“Your body is not your body any longer. It now belongs to me. It is mine to do with as I please-to hurt, to fuck, to use. You will find pleasure as well as discomfort in this, but it is what you have agreed to for these weeks.”

Her teeth bit into her bottom lip. He’d made it clear she was not to speak, and she bore the marks of that learning on her thighs. She would not forget again.

She was tied securely to the frame in his play room, arms above her head, feet splayed apart. The tapping of the ruler against his palm as he stared at her made her nervous. It struck her breast once, twice, more. Light taps, but after 6 or more they began to sting. And he increased the pressure, and the speed of the blows, making her wince. She bit her lip harder, determined not to cry. She had signed up for this, after all, to be a sex toy for two weeks.

“You will cry, when it hurts bad enough.”

His smile was tight, predatory. It made her nervous. His hand kept slapping the ruler on her nipple, while the other touched between her legs. He wiped the wetness of his fingers on her belly, nodding knowingly as he stared into her eyes.

He kept hitting the one nipple, until the heat of it burned through her inhibitions, until the pain was nearly unbearable, until the first glistening tear fell like a crystal, down her cheek.

He caught it on his fingertip, lifted it to her line of sight.

“The first of many.”

He slid his finger into his mouth, sucked it hard, cheeks concaving as he swallowed the small salty drop.

Then returned to beating her nipple.


(short story or moar? I can leave this one–or run with it.)


About vanillamom

For over 8 years--(EIGHT?!) nilla and M have been a D/s couple. I'm the "small s" side of that designation, as he often reminds me. I'm silly and prone to giggling at inopportune times. He's a wicked Sadist, who feeds me my drug of choice--pain. My brain is always spinning dirty and dark little fantasies, which I sometimes share with the world. Welcome to the nilla-verse. It's wet and slippery here...with a dragon or two lurking.
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13 Responses to Mine

  1. “Moar!” cheers the peanut gallery!

  2. How about this? Keep it going, but in teases like this. Drop them in from time to time when you need something extra. Maybe try to put one in a week (or every other week), at least.

    • vanillamom says:

      yes! exactly what I was thinking of at work last night (hours after writing and setting the publish time.)

      Great minds work alike!!


  3. Wordwytch says:

    sometimes short is nice. Sort of like a bite of cheese between sips of wine. It makes the next sip so much better.

  4. April says:

    Um, um, um…..
    Well, that little bit definitely got my juices flowing, wow.
    I think I agree with Kinbaku, give it to us in teasing little pieces. So I guess my vote would be more.
    But damn Nilla, you’ve got so many going right now. No pressure to continue this, it is incredible as is.

    • vanillamom says:

      yes, this is about what I came up with while working last night…that small peeks would be best. Glad you agree!



  5. dancingbarez says:

    Hate to put on the pressure but more please.

    • vanillamom says:

      thanks dancer! (always picture you twirling nekkid…its such a happy picture of someone)

      I think I’ll be revisiting her trek into the dark side. 🙂


  6. dryfly2005 says:

    Run, Nilla, Run!!!!!!!! Tip

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