Jul 072008

She begs me for mercy. Tears ruin her make up and add a glistening shine to the hand marks on her cheeks. Her lipstick is smeared from the many ways I abused her mouth.

She begs me for mercy. Red stripes cover her breasts where the flogger has struck. The clamps dangle from her pinched nipples.

She begs me for mercy. She has long since stopped fighting against the restraints. Rope burns decorate her arms and thighs. The cold bench provides no comfort or escape.

She begs me for mercy.

I give her the mercy of my cock.

She thanks me with a scream.

  7 Responses to “Mercy”

  1. mmm. sounds good!

  2. what a lovely picture.

  3. This is the kind of writing that makes me instantly click “subscribe”. This is painfully forthright and ever so *present*. Thanks.

  4. Thank you everyone. I almost didn’t post this but I am glad I did.

  5. why in the world wouldn’t you post it, sweetie? you paint a richly detailed picture of actions, passions, and emotions in a very few, well-chosen words.

    not to mention making me disgustingly wet. ;-)

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