1. The Dark Side


    Date: 10/21/2014, Categories: Fiction, Author: afroerotik, Rating: 50, Source: sexstories.com

    experience a great deal more discomfort before the evening is over.” If only her tone wasn’t so calming and reassuring, if her voice wasn’t so soft and seductive. If it matched the discomfort he was feeling, he could wrap his head around the entire situation. This was strange, unfamiliar territory, uncharted waters as it were. She grabbed a pole and used it to pull a hook down from the ceiling. Before David even had a chance to object, she had placed the connecting links of the handcuffs to the hook and released it and it immediately pulled his arms above his head tautly. David dangled like some sort of kinky, naked piñata, his toes barely touching the floor. One minute suspended like that felt like an eternity. David screamed. He didn’t yell, he wasn’t speaking in a raised, angry voice, he screamed out like he was afraid for his life. It’s not a sensation many people ever experience and it was one that David had never even imagined he was capable of experiencing. He was more terrified of the unknown than the actual sensation of pain, although, the pain was quite intense. The more he struggled, the more he panicked and the more he panicked the more he cried like a baby. Desiree wasn’t the least bit phased by his antics. The room was completely soundproofed and the night was oh so young. “Let me go, bitch! Let me down!” David flailed and kicked, missing any contact with this cruel woman by more than a foot because he had no leverage, no balance. His arms ached, burned. ...
    Desiree’ remedied the situation by putting legs irons on him that left his legs immobilized about three feet apart. “Your name is now Dayo. It’s a West African name, it’s actually a girl’s name but you won’t mind, will you?” “You fucking bitch, my God damn name isn’t Die yo. It’s Bob . . . it’s . . . fuck it, it’s David,” he said, relinquishing the need for fake names, breathless and crying now. All he wanted in that moment, all he needed was relief from the excruciating burning in his wrists, arms, and shoulders. “Now, now, Dayo! Calm down. Take a deep breath. She took off her glove and began caressing his naked flesh. It did calm him. His brain registered her touch as soothing and healing. She kept instructing him to take deep breaths as she stroked his reddened flesh. His arms were now numb and the pain was dull as she softly ran her fingertips up and down his skin, stroking his rising cock. He didn’t want to get hard, he didn’t think it was possible under the circumstances but damn it all, he was. He hated himself for being aroused in that moment. “I would love to let you down but I’m afraid I can’t. You see. I need to beat you, torture you until such time as you relinquish your name. You not only have to accept your new name, you have to hate your birth name. I am terribly sorry but I must inflict so much pain that you embrace your new name with gratitude. That’s what my ancestors endured, the ones kidnapped and brought 1000s of miles from their homes to be enslaved like ...
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