Okay, i’m still thinking about that slapping post (here!) and how brilliantly cruel it is.

There you have your whumpee, being slapped, which is still (all things considered) a fairly harmless type of whump. It’s probably one of the first things that happens in a captivity scenario, in a kidnapping, an interrigation, a punishment. You know, before the actual damage. So it’s at the stage where most whumpees will still be defiant, hoping to hold up against their whumper, maybe insult them, do anything but give them what they want. And not reacting to pain is a good way to do that! Pretty standard, defiant “you can’t hurt me” way to show the whumper that they don’t really have power over them. Not reacting is that bit of control still left to the whumpee, even when bound, gagged, or beaten, it’s that bit of power they can still excert even when they’re captured or otherwise incapacitated.

But then the whumper takes that, and twists it around, and makes it into something else entirely.

“You’re so good at keeping still”, “you took that so well”, “not even a gasp? Nothing? Impressive”.

“Very good”, “i’m glad to see you’ve learned to keep still”, “good pet”.

And with that, their defiance is dissipated. With a few simple words, the tables have turned. They’re playing the whumper’s game now. Whatever defiance that refusal to react encoded, it doesn’t mean the same thing anymore, no, now it’s playing right into the whumper’s hands. It’s doing exactly what they want, doing exactly as they’re told.

It’s putting them into the role of a submissive, crawling pet, trying to earn the whumper’s favour, when that was the last thing they wanted to do. What a brilliantly cruel way to turn the situation around.

galaxy-whump:

The whumper praises the whumpee for not reacting when they’re slapped in the face.

sensuallyexplicitreturns:

The looks on each of their faces when you open the box and show them the butt plugs…

‘Who wants to pick first?’

They didn’t know that they’d be picking for one of the other girls.

Or that only the one wearing the big one would be allowed to cum.

I’ve torn back the peels of the banana in hopes to clear my suspicions that it’s a vegetable and not a fruit. After all, it wasgreen. It wasn’t ready, yet forcefully, I tug and pull at the tough skin, anticipating the worst. Funny how I knew all along that it was a fruit. I knewfrom the very start. Yet to my surprise, I took a bite. I hungered for the tart aftermath that left my tongue frayed.

Maileta /// now, chew and swallow

60 Seconds

Stop breathing, baby. Yes, right now. You look so pretty with those wide eyes.

What’s the matter, sweetheart?

I really need you to try your best. You can breathe whenever you like, princess. Just keep going as long as you can. I’ll try not to be too disappointed, okay? I’m used to you letting me down.

Your eyes look like you want to beg, but I really don’t understand. I’m not touching you, darling. You’re doing this to yourself.

I can tell it’s getting hard for you. Your face looks funny when it’s red like this. Hold still while I take a photo. I can tell you’re trying really hard. You won’t disappoint me, will you?

Pressing your lips together like that makes you look like such a cutie. Why are you frightened, kitten? You sick little girl, look at what you’re doing.

Maybe you’ve had your last breath, baby. You poor thing, you didn’t even know. I think this might be the end for you.

You’re always were this stubborn. I told you it’s okay to breathe, I can tell you need to and we both know what a selfish girl you are. I know you’ll turn out like the other bitches, just another quitter.

Are you okay, kitten? You look like you’re panicking. Stop shaking your head baby, you’re making no sense.

You’ll never disappoint me, will you? I need to know, I won’t have to leave if you prove your devotion to me is stronger than those silly little human instincts.

Did you think when I said I’d snuff you, I’d use my own hands? You’re sparing me the effort, sweetie.

Is every inch of you screaming? Are the voices telling you to just breathe? Is my voice inside your mind too, baby? Weak, confused little whore.

Tick tock, baby. You’ll never disappoint me again.

Obsession

Please can I cum, Daddy? Yes, I want it please. We can play your game, Daddy. No more orgasms again.

Singular. Orgasm. I can’t have that orgasm, can I? But I want to cum so bad, Daddy. Throbbing, aching cunt. Fuck, I need to cum.

But my orgasm would feel so good, wouldn’t it? Wouldn’t it feel nice to cum? Rushes of pleasure through my cunt, Daddy. Euphoria. Ecstasy. Release. Please, please can I cum?

I think it started as a little orgasm but now it’s gotten so big… Every edge makes it bigger and stronger, Daddy. Each passing day makes it grow and grow… I can almost feel it in the air, Daddy, please please can I have it?

So many days of wanting. I don’t remember what an orgasm feels like, Daddy… They feel like a cascade of pleasure, don’t they, Daddy? Torrents of pure bliss. I think they used to feel nice, Daddy…

I need to cum, Daddy. Please, please let me cum. I can feel my orgasm, ready to tip over the edge. Please, please let me cum…

I can’t stop thinking about it, Daddy. I think I’m starting to obsess. My throbbing cunt a constant reminder of the orgasm I want to have. Please Daddy, let me cum.

But what if my orgasm is too big, Daddy? A million nerve endings exploding in my clit… Maybe it’s too much now, Daddy. Such a big feeling in my little throbbing clit. You’re right, it sounds painful. Intense, forceful, violent. All inside my cunt.

Daddy I’m afraid… I don’t want to hurt. I think the pain is too much, Daddy. Yes, I know I’m weak. Please don’t let me hurt. Daddy, it’s not a game anymore. I’m hopeless, desperate with need.

I’m obsessed with my cunt, Daddy. I’m scared to lose the throbbing. Who would I be without it? Will I be a different girl, Daddy? Will you still want me?

I’m so scared of the shame, Daddy. The waves of shame hitting me like bricks after my orgasm crashes into me. Drowning me with regret. I don’t think I could breathe, Daddy. I can’t face the shame.

Don’t let me cum please, Daddy. Please take my orgasm away. Yes Daddy, I promise. I’ll never cum again.

Two Faced

“You’ve been such a good girl recently, I bought you a little present.” He hands me a Sephora bag.

I open it slowly, expecting perfume, he likes to choose which one I wear. It’s a… concealer palette. An expensive one.

“I love it Daddy, thank you so much.” I reach up to kiss him.

“Aren’t you going to try it, baby? You need to practice.”

“Practice what, Daddy? I’m already wearing make-up today.”

He smirks. His expression changes. I see that familiar evil glint in his eyes. I take a step backwards, he follows. My back reaches the wall. He reaches out, forces my head to one side.

“So pretty.” He strokes my face with his fingertip, lingering at a spot below my eye. His fingers trace an X.

“Hold still, baby.” His fist smacks into my face, making contact with the corner of my eye. Before I can react he strikes me again. He’s pinning me against the wall while he punches me in the same place, over and over. I scream and sob and beg him to let go. I can feel my eyelid start to swell, I don’t need to look in a mirror to know a big ugly bruise is forming. He’s fast, precise, hitting the same spot over and over. I squeeze my eyes shut, praying for it to be over. His fist keeps delivering punches to my face, my ears are ringing and my head is throbbing. I feel sick. He stops suddenly and grabs my chin, forcing my face towards the light, examining his handiwork. He smiles, apparently satisfied.

“Now you can practice with your new make-up baby, we can’t have anyone seeing what a fucking mess you are.” He throws me to the floor.

I crawl towards the palette and with trembling hands open it, looking for the mirror in the lid. I’m not pretty anymore. Mascara tears trail down my cheeks, as grey as bruise around my eye. The burst blood vessels in my eye are as scarlet as my swollen cheek. By the morning I’m going to look like a fucking monster.

I pick up the brush and get to work, erasing my secrets and shame.

Ephemera

“Look at her. Look at what you’ll never be.” On my hands and knees, he fucks me, her photograph on my pillow.

“Why can’t you just be her?” Harder, deeper, slamming himself into my aching body.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I can’t be good enough.” My voice trembles as he winds my hair around his fist.

“I fucking hate you.” He lands a punch on the side of my head. His fist makes contact with my ear. Again. Vicious, angry, chaotic. Blood fills my mouth as tears fall onto her photograph.