30 Days of Kink: Fantasies

Day 6: Describe your weirdest/most interesting sexual fantasy.

Eyes flutter open to darkness, dim lighting in a cold room. The immediate reaction is the skin's change from soft to pebbled, then the adjusting of the pupils to focus on something, anything. They move around a bit, testing the shackles and squinting their eyes, looking in the direction of candles placed on a desk where implements are laid out, ready, waiting.

"You took surprisingly long." Somewhere, where did the voice come from? They don't know that it's from a chair, directly across from them. Legs folded, fingers tapping the arm rests. Bored. Contemplative. What direction should I take this in, which way should I go? Getting up causes a disturbance in the room's silence, but it's short, fast. Implement chosen, I move to them and run its tails along their thighs. "You're late."

They sigh and cough, then shift again under the restraints. Loosened tie, collar unbuttoned, laughing at the mere sight of them. I press the handle of the flogger between their thighs, rubbing it against them; I elicit a soft noise, get the reaction I've been waiting for. I bring the tails down against their thigh once, twice, three times, keep hitting them more and more until they finally cry out.

Then quiet. Nothingness.

Pure, empty room. I take a step back, set the flogger down, and pick up the candle. "Lift your thigh." They shake their head, put their thighs together tightly in defiance. Disobedience. Despicable, disgusting. My hand meets their cheek and my fingers wrap around their throat as I pour the wax down their body so that it reaches their naval, their legs. I put the candle on their shoulder, blow it out, and then spit in their face. "You disgust me," whispering in their ear as I undo my pants, let myself free. My grip tightens on their neck and they thrash around, the candle falling to the floor as wax gets all over the place.

Dirty. So dirty.

"Such a slut. Fucking whore." Legs lifted, thighs wrapped around my hips, hair in my hands as I enter them, their wrists rubbing against the shackles, burning and bleeding. My teeth sink into their skin, gnawing on any place that flesh resides, lips, neck, chest, arms. Bruises embedded in skin as they scream no, no, please, no, please stop.

But I can't, won't, don't want to. Fueled to keep going by their pleas, just want to come inside of them over and over again, fill them with all of me.

I stop. Let their body go limp, legs shaking as they fall. I undo their shackles, and they try to run, but I grab them by their hair and pull them back as they scream once more. Silenced by my hand smacking their face, making them fall to the floor. I press their cheek down with my shoe, and laugh.

"You don't leave until I'm done with you."

Never.