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by Tristan Voronov
i want to be his. to be good for him. for him to tell me i’m good and worthy and more than just an idiot worthless monster who can only destroy destroy destroy everything i love and care about stupid fuckup that no one can love even when their whole thing was being able to see the good in someone and love them. there’s nothing inside me, i’m just an empty void. a black hole of everything good and i deserve to be put down
fuck, that was perfect — you’re perfect. can i cuddle up next to you, please?
no, of course you weren’t too much. you didn’t push too far, you never crossed a boundary. if you had, i would have safeworded; but you’re wonderfully quick at recognizing the slightest bit of genuine discomfort, steering the scene away from that long before it ever becomes necessary. it warms me every time.
you know i don’t mind that you get off on hurting me. really the opposite — there’s nothing i love more than watching the freed aggression in your eyes when you hold me down, take what you want, and just let yourself have me; and there’s nothing wrong with you for enjoying what we did, too. besides, for all the bruises you leave on my skin, for all the screams and whimpers you drag out of me… i never feel more cherished and at ease than when we do this together.
and i also like it, genuinely love it, when you’re mean to me. or pretend to be. i know we play around with fear a lot; you’re so good at being intimidating when you want to be, and fuck, you know i like feeling scared. but truth is — you don’t scare me. not like this, in the reality of it, when you’re being so gentle, making sure i feel so comfortable and cared for.
even on my knees and so deep in submission, i feel blessedly safe with you. you’re such a good, wonderful, caring person: you take me apart and put me back together so well, every time. thank you.
i want to be his. to be good for him. for him to tell me i’m good and worthy and more than just an idiot worthless monster who can only destroy destroy destroy everything i love and care about stupid fuckup that no one can love even when their whole thing was being able to see the good in someone and love them. there’s nothing inside me, i’m just an empty void. a black hole of everything good and i deserve to be put down
*watching a scene with graphic amounts of gore and blood and violence* insane eroticism happening here....
from the outside it seems like he would be harsh to me. like every action and word would be biting and targeted and destructive but that’s not who he is and that’s not what he does. i deserve biting and cutting and destruction but even when he notices - not just sees but notices - the headspace he brings me to, the one where my body and my mind beg for pain and betrayal because my love and trust are so strong it hurts, he answers it with kindness. he understands the paradoxical nuances of my stupid mind and he takes submission because i need him to take it. he takes my tears because i need him to take them. he takes control because i need him to take it. he uses my body the way i need it to be used and when i finally, finally break and ask him stay. don’t go. don’t leave me. he already knows. and he’s already staying and he’s never leaving
by nicole maria winkler for metal magazine issue no. 40, autumn/winter 2018
If my spanks go straight to a boys pussy and leave him soaked chances are I’m gonna bend him over again and continue spanking his ass til it’s hot and red.
I like knowing what’s mine and marking my property, so daddy’s gonna leave little bruises on your pretty ass. Whenever you sit down you’ll be reminded of who you belong to.