ALTERNATIVE THERAPY

This is my fantasy of late, a way to release the stress…

I had a lovely peaceful morning, a long relaxing bath, and am now just putting the last hand on my make up when I hear the front door open. Surprised I look up and keep
quiet. It can’t be my Master, he had plans for today and will only come over tonight. I must have misheard, and I continue to get ready.

I dress classic in a knee-length skirt, a silk blouse and hold-ups. I was specifically told to wear underwear today, and have a difficult time deciding what to choose but eventually pick a black lace thong and matching bra.

Before I go downstairs I hold still again and listen, making sure that indeed everything is still quiet. Convinced I was wrong earlier, I go down into the living room.

A bit rushed by now, cause I lost some time this morning enjoying the bath a bit too long, hopping on one foot trying to find the other shoe, I hear the living door close at the other end of the room. Startled I look up but it is already too late. Brutally I get pushed over and I land face down on the floor. Before I even get my wits together to try to get up, my attacker puts his foot on my back.

He bends down, sits beside me on the floor whilst holding my wrists together with one hand in a strong grip. My arms are twisted high up my back which makes it almost impossible to move. With his other hand he roughly strokes my side and upper legs. My shirt gets pulled out of my skirt and his hand quickly explores underneath and opens my bra. Then he pulls up my skirt, finds the thong and just rips it off. It almost cuts my flesh and I scream.

“Stop it, please”, I finally manage to bring out. It makes him laugh. I recognise the laugh and turn my head. It is friend of mine I see to my surprise. Somebody I have known for quite a while and learned to trust. What the hell is he doing?!

“Well, well, isn’t she the submissive one? Saying please to her rapist. You think that is going to help you really?” His voice sounds sarcastic, and as much as a friend he is, he sure doesn’t appear in a friendly mood now. “So, you are going to be the slut I always knew you were, and just lie here and take it? Whilst he speaks he pulls open my legs and pushes two fingers inside me. Again he laughs, “Just as I expected from a dirty bitch, dripping as soon as she gets the idea she gets fucked”.

He is ridiculing her, provocing her, tempting a reaction from her. It is not that easy, he knows. She tends to freeze up, withdraw, get quiet and scared. But he is determined to get it all out of her today.

Suddenly I get enough of his snide comments, realising what is going on. With what right does he think he comes in and just takes me? Sure he is attractive and always been there for me in difficult times, but that doesn’t mean he can now just have me when he thinks of it. Bloody arrogant bastard needs a lesson of his own.

“Ok, you had your fun, now you can stop it”, I try. That results in more laughter, and I realise that was to be expected. More nastiness is thrown at me, which makes me a bit firmer now, a bit feistier. I wriggle and get loose. I get up on my knees, but quickly he grabs me by my hair and slaps me in the face, “Where do you think you are going?”. I try to push him away but he doesn’t let go of my hair. I try to get up, but of course have the same problem with that. He slaps me again in my face, harder this time, and in a reaction I punch him in his chest. Again he slaps me and at the same time he punches me, lets go of my hair and I fall on my back on the floor.

I raise my legs in an attempt to keep him at a distance, but he just grabs my ankles, pulls my legs even higher and hits me hard on my arse and my thighs. I manage to get out of his hold and get up, only to be hit and punched onto the floor again. This happens a few times, and every time I fight back harder. I hit and kick him, even bite him, but my actions get punished twice as hard back. It starts to make me angry, frustrated and somehow braver. I find myself shouting at him, name calling, and physically fighting.

He gets more vicious and cruel, he rapes me and now also his comments are sharper as if he is trying to hurt my feelings. I get confused, and more angry. I shout at him and cry, fight even harder and feel all my built-up, deep-seeded anger, resentment and fear come out.

He handles me stronger now and without any sign of compassion he drags me by my hair, kicks and pushes my up the stairs and throws me on my bed.

I am already exhausted, my emotions are running high and the tears don’t stop flooding down. He is not letting me have a chance now to fight back whilst he ties me spread eagle to the bed.

He sits astride me, and has full access to my breasts cause I lost my blouse and bra in the fight earlier. I hold my breath when he pinches my nipples, but he goes further and pulls, twists and pinches them till I am in obvious pain. I am scared and feel desperate, so competely helpless. I close my eyes, my heart is racing, my nipples kept painful with my own clamps on, which he found easily on my bed-side table.

Everything after that is a blur. My body is thoroughly sore from the abuse, the stretching and the rapes. I am covered in bruises and spunk. My face feels red and swollen from crying and getting slapped and my throat hurts leaving my voice hoarse. I am alone in my room now, I hear him in the bathroom.

And somehow… I feel fantastic, relieved from stress, out of breath as if I have just run a marathon, emotionally cleared out…

He comes back in and gives me a smile. I thank him when he releases my bonds. “Stand behind your bed, with your hands on the mattrass and spread your legs.” I don’t ask any questions and do as he says.

He grabs his belt, and starts explaining “It is now time to re-establish your position. You have done really well, and I am pleased with the way you defended yourself and am glad you finally got some long pent-up fear, frustration and anger out of your system. But you will be punished now for the use of swear words towards me. As you know, before I start you get the opportunity to say something, so go ahead.”

“I do apologise for inappropriate behaviour towards you, and I do recognise you to be my superior. I will receive your punishment gratefully and see it as an opportunity to adjust myself.”

I can’t deny it hurts, every time his belt hits my flesh. But at the same time I feel how wet I am getting, and before he finishes it is dripping down my legs.

He strokes where he has been hitting me before taking me by the hand, leading me to the bathroom. He runs the shower, puts me underneath and washes me from top to bottom. When he rinses me off, he holds the shower head aimed at my clit long enough for me to cum. I am wrapped into a towel and ordered to change the bed. By the time this is done, he is also washed. He tells me to get under the sheets and he stays on top of the bed with me. I close my eyes.
I can hear his phone receiving a text message after which he leaves the bedroom.

“Here is your key back. I do believe she is thoroughly de-stressed now. She will be sore for a while, and her bruises will hurt her tomorrow. I washed her and she is peacefully asleep.”

The front door closes. My Master creeps up the stairs now and when he enters the bedroom I open my eyes. “I heard…”, I say just before I get kissed most gentle and passionate.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

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