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Gender Man Woman
Age 43 27
Height 180cm 167cm
Weight 64kg 45kg
Body shape Average build Slim
Eye colour Other Green
Hair colour Black Other
Hair length Long Long
Beard Goatie
Orientation Straight Bisexual
Ethnicity Other
Origin USA
Pubic Hair Part shaved Part shaved
Body hair Some hair None
Breast size B
Zodiac signs Aries Virgo
Glasses
Smoker
Tattoos
Piercings

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Lifestyle sadist, ethical predator, philosophical libertine.


"Cade", in Three Acts.

Three things you should know if I interest you: 1. I am a sadist, 2. I am polyamorous, and 3. I am for real. The following blog post will explain why these are important if you are interested in striking up a friendship with me, or more. Above all else be aware that I value experience and truth, and am willing to prove my integrity. Trust is created for me through one's actions matching their words, and as such, must be built over time.

  1. I'm a sadist. A sadist is someone that gains pleasure from pain, typically thru inflicting. That is no less true for myself, and I use mental exploits like humiliation and objectification, as well as, physical acts like caning and needle play or cutting. I enjoy bruises and welts, and tears turn me on intensely. Of course, I have strict safety rules for play and interactions, and am constantly looking to increase my experience and knowledge in risk assessment and other safety concerns/disciplines. I belong to a community of like-minded individuals which can provide my character references, both personal and professional...and I am a member of multiple groups that participate in spreading acceptance through education of alternative relationship dynamics. If you have questions about my fetishes or background in sadism, please feel free to ask.

  2. I'm polyamorous. The literal definition for polyamory is "many loves", but I think it's better summed up as having the capacity to love and be loved by more than one person in an open and honest manner. As such, I would say it is important to know that I am in a relationship with with a female, living with me. The female is my collared submissive, being trained as my slave. she has proven her obedience and worth as a servant, and I am honored to have her in my life. Despite this, we are looking to add another submissive female to our House. I like to think I am a unique and exceptional individual, and know for sure the others in my relationship are...you will meet them if you prove yourself worthy and prospective enough that I might add you to our lives. Their safety is paramount.

  3. I'm real. The points this blog outlines are not details of role playing or the way I dream of living my life; they are the actuality and truth of my existence. This is my lifestyle...I choose to live my life by alternative methods. My lifestyle identifies and honors each of our intrinsic values as dominants or submissives that threads through every aspect of life, in the vanilla world as much as the animal kingdom. After reading all this about me all I ask is that you don't judge me. I am as human as you are and am just trying to find happiness just like you. I will be tolerant and respectful of your life choices because you have to live by them, and my choices will never effect you unless you allow them. Thank you for reading through this, I hope it is helpful in deciding your interest in me.

    The undiscovered (and elusive) 4. You. If you've really read this far in all this rabble, then you're probably wondering what I am expecting from interactions with you, what I want, or what my ideal individual is that I'd like to meet. Let's be frank, this is an online/mobile networking site designed to allow people to meet across distances. You can be anyone and anything a mind can think of and words can describe, your intelligence and mastery of this vocabulary seem crucial to being able to express yourself and your desire succinctly. Among being intelligent, I should hope that you are open and accepting to the world I may be introducing you to...however, if you are not real, that will become obvious eventually, disappointing everyone involved. Know who you are and be confident in your experiences...it's good to stop seeing mistakes negatively and identify them as chances to learn. Going to more personal considerations, you would be a submissive/masochistic female, know why you identify as such, approximately age: 25-35 and happy.

Fantasies

Our desired relationship is a poly M/f/f triad.

Forum Index


Topical Articles:

  1. Clash in Kink-Positivity: Triggers versus Fetish; www.fetish.com/community/topic/1374-clash-in-kink-positivity-triggers-versus-fetish/
  2. Community of Babel; www.fetish.com/community/topic/1440-community-of-babel/

    • (CoB) Labels are Your Friend, not Life Partner; www.fetish.com/community/topic/1461-cob-labels-are-your-friend-not-life-partner/
    • (CoB) Listen and Ask Questions; www.fetish.com/community/topic/1538-cob-listen-and-ask-questions/

      Tales:

  3. A Night Out; www.fetish.com/community/topic/1586-a-night-out/
  4. The Crying Game; www.fetish.com/community/topic/1748-the-crying-game/
    • (CG) Round One; www.fetish.com/community/topic/1769-cg-round-one/
    • (CG) Round Two; www.fetish.com/community/topic/1793-cg-round-two/
    • (CG) Round Three; www.fetish.com/community/topic/1830-cg-round-three/
    • (CG) Round Four; www.fetish.com/community/topic/1954-cg-round-four/
  5. The Shoe Shine Girl; www.fetish.com/community/topic/1364-the-shoe-shine-girl/
  6. The Wolf and bunny; www.fetish.com/community/topic/1517-the-wolf-and-bunny/
  7. Third Person; www.fetish.com/community/topic/1393-third-person/
  8. "Yes"; www.fetish.com/community/topic/1711-yes/

    Poetry:

  9. Crux; www.fetish.com/community/topic/1550-crux/
  10. "I know why she cries"; www.fetish.com/community/topic/1416-i-know-why-she-cries/

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Cade
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  • 08.04.2018 1:32:43
  • Male/Female (43/27)
  • Lakeland
Cade
icon-wio Cade wrote something in the forum
  • 22.03.2018 0:31:20
  • Male/Female (43/27)
  • Lakeland
BDSM 3WAY

Yes, we stayed together after. It improved the relationship in many ways, including increased trust, deeper communication, and just the overall fun of the experience shared which brought us closer together.

Cade
icon-wio Cade wrote something in the forum
  • 22.03.2018 0:28:03
  • Male/Female (43/27)
  • Lakeland
Throuples

I've been in two M/f/f triad relationships: one that lasted a year and the other lasted four years, both full time, live-in situations. Neither of these were "spot on", as you say, but we each enjoyed and appreciated the time and intimacy we shared. Every relationship, be it mono or poly, can be Read more… problematic. A common myth we hear about poly relationships is they all end badly; truth be told, I don't see many relationships that end well! Of course, poly dynamics aren't much different than mono, it's just the additional consideration of an individual involved. Some people will fit the relationship, some won't. Any relationship is only as successful as the energy, effort, and trust the participants invest.

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Cade
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  • 12.03.2018 9:00:28
  • Male/Female (43/27)
  • Lakeland
  • Cade
Cade
icon-wio Cade has updated their desires and fantasies info
  • 05.03.2018 0:38:04
  • Male/Female (43/27)
  • Lakeland
Our desired relationship is a poly M/f/f triad.

# Forum Index

**Topical Articles:**
1. *Clash in Kink-Positivity: Triggers versus Fetish;* www.fetish.com/community/topic/1374-clash-in-kink-positivity-triggers-versus-fetish/
2. *Community of Babel;* Read more… www.fetish.com/community/topic/1440-community-of-babel/
- *(CoB) Labels are Your Friend, not Life Partner;* www.fetish.com/community/topic/1461-cob-labels-are-your-friend-not-life-partner/
- *(CoB) Listen and Ask Questions;* www.fetish.com/community/topic/1538-cob-listen-and-ask-questions/

**Tales:**
4. *A Night Out;* www.fetish.com/community/topic/1586-a-night-out/
1. *The Crying Game;* www.fetish.com/community/topic/1748-the-crying-game/
- *(CG) Round One;* www.fetish.com/community/topic/1769-cg-round-one/
- *(CG) Round Two;* www.fetish.com/community/topic/1793-cg-round-two/
- *(CG) Round Three;* www.fetish.com/community/topic/1830-cg-round-three/
- *(CG) Round Four;* www.fetish.com/community/topic/1954-cg-round-four/
1. *The Shoe Shine Girl;* www.fetish.com/community/topic/1364-the-shoe-shine-girl/
3. *The Wolf and bunny;* www.fetish.com/community/topic/1517-the-wolf-and-bunny/
2. *Third Person;* www.fetish.com/community/topic/1393-third-person/
4. *"Yes";* www.fetish.com/community/topic/1711-yes/

**Poetry:**
2. *Crux;* www.fetish.com/community/topic/1550-crux/
1. *"I know why she cries";* www.fetish.com/community/topic/1416-i-know-why-she-cries/
Cade
(CG) Round Four
(Preamble: This is the fifth chapter of “the Crying Game”.)
The dark gentleman stood looming over her in silence with his arms tucked behind his back, watching her as she mopped up the piddle puddle, embarrassingly on hands and knees. The girl grumbled as she sopped up the mess in painful agony, Read more…wanting so much to look up at his smug face, but she was far too humiliated to even lift her head. Instead, she scrubbed at the rough floor, trying to will the wetness to disappear, and with it, her shame. This did not happen, of course, and the discoloration of damp concrete only seemed to grow, until she was wiping closer to him. For a mere moment, the bashful girl let her hand brush against his boot; the soft oiled leather sent shivers through her, erupting from where it came in contact with her pinkie finger.
If he noticed, he made no indication of such as he turned to return to the head of the table once the clean-up was complete. The girl whimpered as she rose to her feet aquiver, steadying herself on the table edge. Her vision seemed strangled, as if staring far off into the distance through a tube. Several minutes passed as the girl fruitlessly tried to clear her head; as the fog drifted from her mind, the sudden awareness of her situation astounded her: she was about to begin another round, with more than half the game to go. She inhaled deep, holding back her tears as she took her position. A shiny box caught her attention as her arms stretched before her; a hatbox in silver wrapping with a large number three scribbled on it sat beside the previously won prizes.
No sooner were her feet on the pegs did she absentmindedly mutter, “Three,” having just seen the digit. Her lips quickly clamped shut and she tried to spy if he had heard the utterance, but it was obviously too late; more over, his deliberate smirk indicated he was aware of her slip up.
“Three it is,” he said as he took the top card, peering at it with a chuckle. The Five of Diamonds fell to the discard pile, taunting her into frustration. “My five with your three make eight strikes. Which instrument will you experience this time?” his words were measured, exacting that she felt them to her very core. She wanted so much to quit. So much, that she was sure that if she opened her mouth, only her surrender would come out.
“Black jack,” left her lips to her confusion. The girl glared at him as if the demented sorcerer had cast a spell on her tongue, but she knew better. No doubt, he was some sort of a magician, able to twist the reality around him to suit his desires, able to manipulate her emotions to work against herself, able to turn exquisite pain into seductive pleasure. As she watched him collect the toy she had decided upon, she knew she wasn't quitting because of herself. This was for her, and damn the sadist, she would see it to the end; if she was able.
“Interesting choice,” his voice held all the mirth of Satan claiming a sinner's eternal soul. The rustling of swift movements blew the wind past her, but he was too quick with it for her to tell what it was, just that it had a peculiar sound, like fronds beating against each other in the wind. “You have picked one of your preferred toys, although a more cruel variation. This is a flogger, of course,” his arm extended forward, proffering her a view of the item, its long falls dangling inches from her face. “The strands are about 30 inches long, made from thick, but flexible, rubber. It would be extremely thuddy, except the falls are cut zigzagged, rather than straight,” he passed his fingers through it as if thick tresses of hair, showing off its exotic texture. “This causes it to have a distinct sensation, like being ground up or sheared. It can feel quite abrasive and coarse, very atypical of the common flogger.”
The dark gentleman spun the instrument around himself effortlessly as he took his position directly behind her. The flogger danced around him in sinewy commotion; graceful and deliberate, but the strands rattled and twisted deviously, the churning of blades in a blender. The sound intimidated her; she was about to step buttocks-first into a meat grinder. The heat of his palm settling on her lower back restored some of her resolve, at least. That was until he began his practiced preamble, “This is going to hurt, perhaps more so for the abuse your ass has already endured. You may cry, scream, and cuss. You can curse me, even. Do not move from that spot. Count loud and clear.”
The tumultuous swoosh was her only alert to the incoming flagellation. As the flogger found its mark, it was as if thousands of tiny, razor-sharp teeth had viciously attacked her bottom, gnashing and tearing at her raw flesh in back swing. She shouted “One,” although more out of anger than pain. It grated at her, made her want to swat at the small beasties chomping at her bum. The next strike caught her unexpectedly from the other angle, focused more on the opposite cheek. It shocked her; not like the stun gun, of course, but in a more primal way which caused her to bite her lip for a few seconds before saying, “Two.” Closing her eyes tight, she imaged the sensation similar to being slowly eaten by a school of piranha as the next hit pulled her to one side. He was swinging the flogger in front of him, alternating from each side to better balance the strike pattern, leaving her little time to cry out “Three” before the next thrash. The girl's eyes misted over, shimmering in the lamplight, and her voice sounded hoarse as she squealed, “Four!”
His movement was calculated, body swaying with the swing back and forth to maximize the impact yet minimize his effort. As he leaned forward, the hits only intensified, jostling the girl's pained ass from each side, the strikes alternating across her bottom. “Five,” her count continued, picking up speed to match his momentum. “Six!” The licks felt like a cheese grater or a thorny thicket slapping her ass. She wanted to cry, but the tears weren't there; rather, the conflagration spreading across her flesh acted to evaporate them, causing her blood to boil and body to steam. “Seven!” She was aroused and upset because of it. She wanted to cum so badly that she was bucking her hips with his rhythm, “Eight!”
Then, it stopped. The girl was left writhing and mewing as the sadist returned the toy. She watched him with the best come-fuck-me eyes she could muster, but he seemed oblivious. “Another round completed, you may move,” was his only response in a somewhat dispassionate tone. Carrying another hatbox wrapped in shiny paper, the number four marked on the sides, he returned to his spot with his deck of cards, placing the prize with the others won.
The girl stood frustrated for a romp; although her legs shaky, they were able to hold her upright. She brought her hands to rub her butt. Instead of soothing the agony she felt, simply touching the flesh caused her breath to catch. She wasn't sure if she could sit down, and was suddenly glad that wasn't a requirement. Lightly grazing the raised abrasions within the wounded area with her fingertips, it dawned on her: the Bastard had tenderized her ass! It irritated her how wet that made her pussy, and she blushed feeling his cold stare take in her naked form.
“Half done,” his words snapped her mind back to the game, just before her fingers found her outer labia in their idle caress. “Do you need a few minutes, or shall we continue?”
(To be continued...)
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Ally394 Such an amazing story, desperate for the next chapter
Such an amazing story, desperate for the next chapter
LikeCade · 16.03.2018 8:07:51
Loulabelle
Loulabelle I log on everyday hoping for the next chapter! ADDICTED!!! I log on everyday hoping for the next chapter! ADDICTED!!!
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Firewitch
Firewitch i love her getting turned on by this, she can see the light at the end of the tunnel!!
Fabulous
Fire 🔥 i love her getting turned on by this, she can see the light at the end of the tunnel!!
Fabulous
Fire 🔥
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Cade
icon-wio Cade has updated their desires and fantasies info
  • 01.03.2018 13:26:51
  • Male/Female (43/27)
  • Lakeland
Our desired relationship is a poly M/f/f triad.

# Forum Index

**Topical Articles:**
1. *Clash in Kink-Positivity: Triggers versus Fetish;* www.fetish.com/community/topic/1374-clash-in-kink-positivity-triggers-versus-fetish/
2. *Community of Babel;* Read more… www.fetish.com/community/topic/1440-community-of-babel/
- *(CoB) Labels are Your Friend, not Life Partner;* www.fetish.com/community/topic/1461-cob-labels-are-your-friend-not-life-partner/
- *(CoB) Listen and Ask Questions;* www.fetish.com/community/topic/1538-cob-listen-and-ask-questions/

**Tales:**
4. *A Night Out;* www.fetish.com/community/topic/1586-a-night-out/
1. *The Crying Game;* www.fetish.com/community/topic/1748-the-crying-game/
- *(CG) Round One;* www.fetish.com/community/topic/1769-cg-round-one/
- *(CG) Round Two;* www.fetish.com/community/topic/1793-cg-round-two/
- *(CG) Round Three;* www.fetish.com/community/topic/1830-cg-round-three/
- *(CG) Round Four;*
1. *The Shoe Shine Girl;* www.fetish.com/community/topic/1364-the-shoe-shine-girl/
3. *The Wolf and bunny;* www.fetish.com/community/topic/1517-the-wolf-and-bunny/
2. *Third Person;* www.fetish.com/community/topic/1393-third-person/
4. *"Yes";* www.fetish.com/community/topic/1711-yes/

**Poetry:**
2. *Crux;* www.fetish.com/community/topic/1550-crux/
1. *"I know why she cries";* www.fetish.com/community/topic/1416-i-know-why-she-cries/
Cade
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  • 19.02.2018 9:45:18
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  • Lakeland
I know it's fetish.com but

Actually, I find the site refreshingly NOT only about sex. Even the chat! It does get rather racy, but it tends to stay intelligent which I greatly appreciate. Many thanks to the Admin and mod teams.

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Cade
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  • 18.02.2018 0:18:09
  • Male/Female (43/27)
  • Lakeland
When does the BDSM talk end and the abuse begins?

The NCSF summed it up best: "If it's not consensual, it's not BDSM." The question is, do you consent to this behavior? Was it discussed and you aware this was a possible outcome to specific behavior? If the answer is no, than you might be being abused, psychologically. However, only you can answer Read more… for yourself; as outside perspectives, no one else is going to know the full situation you are in to answer for you. Googling "BDSM versus abuse" and also "signs of domestic/psychological abuse" is a good place to start.

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  • 16.02.2018 6:46:49
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Making a pitch on Saturday! Excited!!!
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Cade
(CG) Round Three
(Preamble: This is the fourth chapter of “the Crying Game”.)
The pitiable girl wept for what seemed like many hours, huddled in on herself on the frigid concrete floor. Her traumatized ass pulsed with each heartbeat, as if the flow of blood into her broken flesh was enough to cause more pain. Read more…Although her legs were beginning to cramp, the slightest movement of upper leg muscles rewarded her with new suffering. Just thinking about trying to stand was torturous, and she started whimpering again. Of course, she knew the game wasn't over, and repeating this gave her the courage to timidly stretch her legs, groaning as portions of her bum burst into flames.
An extended hand startled her; the sadist was near invisible in his black outfit with the darkness as backdrop. She took his hand in trepidation, as if she was proffering her limb to a vicious wolf, blood and death thick on his bated breath. He gently helped her to her feet, giving her a chance to get her balance against the table before strolling back to the deck of cards. The shivering girl stood with both hands on the tabletop, holding herself up, her gaze locked on the shimmering puddle where her head had been. He studied her, taking in the measure of her anguish; she appeared dazed to his scrutiny.
“Can you continue? Shall you surrender?” he sounded concerned and entertained, the Bastard had an uncanny, yet annoying habit of causing conflicts in her emotions. Case in point: she loathed him in this moment, but at the same time, wanted nothing more than for him to fuck her as cruelly as the thrashing she had just suffered at his very hand. She wanted to stare augers into his skull, but as she raised her view to his face, she couldn't bring herself to look into those cold, dark eyes. Rather, she merely leered at his thick lips, edges turned upward in that infuriating self-satisfied grin.
Anger and arousal welled up inside her. “I'm not done yet,” her confident toned surprised even her, and definitely didn't reflect the disquiet she honestly felt. She stepped into position grimacing, sliding down the table surface slowly, but far less willfully.
Once her hands covered the X marks, he scanned her shivering form before stating, “Pick a number.”
“Five,” she sniffled, trying to remain strong.
The Bastard snickered, tapping absently on the deck with an index finger. His gaze fell to the cards as he turned the top one over, and threw it listlessly to the discard pile. “Four,” he remarked, looking at the Four of Clubs in disdain. “That means you win, and will only receive five strikes. Which item will it be this time?”
As if struck with the cane again, the girl with the very tender bottom abruptly began to weep once more. Not because of the intense pain she still felt; not even because of the overwhelming anticipation of the flagellation yet to occur. It wasn't fear, hatred, or anger that caused her emotional out pour. It wasn't even how much she desired to scream “I surrender” at him until her lungs were empty and throat parched. In fact, all of those things were furthest from her thoughts as the weeping became blubbering, with giant droplets falling from her lashes and snot dribbling from her nose.
“What is it?” he spoke in a smooth, calm tone while reaching into his back left pocket to fetch a black hankie. He offered it in her direction, but she did not move to take it. With a smirk he said, “Take it, clean your face.” The timorous girl peeked up at the dark gentleman, then looked to the hankie before lifting an apprehensive hand to take it. She raised to her elbows and wiped at her cheeks and eyes, taking in his scent on the thin fabric. It was strangely comforting to have him wash over her in such a way, and it restored her determination to see the game through, stopping her tears. All she needed to do was get through another round.
She blew her nose into his hankie and handed it back as she muttered, “Thank you.”
He took the soiled rag with a scrupulous glare, leaving it on the corner of the table. Once the girl had settled, he asked, “Are you alright?”
“It's just...” she sniffled, interrupting herself, “It's just that I don't remember which items I've already picked.” She raised her hand to her face, trying vainly to hold back the immense emotion she was experiencing. Just considering the possibility of choosing the cane again made the wounded girl pule.
A heavy hand stroked her hair softly. “That's okay. Start with one you know you haven't picked, “ his voice was warm and encouraging.
“How many jokers were there?” she asked, calm once more.
“Just one to choose,” he raised a single finger to emphasize.
She considered briefly before saying, “Joker, then.”
He turned to the various instruments, quickly locating the tool she had decided. Flipping over the Red Joker, he picked up the trite item, easily hidden in his palm. “Just as the Joker is wild in many games, so is it a wild card in this game. The good news is,” she could tell he meant that ironically even though his back was to her, “you won't be getting hit this round.” He sniggered as the thunderous crackle of electricity frightened her to attention.
“This is a mini-stun gun. It's much smaller than the average stun gun, but only at a small cost to strength. That shouldn't fool you, though,” he let the small, rectangular black box crackle again as if to hammer the point home; the unsuspecting girl jumped with the abrupt noise. He trekked beside the table on her right, causing her to shift around and fidget to better hold him in her vantage. Certainly, that device terrified her, but not nearly as much as the sadist poised to strike just behind her.
He surveyed his artistry thus far, regarding it with a fond grin. Several places on her ass were already a very dark purple, almost black in contrast to her pale flesh. Across these, glowing red double lines traced the curvature of her cheeks, offering raised welts for his fingernails to rudely scratch through. Small drops of crimson flaked in some spots, but any slight wounds had already scabbed over. He cupped her buttock in his palm, and she pressed back into him in wanton desire.
“This is going to be a different kind of pain from what you've experienced so far,” he said absently, enjoying the heat radiating from her bum. “But have no doubt: This is going to hurt. You can cry and scream, even cuss and curse me. But I would remind you, do not move from your position.” A second passed, and as if an afterthought he cryptically added, “Oh, try not to forget to count.”
She puzzled over his wording of his last statement, but only for the moment. She flinched as the cold metal probes made contact with her battered skin, but the next moment, there was only disorientation and bewilderment, a surge of contractions tore through her body like echos of mistreatment. It left her nauseous as the waves subsided, and she wasn't even sure what she was doing. For some strange reason beyond her awareness, she felt the tickle of a word bubbling up in her throat; she opened her mouth and “One” floated out.
Her frail body hung limp over the edge of the table. She couldn't remember what she was doing, but knew she shouldn't move. The convulsions claimed her again, causing her to rattle violently on the tabletop. She was spitting afterwards, and angrily shouted, “Two!” The second shock seemed to clear the cobwebs from her mind, and she knew where she was once more. She also had a better understanding of what he meant by a different kind of pain, as she could feel the electricity throughout her entire body. What sounded like thunder distracted her just before being jolted another time, her body springing to life and dancing wildly; it was beginning to feel like she had exercised extensively after being stationary for a long time. “Three,” slipped passed her lips, and she realized a metallic taste lingering in her mouth.
She also realized he was suddenly on her left side, somehow. Her memories were fragmented, but she did not recall him moving, at all. He pressed the small box against a sensitive portion of her tattered bum and lit her up, a ragdoll being shook by a petulant child. Pain covered her form like a blanket of jagged glass, and she was sweating profusely under it. Only, she wasn't hot; to the contrary, the cool air felt like ice against the perspiration. Fresh teardrops dripped from her cheeks as she weakly mewed, “Four.”
With a single step forward, she could feel his slacks on her leg, and she adjusted her footing to make sure she was still in the proper position despite the tremors. He slipped his empty hand between her thighs, and nonchalantly remarked, “What a filthy painslut! For all the fussing and tears, it's here,” his fingertip glazed over her swollen, soaked vulva as if to draw unnecessary attention to the area, “that you are most wet. I guess I need to be more cruel; or maybe I just need to change the name of this to the Gushing Game.” The Bastard chuckled, obviously pleased with his cleverness.
Or maybe he was just that pleased with his cruelty, she would come to realize all too late. The small black box pressed against her clit, and in that moment, she knew she would learn, intimately, the depth of the monster's sadistic bite. As if lightning struck her cunt, she shrieked deafeningly, the throbbing ache ripping her awareness from her. It took so much energy for her to not cover her crotch with her hands and clamp her legs together tight, but she knew not to move for some reason, the importance beyond her.
Twitching slightly still, she found that she was weeping again. Far more embarrassing was the consciousness that she was urinating freely, pissing right on the floor with the sadistic fucker laughing over her. She wanted to yell at him, hurling hostile insults at the beast as if to spear him, maybe hoping to scare him away. She knew better though, and as she finished her potty break, she groaned out a victorious, “Five.” She felt like she was foaming at the mouth, and she hurt so bad all over.
However, he was right about something, she thought to herself as she watched him stalk to the instrument table to deposit the stun gun. She was aroused. “This round is over, you may move,” he spoke in a proud tone she thought, and it only made her more horny for him. Of course, she couldn't quite manage to budge a finger yet without a grimace. Rather, she melted into the hard wooden surface, enjoying the experience and the release.
“Once you can move,” there was a stern note in his voice, “clean up your mess.”
(To be continued...)
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saphy
saphy Oh dear God what a fucking arsehole of a man!!!! 😡😡 but....everyone just loves a sadist lol in truth though, I don't think I'd have made it past the previous deck of cards - kudos to her for that! Strong will is soooooo under appreciated lol......another great extract Cade! Well bloody done!!!! 👏👏 Oh dear God what a fucking arsehole of a man!!!! 😡😡 but....everyone just loves a sadist lol in truth though, I don't think I'd have made it past the previous deck of cards - kudos to her for that! Strong will is soooooo under appreciated lol......another great extract Cade! Well bloody done!!!! 👏👏
LikeCade · 21.02.2018 20:24:29
SotaZero
SotaZero 😂😂 wait ... The stun gun was at half velocity 😈😈 😂😂 wait ... The stun gun was at half velocity 😈😈
LikeCade · 18.02.2018 13:05:59
Charmaine
Charmaine id like 2 get a stun gun to his nads id like 2 get a stun gun to his nads
LikeCade, BigPolly · 17.02.2018 4:40:27
Cade
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What do you want to tell men?
It's okay to be a man!
Cade
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What do you want to tell women?
It's okay to be a woman!
Cade
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What characteristics make a person sexually attractive?
Intelligence. The ability to learn and grow. Passion.