Post by stchristian on Aug 25, 2009 15:59:52 GMT -5
[St. Christian has his eyes set on an upturned tin of tomatoes. Whilst a mild masochist, his real fetish lies in crushing things… and his crush princess, Tanya, also has her beady eyes glued to the runny red plumps of flesh. All eyes focus on her, to the chagrin of St. Christian.]
Tanya: I’m not sure you’ve been a good enough boy.
[She clicks her black stiletto heels on the kitchen’s tiled floor intimidatingly.]
Tanya: I want you to grovel to me as though I were King Kong.
[Like a moth to a flame, St. Christian falls at her feet with his tongue unraveled over her shoes.]
Tanya: You think of yourself as a demon, but you are nothing more than a slithering worm.
[He slides his tongue like a slug across the leather of her boot.]
Tanya: Spineless bastard. I want you to grovel like roadkill at my toes.
[St. Christian holds his chest in acid reflux, the rum he had earlier has given him severe heartburn.]
Tanya: You are nothing more than sniveling salamander, I thought you were a komodo dragon.
St. Christian: I am.
Tanya: Oh, you are, are you?
St. Christian: I am not human. I am a duck billed platypus, an armadillo, a porcupine who lives only to hunt prey. I am a rhino, an elephant of a man. Horses cannot run fast enough, eagles cannot dig their claws in deep enough. I have suffered hell itself through Jerri Li’s kali teeth bracelets and breadboard torture. There is no pain or suffering I any longer endure, and for so much more I can inflict.
[She smiles a heartbreakingly beautiful smile. Funny, crush mistresses are so much sexier than dommes.]
Tanya: Ok, my flying squirrel who thinks that he is a bat… you have licked the dog shit from my heel long enough to deserve a reward.
[She blinks and pours the tomatoes out over the floor. St. Christian shuffles back, the electricity up his spine almost too much to take as his mistress stabs and squashes the red blobs with her heel.]
St. Christian: It’s almost too good to be true.
[The tomatoes have by now been pulverized worse than an unwanted cockroach. St. Christian is still there; pounding his fists into the floor in ecstasy, grinding his teeth like a woodmill.]
St. Christian: I think I might be in heaven… a heaven beyond the angels themselves.
[Tanya pulls out a kali teeth bracelet of her own, a common CBT device. Since first dating Jerri (which had a hell of a lot more blood than wine involved… and there weren’t any mints on the pillows) he has acquired a taste for pain and punishment. He’s a gimp, it goes with the territory.]
Tanya: I’m going to show you the hottest German bitches you’ve ever seen squashing grapes under nine inch heels naked as you’re strapped to this fucking cock ring thing.
[St. Christian moans in both sexually restricted ecstasy and agony at the pitch of a sperm whale as Tanya attaches the spiked device intended to punish erections to his Johnson. The sight of a blonde Swedish girl and a blonde German girl covered in kefir in the hot baking sun jumping up and down on a pile of olives is too much for the gimp to take, and he squeals like a pig as the sharp points dig into his penis.]
Tanya: Jerri who? Ha ha ha.
[St. Christian steels his nerve. All that rice pudding like semen being ejaculated onto those girls’ faces can’t be that stimulating. No matter how many olives they squish.]
St. Christian: I give in!
Tanya: Very good.
[St. Christian leans back and forth, almost looking like leatherface doing sit-ups.]
Tanya: Now I shall squash your grapefruits for you.
[She upends a basket of grapefruits onto the floor and starts squashing them into mush under the pointy heel of her shoe.]
Tanya: I’m not sure you’ve been a good enough boy.
[She clicks her black stiletto heels on the kitchen’s tiled floor intimidatingly.]
Tanya: I want you to grovel to me as though I were King Kong.
[Like a moth to a flame, St. Christian falls at her feet with his tongue unraveled over her shoes.]
Tanya: You think of yourself as a demon, but you are nothing more than a slithering worm.
[He slides his tongue like a slug across the leather of her boot.]
Tanya: Spineless bastard. I want you to grovel like roadkill at my toes.
[St. Christian holds his chest in acid reflux, the rum he had earlier has given him severe heartburn.]
Tanya: You are nothing more than sniveling salamander, I thought you were a komodo dragon.
St. Christian: I am.
Tanya: Oh, you are, are you?
St. Christian: I am not human. I am a duck billed platypus, an armadillo, a porcupine who lives only to hunt prey. I am a rhino, an elephant of a man. Horses cannot run fast enough, eagles cannot dig their claws in deep enough. I have suffered hell itself through Jerri Li’s kali teeth bracelets and breadboard torture. There is no pain or suffering I any longer endure, and for so much more I can inflict.
[She smiles a heartbreakingly beautiful smile. Funny, crush mistresses are so much sexier than dommes.]
Tanya: Ok, my flying squirrel who thinks that he is a bat… you have licked the dog shit from my heel long enough to deserve a reward.
[She blinks and pours the tomatoes out over the floor. St. Christian shuffles back, the electricity up his spine almost too much to take as his mistress stabs and squashes the red blobs with her heel.]
St. Christian: It’s almost too good to be true.
[The tomatoes have by now been pulverized worse than an unwanted cockroach. St. Christian is still there; pounding his fists into the floor in ecstasy, grinding his teeth like a woodmill.]
St. Christian: I think I might be in heaven… a heaven beyond the angels themselves.
[Tanya pulls out a kali teeth bracelet of her own, a common CBT device. Since first dating Jerri (which had a hell of a lot more blood than wine involved… and there weren’t any mints on the pillows) he has acquired a taste for pain and punishment. He’s a gimp, it goes with the territory.]
Tanya: I’m going to show you the hottest German bitches you’ve ever seen squashing grapes under nine inch heels naked as you’re strapped to this fucking cock ring thing.
[St. Christian moans in both sexually restricted ecstasy and agony at the pitch of a sperm whale as Tanya attaches the spiked device intended to punish erections to his Johnson. The sight of a blonde Swedish girl and a blonde German girl covered in kefir in the hot baking sun jumping up and down on a pile of olives is too much for the gimp to take, and he squeals like a pig as the sharp points dig into his penis.]
Tanya: Jerri who? Ha ha ha.
[St. Christian steels his nerve. All that rice pudding like semen being ejaculated onto those girls’ faces can’t be that stimulating. No matter how many olives they squish.]
St. Christian: I give in!
Tanya: Very good.
[St. Christian leans back and forth, almost looking like leatherface doing sit-ups.]
Tanya: Now I shall squash your grapefruits for you.
[She upends a basket of grapefruits onto the floor and starts squashing them into mush under the pointy heel of her shoe.]