Fight or Flight
I had just walked through the door and put my purse down when he snapped his fingers and told me to kneel in front of him.
And that’s when it started- the brutality.
It couldn’t have lasted more than 20 or 30 minutes but it was intense. His hands and teeth dug into me hard; grabbing my flesh; twisting; pulling; threatening to tear it off. I tried to fight him. I cried as I pushed his hands away and tried to squirm away only to be defeated as he grabbed my hair and slapped me again and again.
His hands grabbed my throat and squeezed hard. And kept squeezing. My brain started to get fuzzy. My limbs started to feel like lead. And then he let go and all went back to normal.
Fuck that was cool, I wanted him to do it again. A brief thought before his hands covered my mouth and nose making me struggle for breath.
I cried as he got me to beg him to fuck me and then when he made me confess that I liked him in my ass.
And then when he was done I came down from it all, exhausted from the sudden surge of adrenaline and endorphins, with my head in his lap as he stroked my hair.
He purred in my ear, “You’re such a good girl.”
Tags: anal sex, BDSM, dominance, sex, sex blog, submission
All Things Sex, BDSM | 
Avah | May 8, 2008
