Sadist Dreams
Sadism and masochism are the tale end of BDSM, but what if you flip it to masochism and sadism? Would it change the outlook? Can sadomasochism really be masochisticsadism? Sadist dreams filled with animalistic instinct and lust design the labyrinth in service. They are erecting the masochisticsadist to stand and design their part of the maze.
Most sadists will agree that hearing the cries below makes their flesh stiff regardless of gender. Sadistic dreams are wrapped in the mind and lived through the masochist. So allow us to create a vision worth living and release our inhibitions.
*Warning Taboo Bound
Arousing to the sun seeping through the glass and cascading down through the metal cage bars stirred slave to live—bladder beckoning to piss and silent until unlocked. A total enclosure hood with perforated leather was its keep. Never alone, be it the camera watching or the one watching in the flesh as its ever contorted meat lay in wait. Hearing a snap, it jumped to all fours. A snort and beg to pee beckoned.
Hearing the latch release, it crawled out and walked the same path it had memorized to the yard. Piss in the garden and soil below awake the visceral meat. Master is sitting in his morning chair enjoying a smoke and use of his every ready ashtray freshly drained. With the burn of completion, a hose rinses and crawl back to the cage began the morning.
Chilled meat settled down, and I felt the rise of blisters—tiny bubbles to the eye but the true purpose for this slave. Its world a secluded cage in a mudroom. Dates and times no longer existed. The mind played in toil and triumph while bidding one's time. Waiting for noise and lusting to be used consumed the mind of the masochisticsadist. She poised in provocative respite.
Unashamed hearing the snap of fingers and jumping to obey, it crawled out and buried its face in Owners crotch, and piggie noises made the truffles erect. A fist on the temple said to cease and sit. Commanding it to rise, it hurried to the wall and crawled up. Hands up and outward against the wall with legs spread and back arched with the perfect dip to display its holes.
Both craving the whipping post waking, the mantra began.
"Pain is purpose, purpose is pain, pain is pleasure, pleasure is selfish, selfish is slave."
Implements of whips and fists were the front runners for this feast. The lashes broke the whip, and fists finished the fun. Tears filled the hood, and the perforations gave breath only when it controlled its mind. When finished, it was allowed to return to the ground. Its hood removal and the sweet tears of pain enjoyed. Their piss is a reward.
Fed and instructed to dress followed. Full latex catsuit/gimpsuit was the dressing chosen—the hood leaving eyes speckled with sight and mouth opening to be the toilet it prided in being. The chores of the day begin. Mistress tended to their child after getting the school children off for the day. Master playing music filled the melodic air. Slavish kitchen duties started with cleaning and scrubbing the counters and floors in silent fervor.
It completed in the kitchen the kid's room awaited cleaning. From toys pick up to laundry and beds made military fashion, this task was a triple set. Organized and clean baseboards in all rooms were standard as dust on a fan could lead to a blade of brutality if missed. It followed with gathering laundry and starting the monotonous wash of the day. Off to the Master and Mistress bedroom to scrub the bathroom, gather clothing, and make the bed. It spent the morning full of cleaning happy toil.
Undisturbed remain the Master and Mistress as it crawled back to its cage upon completion. Naptime for an infant met slave service. Mistress led it to the basement as Master sat in comfort to watch the show. Mistress may be an Alpha slave herself, yet her strikes' velocity could wither the meat in moments. The release given in waves of suffering and lust filled the room as the slave hung, beat, and entwined their souls in steam.
The sounds and sight were lust lingering like teasing winds of joy. Let down it crawled to clean them both in gratitude. Master smirked and strung the slave back. He was exposing its tits and beginning a whirlwind of punches and bites. Knowing it must remain as silent as possible, it twitched in agony and thrust itself into the edges to control the muse. A knee kick repeated to the cunt was left to dangle as they returned to their day above.
Either returned to cage life before the children returned or left to linger below was an expected part of the day and anticipated service life. Today would be left to remain, and soon the beast would return to enjoy the spoils of their wants and needs. Hearing the tapping of feet and bustle of life proceed, it enjoyed the rest. As the taps silenced and night fallen, the door creaked, and slave alerted in posture. The dog in step followed with Master.
Latch releasing the hold slave dropped down and regained composure to hoist itself to all fours. With limbs shaking from strain and tits welched in agony, the dog's lick felt refreshing. Ordered to strip and serve, it reached down and zipped off its suit and straddled the ground with its ass arched proud and beckoned the beast to the holes. Mounted and fucked by beast, it felt no shame, and be it humility training or pride, the love to serve solidified the soul.
The dog beckoned away once it finished using the holes, and Master playing music filled the air. A snap of the hand and quickly scurrying to suck finally came. An oral creature loved to linger on the cock. Lavishing and loving the flesh, sweat, hair, and skin in every facet. Oral worship was no momentary suck but hours of worship and piss drinking that it treasured and thrived. Once Master came to completion for the evening, returning to its cage and total enclosure hood rest was the grace given.
aDICKtion Unending
Hooked on a harem from the heart and hoisted to the heavens, the cunning cunt consecrates the evils of flesh and feeds of the fiend's minds. Waking in the weariness of want and gathering its strength through stars and celestial bodies of light. Feeling lust and longing for a moment disappear in the darkness as shadows summon light and desire to live.
Laying back and stretching solid and soft and tendering the lips to satisfy and suckle-Plunging into sensual swimming sex. She served sprawled and waiting to do yet sequestered in steel and untouched. Six months without mercy and mindfucks served fresh. The nymph was tired of its travel yet waited for momentary ecstasy.
Prying fingers crawled across the chest and cinched in cunt. Crying out in silence and sex. As flesh stiffened, the weight became weightless. The mind broke the bars and bore the embodiment. Sex grew from tiptoes and taunted knee caps with haunts of crushing and knelt agony. It was lifting to the loin and trapping it's secret unhinged the feel of plunged penetration and punishment perfected in music.
Synergy growing the gut and holding the heart, the strain stole the breath from above, yet power-loomed and left it unchanged. Side to side, it swept from breast to shoulder and singed the squeeze of grip and gust. Streaming the arms and holding the hands of love, the veins froze and loins moistened. It was surrendering to its power and having the ability swelled in the lips.
Teeth dripped in sweat, and tongue dipped in wait for the suck. Muscles formed around the nothingness of man and the cock of God. Suckling the seeds and surging tides created calm waves and uncontrolled shaking. Capsize of cum and cunt.
How does a caged animal untouched get so ravished? It is mind over matter.
