It’s Hammertime

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I hit him with something and my face is close to his turned-away head and I say ‘did you like that?‘

I say stuff like that all the time. Did you like that? Do you love me? What are you thinking about? How does it feel? Did it hurt? A lot? That kind of stuff. I like to chat.

But anyway, I say, did you like that? and he turns his head to face me so fast and he says ‘No‘ or even ‘NO‘. Like he’s so, so angry. I like it when he’s angry.

I love no.

But it’s messy as ever. I had duct taped him to the coffee table – but one earlier misjudged bit of gloating about how he couldn’t get free, led to him arching like an animal and snapping the double and triple thickness tape – just because I suggested he might not be able to. There are marks on his skin where he pulled and ripped the tape away. Such a mess.

I hit him more and he yells and I gag him ’cause it’s loud and I’m dreamy-soft then making different shades of red all over his big back. When I ask him what he’s thinking he says that he is trying not to move too much because it pulls on the handcuffs. Handcuffs that are the only reason he’s still attached to the table at all.

Despite his claims of caution his wrists end up bruised. Later I tell him that it is starting to look like I might actually have to learn how to tie him up properly. He laughs at me.

And after he has gone I masturbate about saving myself the trouble and just using nails.

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