d/s, pain, blood, shockers cruel, degradation, vulnerability, dominant emotions described
She grabbed the remote, put her finger on the button, and hesitated. She hadn’t thought about it for quite some time now, hours actually. Would it be right, would it be okay to just do this out of nowhere? But … that was the point of toys, wasn’t it. That was just why it wore it. And so she pushed it, closing her eyes, laying her head backwards to let pleasure flood her every cell, from fantasy in her brain into her breasts, through her torso, her hips, her entire body. Smiling, she took out her phone and sent a short message before being on her way:
“You know what to do, toy.”
A tiled room, stains covering what used to be a white colour. Chains hanging from the ceiling, from walls, lying scattered on the floor. Rings on which to fasten them. An armchair, a table and a small cupboard placed somewhat to the side. Not witnessing was she was doing, controlling things from afar, still took some practice but this, this was her space. She entered accordingly. It had positioned itself in the room’s center, on the floor, its hands on its knees, dressed in nothing but the shocker around one of its thighs as instructed this morning. Many more lay on the table, along with remotes, attachable claws and a cattle prod. Smiling, she took the latter and, taking care to make the sounds of her heels touching the tiles as audible and drawn-out as possible, walked towards it. Still turned off she used the stick to push its head up, making it face, making it look up to her, its eyes still slightly neutral. After all, nothing much had happened yet. She looked back, mustering it, a look of disdain and contempt on her face. She spat at it, smiling as she began moving the prod’s tips along its body, starting from the shoulder, turning it on but not yet using it. “Let’s get started then, shall we” she said after a while: “to the wall with you.” It nodded and got up.
With a jolt it was brought back to the floor as pain surged through its ass. It looked at her, and just as its eyes have made way for fear her eyes had changed. Where disdain had been a look of authority, unbending cruelty now adorned eyes, face, posture, her entire character and being. Just for the look of it, for the beauty of a little thing collapsed onto the floor squirming in pain, she shocked it more. Ankles, thighs, ass. It was hard keeping what was bordering on pure ecstasy in, not moving a muscle. But that was for later. Now, dominance reigned. Pulling her arm back, not allowing it a single moment of pause she got down, her free hand grabbing and pressing its neck firmly downwards, she looked at it, pressing her will deep into its eyes. “Knees and hands only. Crawl, nameless thing.” Off it went, whimpering every time she used its ass, stopping at her command. Grabbing the chains its arms and legs were shackled separately, spread out into each direction. She then got the extra shockers and tied them onto it, one on each upper arm, one on each thigh, one above each ankle, before going back and sitting down. She let go and smiled. Now indeed was the time to show all that was going on within her. To take in the figure on the floor and every single thing she would do to it. The remotes were fastened onto the desk, making it easier to simultaneously use them. Two buttons were pushed and in reliable speed sounds escaped her toy, first slow and quiet ones, only to grow stronger, ever more intense as time passed and pleasure dictated. She paused. To let it get some breath but also to enjoy. This, after all, wasn’t just for the pain, although the sight of a figure in agony as this one offered was one she could never get enough of. This was about power. About the ability to effortlessly cause what she desired. About control and pleasure no matter where she was, watching its suffering in its entirety. And showing exactly just how exposed it was, permanently, constantly, inevitably. A feeling she craved, so much so that in the concert of pain, screams, squirming and chain-rattling that followed she couldn’t help but close her eyes and join in, herself moaning and twitching almost uncontrollably. Until she herself gave in fully.
Then suddenly, she stopped. “It is time” she said, and, taking one of the remotes out of its holster she walked towards it, putting on the claws as she did so. She looked at it, a tortured body looking back. But it wasn’t over. Oh no. One claw scratched along its neck, another joined it, and another. Until those three pressed upwards into its chin. Then a jolt as she shocked it, increasing strength in intervals. All while pressing her claws into it. Until blood flowed, first droplets, then steady trickles from each point her claws touched. She dropped the remote, releasing her claws but grabbing its neck with her free hand. Squeezing slightly, just enough to make breathing difficult while not impossible, she looked directly at it, all her spacey energy mustered, all her power focussed onto those eyes of its. “Power to use” she said, pressing her claws back into its body. “Power to restrict” she said, shushing it firmly into silence as she relentlessly scratched its body, watching with glee and delight as it struggled to keep quiet. “Power to fulfil my every desire” as she placed them on another untouched spot, pressing into it, feeling every twitch, every muscle in her body react to this sense of total control. She paused, focussing, her eyes full of relentless will to hurt. And released it with four words before creating yet another network of blood on it:
“Please me, toy. Scream!”