Page 11 of Interview with a Sadist
“Was it difficult for you to see me out there? I saw you watching me all night,” I said as I stood up and walked behind her. I crouched again, and began putting her curly blonde hair into a ponytail.
“Yes, sir,” she answered. “I’ve wanted to touch you all night. I wanted them all to see that I belong to you. I wanted you to claim me in front of everyone.”
“It was difficult for me, too. You're so fucking beautiful, and I swear I can hear your skin calling to me, begging me to wreak havoc on it. I’ve fought my desire all night, but now that I have you all to myself, I won’t fight it anymore. I’m going to unleash it on you. Are you ready, Little One?”
She exhaled and let her head fall back onto my chest. “Yes, sir.”
“Good.”
In a flash, I wrapped my fist around her new ponytail and used it to lift her onto her feet. She let out an excited gasp as I made her stand and forced her to walk over to my desk in the center of the room. The second we reached it, I forced her to bend over the top. I pressed her face against the wood with one hand, and used the other to bring her wrists together behind her back. Nothing I did was sensual or romantic. It was all aggressive and forceful. Just the way she liked it, which is why I loved it.
“Don't fucking move,” I said, still pressing her head against the desk.
“Yes, sir,” she replied in a lustful whisper.
Now that I had her in position, I bent down and yanked her black pants from around her waist. She fought back a squeal of delight as I pulled them all the way down to her ankles, exposing her voluptuous ass. It took all of my restraint not to spank it or plunge my face between her cheeks. I barely managed to stand up. Luckily, I wouldn’t have to wait much longer.
“God, Little One, you're so perfect,” I told her as I took a step back just to admire how amazing she looked bent over in front of me. She was incredible—blemishes, bruises and all. She was a sheet of paper waiting to be drawn on. Her skin yearned to be turned into a new work of art, and I was meant to be her Rembrandt.
My Little One remained quiet as I left her bent over on the desk and made my way to the back corner of the office, where an elegant black cabinet awaited me. Its doors are beautifully decorative, with thin pieces of mitered trim running diagonally across them. It’s an exquisite piece of furniture, but it’s not what’s on the outside that I love. It’s what’s inside.
After entering a three-digit combination on a small lock, I opened the doors to the cabinet to reveal an eclectic display of sex toys. Just looking at it put a smile on my face, and I took a second to breathe in the smell of expensive leather. Inside sat three rows of vibrators, three rows of butt plugs, three rows of dildos, and three rows of clit suckers, all on separate shelves. The bottom shelf showcased a display of bondage toys—ropes, handcuffs, zip ties, chains, and duct tape, but the doors held my pride and joy.
On each door hung all of my toys used for impact play. The left door was covered from top to bottom with floggers and whips, while the right held paddles, riding crops, and a few bamboo canes. These are the toys that bring me the most joy, because they’re the ones that cause the most damage to the skin. They’re my favorite, and with a selection this expansive, it’s hard to choose just one. So, I didn’t.
Instinctively, my hands moved with minds of their own, grabbing everything I wanted to use on my submissive’s perfect body, and I carried them back over to the desk. I placed each item on the wood directly in front of her so she could see what I was about to use on her. First was the riding crop, then the paddle, followed by the bamboo cane. I watched as her eyes fixated on the toys and grew with lustful anticipation.
“You waited so patiently, Little One. Are you ready for your reward?” I asked, my voice rumbling in her ear as I leaned over her back and pushed my growing erection against her ass.
“Yes, sir,” she answered.
“Do you want me to hurt you?” I asked.
“Yes, sir. Please.”
“Why?”
“Because I love the pain you give me. It feels so good to hurt for you, sir.”
My cock throbbed against my pants just listening to her. The amazing thing about my Little One was that she was a masochist. She enjoyed the pain. She wanted it. She craved it, and she knew that I would inflict it on her better than anybody else ever would. My sadism has no limits, and together, she and I created the most beautiful chaos.
“You’re so perfect for me, Little One,” I told her as I stood up straight and reached for the riding crop. “It’s my pleasure to ruin you.”
“Ruin me, sir. Fucking destroy me.”
“Spread your legs,” I commanded, and she immediately did as she was told, granting me unfettered access to her bare ass and pussy, and once I had her permission, I began.
With a quick snap of my wrist, I smacked the leather end of the riding crop directly against her pussy. She let out a surprised gasp, but didn't move. Goddamn it, I loved it. The clit is such a sensitive place, most women wouldn't dream of having it spanked with a piece of leather, but in this lifestyle, barriers of fear crumble beneath our feet. We discover advanced forms of pleasure that would boggle the mind of someone outside of this community, and we proudly swim in it, allowing new sensations of bliss and satisfaction to wash over us like waves. Here, pleasure has no limitations.
Over and over again, I spanked the end of the riding crop against her pussy until it was as red. Blood gathered in her clit, making it even more sensitive for my touch, but I wasn’t satisfied. I dropped the crop on the floor behind me and reached for the paddle. She watched me pick it up, and her body writhed on the desk, searching for a release of the tension that was building up, but she’d find none. Her only release would be what I gave her with my cock soon, but she hadn't earned it yet.
“Stop fucking moving,” I snipped, and she instantly went still. “Good girl. Now bring your legs together.”
“Yes, sir,” she replies, before placing her feet side by side and sticking her ass in the air. She knows what’s coming, and there's no need to drag it out.
The sound of the paddle smacking against her bare ass cracked like a thunderclap. Unlike the crop on her clit, I didn’t have to exercise restraint with this toy, because her ass could handle much more than her clit could. So, I didn't hold back when I paddled her. I hit her again, and my insides exploded with fulfillment as her skin turned bright red. It was fucking beautiful to watch her go from white to crimson, and my cock stiffened to the point of pain. It turned me on so much I could barely take it, but I kept going, and her breathing became labored as the pain intensified with each hit. By the time I was done, the cheeks of her ass were like two glowing roses.
“You’re a fucking work of art,” I said with bated breath.
