that doesn't surprise me at all.
Ah, you provoke my amazing dormant writing talents now. (sarcasm)
Just imagine this:
After a great dinner at the local exquisite restaurant, you head home with me. I look at you and can't wait: all the wonderful and delightful things that will happen soon! And its not because i do not like you, no! Its because i adore you! Your full of life, energetic, beautiful. Magnificent.
As we enter the house, i offer you to try some of my fine wine. I tell you with excitement how i have been storing it just for such an occasion. Of course, you can't say no to the offer now, it would be a big buzz kill. The great mood can't be ruined! You enter and i show you to the dinner table and go down stairs, in the basement, to get the wine. As i am walking down i once again imagine the awesome things that will very soon follow! My heart beats faster as i take the wine. I go to the kitchen to get glasses and pour the wine. I slip some sedative in one of the glasses. I try not to forget in which glass it is, as the thoughts of the near future are distracting me.
I come back to you and give you the wine with the most genuine smile on my face. At first you ask why i am smiling so much, but just moments after you take a sip and you are unconscious. I enjoy this moment for a second and then i get to it. I pick you up, with a bit of effort, and take you down in the basement. My basement is simple, a small wine shelf, a desk with a tool shelf... Ah those tools. Today was not a day for the tools, but they do bring out memories. Glorious memories. Memories which you could find in the piled up video tapes on another desk with a camera, a TV, a DVD player and a laptop. There is also a bed on the side, but it's not really used much, its here just for convenience.
At the middle of the room, right in front of the camera there is a chair. The chair however was also not for today. Today was a simple, but always so interesting method. I leave you on the bed and use a knife to rip your clothes off, i am too inpatient to do it gently and it doesn't matter anymore anyway. As i look at your naked body and most beautiful face, i think about how this was once again that moment in which all was coming to. This is what all of this was about. All the dates, the politeness. All that hard work finally paying off. But i do not have enough time, as the sedative is going to wear off soon, so i get to the final part of the preparation.
I tie your arms and legs in a vertical spread eagle position, with the chair being underneath you. Maybe i could of used the chair, would of been easier. But i wanted to see your entire body and i wanted to see how it will all flow. Today was not a chair day. I put a gag in your mouth, because i like the silence, i do not want to hear any of the annoying voices you will make when you wake up. Now its not about you. Its about me and my enjoyment of this moment. Although without you this would be impossible. But you are now working for me, you just don't realize it, however you realization is not relevant...
Now i wait for you to wake up. I have a special song ready on my laptop for that moment. It has been there for days.
Waiting for a minute now and i see you are waking up. I look at you, i look at your face. I want to see it and savor every moment. I am enjoying every little twitch, every movement of muscle on your face. I am now getting hard. Not hard enough, but still worth it.
After i enjoy this for a while, i ignore your now confused face and i go to the camera and turn it on. I play "Sugar Sugar" on the lap top and pick up the knife. I do not want to waste anymore time, the camera is rolling. You notice what i am doing and your face starts to tear up even more vividly. I once again have the most genuine smile on my face. My mind is now fixed and focused on the task at hand and i am enjoying it. Your moans are in the background of my ecstasy, as i walk to the chair under you. I move the chair from underneath you and get on it to reach your throat. I can't see your face now, so all i think of is the camera rolling. I grab your neck so you do not struggle too much and with a quick movement i slice your throat, but not too deep. Just enough to make you drown in your own blood. I do not want it to end immediately.
Now i pick the chair and sit in front of you, enjoying the sight, reminding myself why i didn't put you on the chair: the great flow of blood on your beautiful body would not be seen then. At the same time i am thinking what should i do next? And with whom?
All this while Sugar Sugar is playing on loop.
"All threads get derailed here, Turn."
Well yeah, but this derailment was like a drama black hole capable of feeding itself. That flavor of derailment is less common, save for some people that asked for it to the point of boring multi-topic repitition where most complaints are about said boredom (TK hazing for example). In this scenario, people cared.
"Because you also have this habit of making your remarks just vague enough to leave a wide margin for the reader to be able to interpret it in ways that may be totally off."
If not implying multiple meanings, sometimes leaving it like that can reveal more based on how it's perceived.
Not a fan I take it?
"What opinion are you trying to get across if you don't mind me asking you to be more direct?"
The opinion I am trying to get across is, even with this "resisted" bit as you're calling it, it still made for quite the popcorn eating blockbuster over the usual "Meh", and instead of being pure instigation or match meets gunpowder, this case was something else.
I just find your approach interesting and wanted to understand what was in your head this time. In more detail. That's all. Not about not being a fan.
What you just saw take place is how it used to be once upon a time when the forum was just a baby. I don't think I'm assuming here when i say that everyone involved, or even just those onlookers, went for a far better ride on this derailment, than they have in a long time- if they ever have done.
You open the door and he kneels obediently before you, just like you taught him. You smile and reach for his soft hair, and he shudders lightly.
Lovingly, you touch the scars you’ve left on his skin - scars running down his back, chest and thighs, that remind you of how harsh you needed to be to make him this compliant.
You don’t trust him enough to remove the handcuffs just yet but the way he closes his eyes and leans slightly in your touch tells you that moment will come soon enough. You bend down to kiss his bruised lips, and he responds with caution.
He doesn’t want to upset you tonight, like he did last night. Good.
Suddenly, you grab his cock and he inhales sharply, since it’s still very sore from last night’s punishment. You eye him intensely, warning him silently to behave.
You don’t miss that flicker of defiance before he casts his gaze down to the floor, so you slap him hard across his face. “Mine†you whisper firmly in his ear, as you feel his cock hardening in your hand…
You love it when his body betrays him like that… You push him down on the floor and straddle him, his handcuffed arms are trapped painfully under him, as you press hard against his flesh
He squirms and moans, and that arouses you to no end
You caress his chest, fingernails scratching seductively his skin leaving red lines in their path…His lips are parted and his throat is exposed and he looks beautiful and vulnerable…
You plant soft kisses on his neck, and your breath quickens in anticipation of that blissful feeling of having that throat tighten around your cock… >:3
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