Discountenance

By Brewt.Blacklist

September 2012

THE SUBMISSIVES I have encountered have all been quite delicate creatures, easy to frighten, easy to offend. Mouthy as hell.

When they are not on their knees, of course.

Indeed. It's as though they save all their strength for then.

Probably a defensive mechanism. I suspect the verbal attacks are that, too.

Possibly. Take this one, for example.

My Lord, I . . .

Shut up. Don't interrupt me. God damn it, what was I saying? Oh, yes. When this one isn't here with me, she, as you well know, is a bubbly energetic little feminazi, hating all things male, always making sure all the little boys around her are kowtowing to her every whim. Which, interestingly enough, she completely recants when she's here with me.

Really?

Yes, she repents of all her little put-downs and control-grabs and paper efforts at being a dominant and in control of her life that she doesn't let anyone ever get out from under. Like with you.

Yeah, tell me about it.

Here, she's a gutter hole, and allows herself to be used and abused until someone else is happy: me. It is quite amazing, her little hocus pocus act of a quick change in and out of something her mother would be proud of. She goes from princess to slave when she walks through that door.

So she segregates her life. She lives in boxes.

A box for when she wants to feel good about herself, a box for when she doesn't feel good about herself, a traveling box, an in-front-of-her-mother box, a working box, a shopping box, a god-I'm-bored-entertain-me box, an admire-me-look-don't-touch box, a leave-me-the-fuck-alone box---which she keeps you in, by the way, and a box that she hides from everyone that she is deeply ashamed of and cannot keep out of no matter how hard she tries. She hides it from everyone except me. Here. And now, of course, you.

Why me?

Believe you me, this wasn't her idea. You were pretty much the last person on earth she wanted to have this part of herself exposed to. She said so. Which is why I picked you.

I'm not sure that makes me feel any better.

And that doesn't matter in the least little bit to anyone except her. At this point, if we were to ask her, she would rather you had never even been born. And your foolish admission that you are even slightly uncomfortable here gives her a glee you can't see.

So she really does hate me. I'd suspected, but I never gave credence to that thought before. Tried not to think about it.

Before tonight, she actually didn't care about you one way or the other. You were just a fly to her, a speck, an annoying gnat. You were kind of a name in a hat. Now her interest in you is through the damn roof: now she'd just as soon see you die a grisly and horrifying death than have you be here with me. In flames. Wouldn't you, my dear?

. . .

Why isn't she answering? I thought you said she was submissive.

Because if she answers with the truth of her feelings and insults you, she knows she'll be punished quite severely, and if she lies and tells you how wrong I am and how much she cares about you---please don't do this to you for your sake, ha, ha---she'll be punished most severely for untruthfulness. And if she doesn't say anything, she'll be punished exceedingly severely for not answering my question. A lovely quandary, don't you think?

So it doesn't matter what she does, she'll be punished.

Yes, she will be. Interesting how she picked the one she thought she could save face with, don't you think?

I HAVE never done this before.

Obviously.

Do you have a suggestion?

First of all, you don't need to tie her up.

Why not?

She's not going anywhere. And it will be harder for her; it's amusing to have to force herself to stay there and submit to you without the added benefit of being forced from the outside.

So what keeps her here?

You'll have to ask her that, but she won't have an answer. She doesn't understand it herself. It's nothing rational. She can stand up and walk away at any time. She. Just. Doesn't.

So what, she'll just endure it all right there?

Absolutely. Watch. Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhhh! Hhhh.

Quite the act.

Not an act. You do it. Convince yourself.

I don't know that I can; it goes against everything I've ever been taught.

So? It goes against everything she's ever been taught as well. Not to mention her feelings. And the endless prattle about respect for women she carries on with day in, day out, about how men are supposed to be nice to women, to care for them, put them on pedestals? Puh-lease. Ooohh, and now our poor little baby girl hurts; see? Tears. Here. Take this, and do it.

HARDER.

Uh.

Harder, you fool.

Uuhh.

You're not even going to get her attention that way. I suppose just using your hand isn't going to be any better. Hang on. Let me look around . . . here. Use these.

I would hate those.

Not as much as she does. Come on; man up. Do something to her you wouldn't allow to happen to you. Something horrible. It's what you're here for.

I don't think this is what I had in mind.

It'll be alright. Tell him.

. . .

I said tell him.

Y-you can u-u-u-use those. On me.

Be more adamant, bitch. Beg. Persuade him.

Pl-please. Put themmm in in in me.

More. Put your heart into it. For your friend.

I want you to do it. Please. I beg you.

Con. Vince. Him. Whore.

I'll I'll help. And I'll . . . I'll suck your cock.

You haven't had the time of day for me for months. And now you'll suck my cock to get me to hurt you with . . . these.

Yes.

Before, or after?

. . .

Uuhhh! Sometimes, I do not know why I put up with this little moron. She doesn't seem to want to learn. Uuhhh!!

Maybe this is fun for her.

Uuhhh!!! Answer him: before, Uuhhh!! or after? Uuhhh!!!

Arrgh. Hhh. Both. Hhhh.

Why?

I don't know how to answer that. Sir.

Are you going to take that?

I don't believe you. Prove it.

Ow. Mmmm. Ow. I'll just would you like how about if I . . . this? Please, sit down, I'll show you. That's it. Yes. Let me touch you here, yes, oh, oh, there it is, there you are, mmm, mmmmnngkygnk mmmm mmm

She's sucking your cock. Think about it; how long have you fantasized about that? Dreamed about it? Whacked off to the idea of her putting your cock in her mouth willingly?

A lot.

Mmm Mmm Mmm Mngyk ngyk ngyk ngyk ngyk.

Really? Because it doesn't seem to be doing it for you.

'Cause you're here.

I don't think so. It's because you wanted something else from her; a blowjob just isn't enough, is it.

Mngyk ngyk ngyk ngyk ngyk.

Yes. No. Shit, yes. Something else.

Mngyk ngyk ngyk ngyk ngyk.

. . . hhh . . .

Mngyk ngyk ngyk ngyk ngyk.

This is boring. Let's get at it. Put this in her. While she's doing that.

Hhhh. Fine. Where, here?

MmmmhmhMHM! MMMHNGNGHK!

Murmph. I suppose I'm taking a chance here that she's going to fucking bite me, huh.

Nonsense. If she bites you, we'll do something truly terrible to her. She knows that. Again.

MmHmMM! MMhhmmMM! MngkygknmMMM!

Fuck, this is starting to work for me.

Doubtless. Having a woman rape her own mouth with your cock while you are hurting her, while you are sticking her with something like THISSS!!! is one of the best things in the world. I live for that shit.

MMMANNhhhhh hhhh hhhh hhhh.

Close your lips around his cock. Suck him down. Make yourself uncomfortable. Now stick her. Ssslllooowwwlllyyy.

MGYNKNGYK! MGNGKNGNMGNHhhhHHH!

Jesus Christ! I have never felt anything like that before!

You know where it's even better to have your dick? In her ass. While you're pulling on her hair with one hand and choking her with the other, and someone else is whipping the ever loving shit out of her tits, her stomach, her pussy, and oh, let me tell about what the cane can do to her. Cigarettes. Wax. Electricity. Alligator clips being ripped off her like a zipper. You will never feel anything else like that in your entire life. There's no point in hurting her if you're not inside her. And that is why you are here. You, you fucking lucky-ass bastard. Give me those. I'm going to stick them all in her ass . . .

MMMUUWWAHHH AARRH! ARRGGHGH! HHH! ARRGHGHG!!

That's what I want. Stick her slower. Oh, god. I'm gonna want her fucking ass, come here, deeper, you slut, take it all down, make as much noise as you can, fuck you, you cunt, do it, I'm gonna cum down your throat and when I'm done I'm gonna slap your pretty little dolled-up face until I can't lift my hand and you're going to have to explain the bruises as an accident to all your friends and I'm going to hang you by your hair yes yes YES YES YES . . . .

NO.

What do you mean, 'no'?

Exactly what it sounds like. It is not gonna happen.

So what, you think it's all going to go back to the way it was?

Yes.

That's not what I want.

I don't care. You don't get it, do you. I didn't do that for you; I did it for Him. And now that it's over, it's never going to happen again. Ever.

Uh huh.

Besides, who's going to believe you? Now fuck off, you shit-eating bastard. Leave me the hell alone. Don't you even try to talk to me again.

. . .

. . . Good talk . . . Shit. You forgot your coffee.

HEY. YEAH, you were completely correct. Practically verbatim. Uh huh. Abso-fucking-lutely. Wouldn't. Miss. It.

YOU REMEMBER your friend, don't you?

Shit.

What was that?

Yes. Yes, of course, I remember him.

There is a long string of profanity running through her head right now. Watch her face; you can see it all. See how the breathing stress has kicked in? She's adjusting herself. Lowering herself. Fighting whatever the fuck it is she believes she comes here to conquer.

She is really struggling with all this right now, isn't she? Has she ever run away?

Wouldn't you?

Of course I would.

Not her. Of course, I thought she was going to call you a motherfucker.

Well, you know, I've thought a lot about what she said, and I think that would actually be a good idea. Except it should be a shit-eating bitch. Do you still have any of those needles?

Of course. Whole box of them.

That is just great. May I?

Be my guest.

Thank you. Now then. Which finger do you use to masturbate with, honey? It's cute how her hand is shaking, isn't it? Oh, you use two of them, do you? You slide them on either side of your clit, right? Show me. Er, us.

. . .

Uhhh! Do it, cunt. God damn it. Obey him as you would obey me. Christ.

Oh, yeah. That's it. I want you to be wet for this. Mmm Hmm. More. That is just lovely. Does she always sluice up like this?

She's a fucking whore.

Yeah, she sure as fuck is. Hey, did you want to fuck her in the ass while we do this to her?

You need to ask? Atta boy.

Uhhhgh ughr ahh ahh ahha hh.

Okay, give me your hand, baby. Just going to slide this . . . right . . . under . . . the . . . nail. Does that hurt? Answer me.

Fuck, yes.

How 'bout that. Next one. Mmm hmm.

Ooojjjhhhh . . .

Damn, she's twitching right around my cock! Yer doin' gooood.

Given what you've said, I'm not surprised. Alright. So. Two in the good hand, now let's put a few in where it matters on her. Uhhh; nipple. Uhhh, other nipple.

Hhhh. Hhh. Hhhh. Hhhh.

Is this hard yet, darlin'? Heh, heh, good. We'll put a few here where it's so wonderfully wet. Right . . . along . . . there. Yeah.

Oh, godddd.

Gotta match.

Pl-please. Aarrgh!

Can you guess where the next one goes, sweetie?

Please, please pleasepppelease no no no no no . . . !!

Yyyeeesssss.

Aarrrggh! AAARRRRGGH! Hhh. Hhh. Please take them out!

Not a fucking chance. Now play with yourself. Make yourself cum

Iiiittt hhhurrtsssss.

Yes, I'm sure it does. Now do it.

I have to say, I am impressed. I didn't know you had it in you.

I-I don't knnnooww that I c-c-can cum llllike this.

Then this is going to go on for a while.

Uhh. There. There. I came. Please let me stop.

You lying sack of slut. Did she?

Nope.

That's why he's in your ass.

Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

That is what we're doing; we are going to fuck the bejesus out of you. Now get yourself off.

Oh god. Ow. Ow. Ow. Owwww.

SHE REALLY loves this, doesn't she?

You bet your ass she does. There is a puddle down here.

Good, 'cause it's about to get worse for her. I need more needles.

Pleasenopleasenopleasenopleasenononono . . .

You talk too much. We're gonna fix that. Hold your god damn head still.

No! No! No! No! Not there!

Could I trouble you to bend over here a bit, maybe hold her head a bit stiller than she seems to be able to do? Yeah, by the hair is good. Okay, so, good, her head between my thighs, now I'll just pull her upper lip up . . .

Nnnryrhiuhghgyn!

Right. In. Along. The. Lip. Three more.

ARRRHGHGH!

Two to go.

NRYHAAAAA! HAAA!H-HAHAH!

One last one, then my fun begins.

NRNYAHNRNGHAHNRHGHAyennFFLUCCHH YOOOUUU!

I love how evil you've turned out to be, but you know, at this point, she probably will bite you.

Naw, I'm not putting my cock in her mouth. She's gonna lick my asshole; I feel a shit coming on.

Ahh Ahh Ahh AhhMMGPGHMGPHM.

Here, sit up, maybe put a little weight on her tits, rub them around some. Yeah. Now get your tongue out of your mouth and into my ass. We're gonna be here until you cum, darling. So. Get. To. It . . . Wait a minute. What the fuck are you doing?

You didn't think this was just going to be hard for her tonight, did you? Don't you fucking move; you do not get to stand up and walk away from this any more than she can. You have the same trick to perform. Here. Get the needles into your own cock, nine of them, just like are in her, two into your own jack-off hand, and we'll do this until YOU cum, or I'll tell her cut your dick right off and eat it . . . she'd love that, you know . . .

. . . AARGHGH! HHH! HHH! HHH!! HHH!!! . . .