As we part I look into his eyes. “Come inside.”
The bedroom is the largest of the house and contains a king sized canopy bed, the décor is red and black and candles are lit all around the room. Kakihara turns me so I’m facing him and he lightly caresses my cheek with his hand before kissing me again. When we part I walk him backwards to the bed and have him sit and I back away from him as I begin to remove my corset. He watches as I strip off all of my clothes and step back up to him. I then take his hands and place them on my stomach and move them up to my breasts as he looks up into my eyes.
“Do you like my body?”
“There’s nothing not to like. You’re beautiful,” he replies. “Turn around.” I turn my back to him and I feel his hands on my ass as he squeezes my butt cheeks then they glide up my back as he stands. His hands then move back around me to my breasts as he presses his body against mine. With one hand he moves my hair to one side and I feel his lips on my shoulder and neck. My body relaxes instantly which he feels and taking this queue he bites, gently at first and when I moan he does it a little harder.
I turn back around, now with a grin on my face and I push him back onto the bed. He pushes himself up onto the bed further and lays his head on the pillows as I crawl up to him and then straddle him. He watches as I reach to the nightstand and grab my phlebotomy kit and I set it down next to us and his eyes show that shine I had seen after I had whipped him and I can feel him becoming erect from under me.
I unbutton his shirt slowly and slide it off then open my kit. With a small gauge needle, the widest in my kit, in my hand I can see his excitement build. I move slowly letting the anticipation build before he feels the needle pierce through the skin on his arm. Once I’ve placed five needles into each arm I move off of him and undo his pants and then slide them off exposing him entirely. I take another needle and smile up at him and graze the needle down his chest, stomach, and hip as he takes in deep calm breaths before I run the needle through his skin just inside his thigh which causes him to moan which excites me.
He now has a full erection and the next needle I grab, I run the sharp tip up its length which causes him to take in a pleased but sharp breath and I look up to see his eyes are closed but he’s smiling. I pierce this needle into the other thigh. I then lick and begin to suck his hard dick as I take another needle and reaching up, I’m able to pierce it through his nipple as I continue to please him with my mouth and tongue. Once the other nipple is pierced, I take him from my mouth and position myself over him, slowly lowering myself onto him as his cock penetrates me deeply. As I do this I press my nails hard into his chest and run them down his chest and stomach.
I take out another needle but instead of piercing him, I present it to him to pierce me. He takes the needle then with his other hand on the back of my neck, he lowers me down and sucks on my nipple then he pierces it and I moan as I continue to move him in and out of me. He then reaches over to my kit and pulls out a scalpel and hands it to me.
“Do you want to turn over, you don’t have any scars on your chest or stomach yet?”
“I’ll proudly wear any marks you make on me, Sayuri. You’re the only one who can make me feel this way and so I offer myself completely to you.”
I smile and kiss him before I sit up again, still riding him, and bring the scalpel to his chest. I press the blade into his skin and slowly and rather deeply, I carve the letter “P” and as I do so I can feel him harden even more within me and I can tell he’s close to climax. I lean down and lick and suck up the blood seeping from his new wound. I return the scalpel to my kit and take out a few alcoholic wipes. If his eyes were shining before, it’s nothing compared to the twinkle I see in them now. His breathing increases as I pull the wipes from their packages and he closes his eyes, getting ready for the intense sting in his wound. I move against him, causing him to penetrate me harder and deeper as I press the first wipe onto the wound and he moans loudly. As we’re both ready to orgasm I take the other wipe, tossing the first onto the floor, and wash his wound in a circular motion. The room fills with moans and screams as we climax together.
Calming now after the best orgasm I’ve ever had, I proceed to remove each needle I had pierced him with and as an added tease, I clean each area with yet another alcoholic wipe which Kakihara grins playfully at.
“The letter ‘P’?” he asks as he sits up once the needles are all removed, including the one in my own nipple.
“You’ll see, I’m not done yet. The day I get through the whole message, you will truly be mine and I’ll be yours,” I reply and we both smile and he kisses me deeply and then looks deep into my eyes.
“I’ve already told you, I’m already yours.”
