Into the Monster's den

I wrote that email to Spankenstein, hit the send button and pretty much forgot about it.. weeks passed...months passed... we kept going on about our affair business pretty much the same way as before, although he was kicking it up a notch and I was very happy with it.

Then one day I get an email from him, he wanted to schedule a date, nothing unusual in that, except that we rarely needed that much notice before meeting, just a general idea of how the week was looking for both of us; but this time he wanted to make sure we could meet on a specific date, and he wanted me to drive to a specific destination different from our dear Ramada. He wanted me to go to his office.

It had been a long time since my first visit, I was very excited to go back there one more time. Maybe, I thought, this time we'll get to fuck on the infamous pool table. Nice!

The day before the meeting, I get another email from him with a P.S. saying, "Tomorrow, you are to wear a dress and be very, very pretty for me. If you don't meet my satisfaction, I'm going to send you home."

Okaay, that was new; he had never requested for me to wear anything specific. Hmm. I had a feeling I knew where this was going. And boy, was I excited.

I arrived late, after getting lost. I parked and walked in the building, through the lobby and up to his floor. I got to his door and waited there; I was so nervous I couldn't think straight, the door was unlocked but I had no idea, I didn't even try to open it. My shaky hand knocked quietly at the heavy door and after a moment he opened it.

"The door was open" - he said
duh, stupid me-I thought

He walked ahead of me, down the corridor, passed his office door and kept going, finally he stopped at the end of the hallway and opened a door into what looked like total darkness.

I walked in, he closed the door behind him, took my hand and guided me towards the sofa. My eyes took a while to adjust to the very dim light and I managed to recognize - or better, guess- what kind of place I was in.

This was a divided room. We were on the side with huge speakers and a console with all kinds of knobs and flashing lights. A glass wall divided the room, the only source of lighting came from the other side of the glass, where I saw musical instruments and microphones. This was one of those places you've seen on tv where they record music. It had no windows and all the walls were padded, this was obviously a sound proof environment.

I didn't have much time to keep snooping, he grabbed my shoulders and gently turned me around to face the sofa and the wall behind it. He stood behind me. He was inspecting me. Was he pleased so far? I took much care in choosing the dress for that day, it has a lovely color and the fabric is soft to the touch and it clings and falls at the right places. It was short and a little bit too revealing for my usual style, high heels, hair down, impeccable make up.

Everything seemed to be going in slow motion. His hand lifted my dress and brushed at the back of my thighs: I felt like an exhibition piece, he was checking me head to toe.


-I don't feel like touching you today- He calmly said. "You're not worthy of me. Perhaps I should send you home right now".

-What? Usually whatever he says, he seriously means it, and as much as I wanted to believe he was joking with me, there was already a hint of fear in my voice - but why?

His hand grabbed my hair and pulled it down my back
-You know why
-?-
-I didn't like your last post one bit
-[Oh shit]
-You're a whore-[With this, his grip on my hair grew stronger] -You don't deserve me. I don't touch whores.
-hmm, sorry?- well, it was too early to get to the sorry part. but what else could I say?
-Now tell me, (name) are you a whore?
-"No, I'm sorr...- interrupted by the surprise of the first spank of the day.
-That's all you are, just a filthy whore. Aren't you?
-I. uhm. no?
-No? then what are you? (ha, I knew the answer to that one!)
-I'm a pretty girl! (by now I was comfortable saying that aloud) and proudly announced the magic words that I was sure he'd love to hear.
-NO you're not! -another unexpected swat on my ass
-?- now I was confused, this wasn't fair game, that was the only answer I knew.
-What are you?! - Fuck, he sounded impatient and he was hitting harder
-I'm a pretty... whore?
-NO! what are you? . and another swat.
-(ooh jesus, did I miss that memo?...)

And we kept going back and forth, spank and spank again harder and impossibly harder. I tried all the possible combination of names we had ever used up until that day, to no avail. The man was getting really frustrated and my ass just couldn't take any more pain. What the fuck does he want me to say?

He took a pause, moved away from me and stood in silence. I was glad the beating had stopped, I needed a minute to catch my breath and to relax my body that had been in a tense state for a while.

-"Stay there, Don't move" He ordered as he walked out of the room.

I wouldn't move, I couldn't, I had no energy to move anyways; my back and my arms were tired for holding this position and I knew my legs would hurt the minute I stretched them out. I brought my hand to my forehead and wiped the sweat and the hair away from my face. Quiet, it all was silent around me and I felt a strange kind of peace.

I heard the doorknob, I turned my face towards the door, saw him walking in, I could only see him from the waist down; he was still fully dressed, shoes and all. My eyes then fixated on floor, following a ray of light as it slowly disappeared with the closing door. Dark again.

-You know I like pretty girls- his hand on my throat now-
-yes, master-
-I only touch pretty girls . His grip was cutting my air
-Yes, master, sorry master . Anything to kill some time and give my ass some rest
-Tell me (name)... what. are. you?
I took my time, my brain scanning for the right answer; I really needed to get it right if I wanted to be able to walk without limping out of that place...
-I am ...I don't know. I'm sorry

He moved away for a split second and without warning I felt the sharp burning pain of a sharp hard object hitting my left ass cheek. This was a different pain than the one from his bare hands, it stung and burned but also the sensation dissipated faster. I managed to turn my face for a second to get a glimpse of it: a ruler.

He hit me my other cheek with the ruler again. Aaagrr it burned against my already raw skin.

-"You ... You are an ugly whore". He said loud and clear.
-(what the fuck?)
-Say it! SWAT! that ruler
-Say it! SWAT! that cruel ruler
-Say it! SWAT! that fucking ruler
-I couldn't. I didn't want to. Not that.
-Say it, I'm waiting! - SWAT!
-I'm an ugly whore
-Say it louder so I can hear you - SWAT!
-I'm an ugly whore. Each word barely whispered out, between the confusion and the ever so increasing pain, it was hard to breath evenly at this point
-What else?
-(more? fuck. what else?) "I don't knooow".
-Respond to me, what else are you? SWAT. this one hit the inside of my thigh. fucking painful.
I gasped for air and missed my chance to say something
-What else are you? SWAT - my other thigh. I knew I was not going to be able to take much of this.
-"I'm sorry"- It was just so painful, I really would have said anything, but I just couldn't think.
-"Spread your legs wider"- he ordered
I opened my legs hoping this was the end of the game, hoping he was really turned on now and ready to bury his cock in me. I was ready. I was wet and warm and so needing to be touched tenderly.

But how wrong I was.

What I felt next was the ruler hitting between my legs, yes, he was hitting my pussy and even further front, where my engorged and agonizing clit was. although he was obviously hitting with much less force, some of the strikes felt terribly painful, some others felt terribly good and between those two, always a twinge of panic each time the edge of the ruler scraped against the skin of my inner tights. Too many sensations happening simultaneously, it was maddening.

-"You are a FAT. UGLY. WHORE". He said in an angry tone
-(oh no, you didn't!)I couldn't believe my ears
-Say it ! - SWAT
-"no"- (I mean, there is a limit!)
-SWAT. SWAT. SWAT- the ruler was landing everywhere at machine gun speed
- I.am.a.fat.ugly.whore. (god, make it stop)
- LOUDER! - SWAT
- I am a fat ugly whore!
-Yes, that's all you are. Say it again! SWAT
- I am a fat ugly whore!

Oh my god. the pain was nothing compared to the humiliation I was feeling inside.
Up until that day he had managed to hurt my body, but my ego had always been left intact. But this! this! this hurt much deeper and was a million times more painful. He already knew how to hurt my body, no doubt. But now he wanted to break my spirit.

-"no more, please touch me"- I pleaded, I begged, it was all too awful, too painful. I was desperate for some tenderness, some validation after hearing and saying those words over and over. My hand reached back to touch him but he fiercely pushed it away.

The only touch I got from him were violent slaps of the ruler all over my legs, pussy and ass.

Brusquely he turned me around to face him, holding my face in his hand, he kept saying all these horrible words to me, what a whore I was, and how filthy and how cheap and how disgusting... It was too much, I was still trying to keep it together, but he kept at it, and I knew the lump in my throat was growing bigger. Oh god, I had to keep it down. Oh, please stop, no, no, I didn't want him to see me like this.

It was all too intense for me and I felt the first tears trickling down my face, a couple of teardrops that brought a little relief. He let go of my face and walked out again.

Oh, I was thankful for the truce. My ass was in fire. I managed to sit on the sofa for a second and stretch my back. Most of the pain was gone, there was still a burning feeling but I knew that would soon be replaced by the tenderness that would fade away in a day or two. I felt better. Ok, I can do this. I'm ok. I'm ok.

Too soon he came back in the room, I think I was sitting at the edge of the sofa, at the perfect height to take his cock in my mouth, perfect position for him to kneel in front of me and finger me the way he only knows how. Something, I needed something. As he approached, I extended my hand to brush at his cock, but he slapped it away again.

-"I didn't say you could touch me". He sounded angry still, where did he get all this meanness from?

-"Please"- I whimpered, oh, I was tired and so needy. It had been a fun game but I needed his mouth, his cock, his touch.

He grabbed my hair like he wanted to peel it off my scalp, and in one swift move threw me into a corner. It felt even darker and colder down there. My heart was racing, my mind was a mush, my whole body felt like an abused rag doll. I was so raw. I felt like I was turned inside out, everything was so intense, my brain had so little pause to process everything, it was a quick succession of one painful thing after the other. What else did he want from me?

-Face on the floor!. He yelled from the heights of his stature
I got on all four. I think I didn't hear him right, all I could hear clearly was my own and loud heartbeat in my ears.
-I said, face on the floor! he yelled again as he grabbed my neck and pushed down
-Please touch me. Please, something- I begged again
-"I said no, stay quiet!" .

A sudden panic took over me, I felt so exhausted by the never ending pain he kept inflicting in me with his cruel words and his torturing of my flesh. I broke down. For real. I started crying inconsolably, sobbing, wailing, my body shaking in uncontrolled spasms. Rivers of tears running down my face. I couldn't stop the flow of emotion that was escaping my body through my eyes.

-"I'm sorry, I'm sorry"- was all I could say. I felt so much pain and so much sadness. I felt so little.

He got quiet for a second and stopped whatever he was doing. He stood next to me looking down at the pathetic little thing I had become. My body balled up against the wall.

-Shut the fuck up- He said and walked out the door. He turned off the light leaving me in total darkness. He left me there and I kept crying like a little child in that dark, cold corner.

Yes, it sounds awful and painful. He made me say terrible things over and over again, he kept hurting me no matter how I tried to appease him. He had never been this rough on my body before.

But even though there were plenty of tears, I was enjoying every minute of i, the intensity of emotions and sensations he awoke in my body, even if thew were not pleasant. At that moment I remembered the email I had sent long time ago and I managed to smile as I wiped down the tears from my face. I can't believe he actually did this for me- I thought. Oh, that was the most fucking hot thing that had ever happened to me!.

I talked myself into calming down, it took me a while: my body was on an uncontrollable track of its own and I was so afraid that my crying would freak him out: I didn't want this to stop, I wanted him to keep going, I didn't want it to end. This was just too good, I wanted more.

He came back in the room, inspected me from the distance and soon it was clear that he had no intention of stopping. My crying was over, but within a second the screaming, the pain and the insults resumed. This time, although he still refused to touch me or to let me touch him, he allowed me to touch myself.

Oh, how delirious I felt as I reached between my legs to feel a fountain of wetness gushing out of my slit. I could not believe how wet I was and how sensitive all my body was. Thankfully my clit responded to my frantic touch,oh, yes, finally I was going to get some relief of the tension that had built in my body.

-"Taste yourself". He ordered
I brought my soaked fingers to my mouth and sucked.

-"Fuck yourself for me". He said next
Ooh, he didn't need to say that twice, I gladly went on a frenzy rubbing and finger fucking myself; both my hands working intensely on my inflamed sex.
-"Work it, (name), work that pussy for me". Soft whispered words, now encouraging, guiding me into the inevitable orgasm that was building up.

With all the moving and bouncing, one of the straps of my dress fell off my shoulder, exposing my laced left breast.

-"Look at you, filthy whore exposing her tits for all to see! Legs spread open, shamelessly touching yourself; dirty slave to your own cunt". -He kept talking.

-"Show me what you can do, show me what you do when nobody is watching". He insisted

-"Show me how you cum, you fucking slut".

Oh, god, how explosive that orgasm was! I can't describe with words. Intense and blinding, intensified by the picture he had placed in my head, a dirty, desperate whore, laying on the floor, legs spread open, both my hands between my legs, working my pussy to orgasm, selfish moment of the most intense pleasure. Nothing mattered but what I was feeling. My body twitched a couple of times and finally the wave came down and my body relaxed.

Again he walked out of the room and came back soon after. I was still laying on the floor, blissfully drifting away to a happy place.

-Get up- he said as he kicked me.

I got up as fast as my beaten body could, he positioned me on the sofa, my knees bent and my hands against the wall again.

-I think you should go home now, I'm done with you.
-No, please
-Do you want me to keep going?
-Yes, please
-Do you think you are ready for what's next?
-yes ( how bad could it get anyway)
-But I don't want you to scream, though
-?-
-Do you think you can stay quiet or should I tape your mouth?
-Hmm..(that's a tough choice to make when one has no idea what's coming) "I don't know"
-If you scream I won't like it.
-Tape me
-You're sure?
-Yes, master. Tape me, please.
-Good girl.

Ooo. how it melts me when he says that. Anything, I'd take to hear those words from him.

He has the tape ready and cut a stripe it- it was very wide- and put it over my mouth. At this point I knew I was helpless, no way to protest or scream, no safe word to be used, I was at his mercy.

-Don't move- he said. He walked away from me but I could hear he was still in the room.

My forehead was resting on the cool wall, a welcomed moment of peace and silence. I closed my eyes that were burning from all the crying, I was just trying to guess what was happening by the noises I heard behind me. I was drained but again, strangely calmed and relaxed. More important, my mind was quiet.

He knelt next to me, I could feel the heat of his body almost wrapping over me. I wished he'd stay there forever, warming me up.

-Open your eyes- he said

I opened my eyes only to see a knife pointing at me within inches from my face. It looked like a steak knife. He pressed it against my neck and brushed it down to my nipples. My scream muffled on the tape. My eyes widened like two saucers, I was so afraid even of breathing and my eyes followed in disbelief the tip of that knife on its cold and endless travel down to one nipple, then the other.

He stood up, distance and cold air between us now. He was behind me, his left hand on my hip.

-Do you trust me? He asked
-I nodded yes
-I'm going to fuck you with this knife
-(hmmmmhmm) again, muffled screams
-shhh.quiet. hold still. - he said in a controlled voice
-(hmmmmhmm) I kept protesting in disbelief
-If you want, you can go home now
-(hhm) nodding no- I didn't want to go home, I wanted to stay, but this was just crazy
-Then hold still.
-(HMHM) that meant ok.
-Are you ready?
-(HMHM) nodding yes - god help me.

Well, my mind had been quiet a minute before, but now there was a storm of alarm bells going off everywhere, all kind of sad scenarios were pouring in my head; all kind of fears were resurfacing against my will. I could just see the headlines in the newspaper tomorrow...But nah, he won't. I mean, c'mon, this is just to scare me a little. But again, whenever he says something, he really means it.

I felt the thin cold blade pressing against my pussy lips.

Shit. oh god, I hope he has a flashlight or something, jesus mary and joseph I hope he can see what he's doing, I hope he knows what he's doing. I shut my eyes closed trying to get all this scary dialect out of my head. I tried to wiggle away from him in a last attempt to making him stop this.

-Hold still or I'm going to hurt you. He said with that firm, authoritative voice.

Ok, he was serious, he was going to do it. I held in place, I didn't dare even breathing for fear of my body making any movement. Oh how I wish I had something to hold on to, he was so quiet back there. all I could hear was my own heartbeat and the occasional muffling of my breath against the tape. My hands firmly grabbed the edge of the sofa and I started praying.

Upon the inevitability of what was going to happen: He obviously had all the intention of cutting me and although he had never shown any interest in blood before, well, obviously today I was discovering that he was full of surprises.

The dialogue in my head became rational, I started preparing myself mentally as to what to expect. Probably I was going to feel a burning feeling as the blade cut my skin, more likely followed by burning as my blood surfaced, then I should feel the wet trail of blood trickling down my leg. Just hold still, I told myself. Whatever it was he was planning to do, the less I move the safest for me, for both of us.

The cold blade pressed against my labia, then his fingers opened my lips wide. Then the feeling of the blade pushing its way inside of me.

-"Don't move now", he said as he seemed to be working with clinical precision

It went in slowly and without resistance. It didn't burn. A few seconds passed - I didn't feel any wetness, no blood. Well, at least I won't bleed to death all over the place, that's good news -I thought

My mind kept racing trying to make sense out of the abscense of blood, and to decipher the nature of the object that was being pushed in me. It couldn't the steak knife he showed me earliar, but it was metallic for sure: it felt cold, it was hard, thin and not too long, but obviously sharpless. A butter knife, I decided. Phew, he's not that crazy after all. But stil, it's a knife nonetheless, so I kept holding still.

He slowly pushed it inside of me and slowly pulled it out. I sttod in place and held my breath most of the time. He moved it in and out of me one more time and then withdrew it for good. I sighed in relief.


The knife was replaced by his thick warm fingers pushing inside of me. It was unexpected and oh so thankfully greeted by my anxious cunt. Finally he was touching me, his fingers pushed and curled and grinded inside of me. Oh my god, I was moaning so loud, every time he pushed his fingers inside of me, I felt the heat traveling up my spine, I was melting in his hands. My body welcomed the attack from his expert hands and my ears attuned to the sound of his voice again guiding me into orgasmic heaven. I pushed myself against his hand, his long fingers buried deep inside of me, and his voice: "Let go, that's right, Cum for me, (name), cum my good girl". Oh god, I could have died. This was my second orgasm of the day and it was just as intense.


He removed the tape from my mouth and sat on the sofa, I kneeled in front of him, scanning his face for a sign. His brow was sweaty, probably he was as tired as I was feeling, all that screaming, all that hitting must be exhausting too. His hand gently caressing my head, it was a quiet resting moment.

-Can I suck you now? I smiled up at him ready to unleash his cock out of those jeans
-You want to suck me, huh? he said half smiling
-Yes, please I'm dying to taste your cock
-No. He said bending forward and smacking my tits.
-"Please, let me suck you" I could not believe he was refusing still
-You don't deserve my cock!. And he slapped my tits a couple more times
-Please, oh please no more
-I'll stop whenever I want to - god, he still had energy to keep hurting me
-Just a little bit, pleasse, let me taste your cock. My mouth watering at the thought of it
-"You have to prove to me that you're a good girl". He said as he slapped my tits some more
-"I am, I will, I'll do anything". I must have sound convincing
-"Wait here". He got up

When he came back to me he was holding something in his closed fist, he waited to be comfortably seated on the sofa again before slowly opening his hand to reveal the extent of his cruel intentions.

Clothespins.

-You're going to wear these - he said triumphant.
-sssssshit.. just the look of those things was hurting my eyes
-Not only that, you're going to put them on yourself- boy he was enjoying this
-I can't - really, you've no idea how sentive my nipples are
-Are you saying no to me? he slapped my tits again.
-But please, no that, not those things
-They're called clothespins, he said as he slapped my face
-clothhthtth.. I was terrified, my mouth was so dry, I couldn't pronounce it
-Clothespins! Say it! he said in frustration slapping my face again
-Clo.ts.peen.s. - Fuck, it had to be one of the hardest words to pronounce
-Clothespins. he said slowly and slapped me again
-Clothespins. Finally I managed to say.
-That's right. Put the left one first. He ordered
-Oh shit

I was hesitant, but his slapping quickly conviced me. I put the first one around my nipple but I was still holding it at the end.

-Let it go. he said, intensely looking into my eyes. -"It's ok, let.it.go." he insisted
I took a deep breath and let the clothespin hang freely from my throbbing nipple. My eyes flinching with the pain, but I managed to keep them open, I wanted to see his reaction: his eyes were fixated on my breast, there was a look of fascination in his eyes, it made me feel a weird sense of pride. He took it off himself soon after. And I manage to take a deep breath.

-Do the right one now.

This one hurt a little bit more, perhaps it was the angle, perhaps I didn't grab as much skin. I had to remove it, but he made me do it again. For a moment our eyes locked, and I saw the drunken look of lust in his eyes and the trace of a smile on his lips. He was really enjoying this.

Finally he was pleased. He leaned on the sofa as he patted my head and brushed my hair out of my face. -You've been such a good girl, (name), he quietly said to me.

This time he didn't protest as my hands wandered up his legs and opened his pants to take hold of his hard shaft. Finally I was granted access to his cock and I ate it with delight, relishing on every inch of it, loving every lick of my wet tongue. Tasting him, feeling him. I wanted to swallow him whole, I wanted to give him back some of the unbelievable pleasure he had just given me. Yes, I sucked him good, the way a good girl should, or like the dirty whore he told me I was, the best fucking cocksucker in the planet, his cock hungry slut... Soon after, he awarded me the gift of his abundant shots of cum deep in my throat. Oh, how he came!

The realilty of that day surpassed whatever fantasy I had before. He truly broke me down in ways I didn't think possible: beyond my body he touched me at my most tender fiber, he pushed me relentlessly until I had no choice but to expose myself open to him; and beyond the ugly words and the unbearable pain, I felt safe; It was liberating to be able to be vulnerable to him like that. By the end of the afternoon my make up was smeared all over my face and my hair was a crow' s nest, yet I felt beautiful, at peace and more woman than I've ever felt.