Posted by Verity on May 29, 2002 at 21:25:05:
Berenezia wrote me, told me what's been going on. I would guess she liked the attention, or at least wanted a witness to what is happening to her. She sent me a sketch of her last encounter and asked if I'd publish it. When I asked if I could polish it she said yes. She's approved of this version, and here it is.
According to her she isn't reading the reactions because the last time was "hurtful" but I do wonder since she's sending more of exactly what got the wolf-whistles here.
But if it helps her in some way, so be it. I don't get the sense this guy will ever do her long-term damage; maybe her publishing this is her way of affirming that. She no longer seems to be asking for help in any case...
And in any case I doubt most folk here care. Here is a brief version of the first story she wrote me.
Time number two…his friend wasn't a dom at all, he was
another slave to my Master, an older, very insecure man.
I tried very hard to please him, just because it was
so obvious that so few people had. The memory of me
face down legs bent belly flat on the bed, my face
buried between Joe's (that's the new guy's name
supposedly) legs as Master plows my ass for the very
first time, ignoring those screams and pleadings for
it to stop (because I told him I'd do that and to
ignore it, I'd beg for him to continue eventually)
and seeing Joe's eyes on mine and knowing that
Master's eyes were meeting his…hearing "You know, it
really doesn't get any better than this" and "Don't
know what you're doing to the bitch but she sure is
eager to chow down on my dick" and their laughter…oh
God I had never before been so much an object and
I ADORED IT so utterly so completely. My brain
turned off, or rather poured throughout my body
feeling what they are doing to me, just reacting, no
conscious thought (except that little voice watching
it all saving it up for some other time)…
Thank you God that I felt that.
And then later…you know I think/I hope Master is
getting a little worried about how much he wants me.
I'm on my back, his cock embedded in my ass (this is
not easy for me, I bleed, I scream, I tear) and he is
holding the chain leash that is always in his hand,
I'm not allowed to put my mouth on his cock unless
the loop is around his wrist) and I'm talking as he
likes me to do, "yes please yes fuck me use me I was
born for you so empty without you fill me tear me
make me bleed yours yours always yours-"
and he growls "Shut up bitch" and suddenly the chain
leash is tight TIGHT in my mouth like a bit, his
hands pinning it down, my hands and the ends of my
hair under it, so painful, so humiliating, and his
eyes so bright above mine and I ride it all the way
down to hell all the way down until his growls are
inhuman, his eyes locked on mine, saying to me that
I'm meat, that I'm less than nothing, that I'm
something he's coming to care for and I'll pay oh yes
I'll pay over and over slam SLAM SLAM each thrust
cutting the chain deeper into my mouth and bruising
my wrists until he finishes and when he does and gets
up without a word or caress to shower
I lay there
Quiet
Not moving
Chain still in my mouth
Legs spread akimbo
Like a murder victim
Like a piece of discarded trash
I wanted so much not to have to breathe
Ever EVER again
I almost didn't
And I have never been happier
And I have never loved a man more adored a man more
worshipped a man as a God
Till the next time
-Berenizia by way of Verity