Brainrape

Male Switch, 37, Cambridge, Massachusetts

Female Submissive, 34, ontario

Male Dominant, 31, Santa Rosa, California

I saw her standing there, near the check in to the first class lounge at the airport. She was trying to look classy, but the fake purse, cheap dress, and crappy nail job gave away her real status. Her walk was like a lamprey eel, hoping to latch on to a new shark. "Can I get in here?" She asked me, pretending not to know that her economy tickets from London to Kiev were not good enough, and that her Ukraine accent could not be hidden no matter how hard she tried. "No, but I might be able to get you in." She smiled, thinking she had picked the right shark. "But you have to do whatever I ask of you" The smile wilted, knowing this was no free lunch. "Like what?", the pretense that she was anything but a girl for sale fading fast. "I am getting a shower room. You are coming in with me and will do whatever I say until I let you leave it". She pretended to think it over, while the look of 'I need a drink' crossed with 'being used is what I deserve' played across her forehead like a times square marquee. "Well... Okay" I ushered her forward toward the desk by grabbing her ass, checked myself in, and using one of my complimentary guest passes for her. It was like pulling a d away from carrots to guide her past the open bar and down the hall to the showers. The little Filipina girl at the desk recognized me, then gave a grimace look look when I asked for only one room for me and my "wife". My prey was half in disbelief that I did not let her have a drink first, half starting to go into that submissive dissociation that victims of a lot of long term abuse go into when they know danger is coming. The shower room wasn't locked for three seconds before I had her pressed up against the wall, purse dropped on the ground in surprise and shitty makeup leaving smudges on the tile wall. "We both know you are worth nothing to me, and so as nothing is how you are going to be treated" Her eyes closed and misted up, and her breath deflated out of her, both showing how used to and resigned she was to being only that to some random stranger. Dress lifted over her ass then over her head, anonymizing and dehumanizing her further. Black thong literally ripped open at the crotch, wordlessly saying how dare you wear underwear that slows down my access to those holes. Strapless bra mauled to the floor with an extra nail gouge to each breast for good measure. When the dress came off of her head, I was sure of just how far down into fear-trance she had gone. I pushed her down onto her knees on the bare cold tile, took out my cock and my phone, and videoed me pissing all over every inch of her skin and hair. She took it without one ounce of enjoyment or attempt to get away. I slapped her hard until she opened her eyes and kept them open to be pissed directly into. I wrenched open her mouth to take and keep the last of my piss in, and told her she was not allowed to swallow it until I said she could. I forced her head to nod in agreement, because both of us knew she wasn't going to choose anything else. She pleaded with her eyes to be hurt worse, such was her perfect conditioning by some flesh merchant to know her place. I pushed her into the far corner, then went through her purse, found a picture of a young girl. "Who is this?" Now the submissive dissociation turned into the most pathetic sadness mixed with toothless anger I have ever seen. "Your daughter?" Tears dripped with each slow nod. "Your handler has her, doesn't she?" Deeper crying, the kind that can only come from someone who can't dare to hope. "You know she is already being broken to be just a worthless whore like you. Perhaps I should find your pimp and rent both of you for a night." The last bit of self defense and self worth drained out of her, and she was nothing but organic clay in my hands for the next half hour.....

I want to put your morals, ego, and dignity in blender, and once unrecognizable from any other wretched bile soup, make you serve it to yourself cold with a hint of cum and sugar on top.

The question is not whether you can take the pain, whether you can endure for a short time. The question is whether after being kicked while down then kicked to the curb, do you come crawling back for more?

Where Nobokov got it wrong was that he should have seduced, entranced, and gaslighted the mother until she could not know whether he was educating, raping, or protecting her little girl...

Once upon a time, men would club their prize and drag her by her hair... Then we invented chemicals that work faster, painlessly, and may even prevent her from remembering how she got there... I prefer to hit a woman right between her hemispheres with my words. All of the impact, and certainly far better "side effects"...

I cannot tell you how many times I stayed in that hotel. I can remember the sound of the desk girl's voice, so young and innocent sounding. I can picture the way she would smile so enthusiastically, yet with this tinge of confusion and dread whenever she recognized me entering the lobby. Somewhere in her mind, despite all the layers of amnesia and self doubt I had built into her, she knew what I was doing to her. It started by training her to come up to the room to check on something and forget that she was ever there. Then to undressing on command, leaving an article of clothing behind and not knowing why. The first time she had an orgasm just because I told her to, she could not walk for thirty minutes and I had to come up with a very plausible story for her to tell her boss. Then I started to really torment her. I would wait near the desk until a customer was checking in, then call in and give her trigger over the phone. It was all I could to do keep from laughing out loud while I heard the secret accent on "Yes, Sir" that only I knew meant she was soaking her panties. I still have the photographs of the expression on her face when I would let her gain a bit of self awareness of how humiliated she was being for me. You can just imagine where things went after I made her start bringing others to my room...

I want to hear from those who think of Split not as a horror film, but as erotica...

The theatric retelling of what I will do to her is as far beyond Salo, as Salo is beyond Sesame Street...

It is clear from messages that I am getting that I was still not explicit enough in my profile about just how twisted my desires really are. Hopefully this little story will make it more concrete. Saw a cute, naive, bouncy little blonde in the store. Normal guys would want to hit on her and get a phone number. Most Dominants here would be happy with tying her up, spanking her, and maybe getting some sex. I envisioned using her obvious pre-hypnotic state against her. Seducing and interrogating and brainwashing her into lying naked on the train tracks, arms and legs across the rails, rusted iron rod shoved into the ground and pressing into her quim. As the train approaches, the vibration through through the ground and rod would have its predictable effect. She is not restrained by anything but her own mind, and could easily roll out of the rail bed to safety. But the reason why she would stay stock still on the tracks was not from the pleasure of the rod, but because she knows that I want to see the look on her face when she realizes her life will never be the same, she will be become a tragic used-to-be-person... and yet, she waits in the breathless anticipation for the moment when the wedge at the front of the locomotive finally hits the iron rod... After the train passes, and I tourniquet the remains of her severed appendages, I do so not because I am trying to save her life, but because I am wanting to prolong her feeling of falling so far from the innocent grace she once had... After she has partially healed, then starred in several freak show hate fuck pornography films for my profit, and I will roll her out of the back of a truck onto the side of some dusty, lonely road.  Only then will she truly understand what she became for me... If that does not convince you of the kind of sweet vitriolic poison I have flowing through my nerves and tongue, nothing will...

Gaslighting? I prefer seratonin darkening...

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