1. Blinded by the Light


    Date: 1/13/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Authoritarian, BDSM, Black, Bondage and restriction, Cruelty, Domination/submission, Extreme, Humiliation, Interracial, Torture, Author: afroerotik, Rating: 50, Source: sexstories.com

    her assertiveness and her cruelty in that moment. His mind raced trying to figure out how she had identified his fetish so completely in such a short period of time. He had to go to an Emergency Care office and there was a two hour wait. He contemplated just going home and wrapping it in an ace bandage and putting some ice on it so he could get ready to meet her but he stayed, against his first inclination he stayed. He wanted to get home to masturbate before the meeting but if he had broken bones, he didn’t want to have to explain to his coworkers why he didn’t get everything taken care of then and there. Nothing was broken but his hand was swollen and purple. That wasn’t the only thing that was swollen and purple to say the least. Bob was turned on like never before. What sort of woman would do that? What sort of women would show no remorse, not even an ounce of guilt or empathy after doing something so harsh? The woman of his dreams, that’s what sort of woman. All his life he’d fantasized about a woman who was unapologetically cruel and sadistic. She was Black, attractive, not quite rich but if she played her cards right and invested some of that money, she wouldn’t have to work again, or not very hard at least, and she seemed warped and twisted enough to fulfill all of his wildest dreams come true. And to top it off, she demanded his presence at dinner tonight. He was not going to be late even if he they had to amputate his entire arm. By the time he got home, he ...
    looked at porn and jerked off for a couple of hours. He had to use his left hand because his right hand was in a brace. He showered and dressed and stopped at the grocery store for a bouquet of cheap flowers because he didn’t want to show up empty handed. He had no idea what to expect from her. He knew that she didn’t find him attractive. She deserved a real man. He wasn’t a real man. Real men are assertive and confident; they aren’t warped masochists who get off on extreme pain. Real men are suave alpha males who dominate women not pain pigs who live from paycheck to paycheck just to keep their heads above water. He was three minutes late and she was already seated when the hostess showed him to her table. “Sit,” she ordered, pointing to the chair, the hostess taken aback by the strict tone of her voice. Bob slithered into the chair and awaited further instruction. She saw the brace on his hand and said, “No cast? I’ll have to do it harder next time.” Bob almost came in his pants. He looked at the menu nervously, not sure what to say. He was out of his element. He’d never been in a situation like this in his life and he wanted to show his reverence but he was terrified beyond belief. Not terrified of her but rather terrified that he would fuck up and ruin whatever was going to happen. The waiter came and she ordered for both of them, but not before making sure to ask him in front of the server if he had a little cock. Both Bob and the server blushed a deep shade of crimson red. ...
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