Thread: I am Machine -WanderxCandy_demon

Here's to being human All the pain and suffering There's beauty in the bleeding And least you feel something I wish I knew what it was like To care enough to carry on I am machine A part of me wishes I could just feel something Here to being human Taking it for granted The highs and lows of living To getting second chances I wish I knew what it was like To care about what is right or wrong I wish someone could help me find Find a place where I belong But I am machine Are you almost ready princess? No one is going to be paying attention to that beautiful face of yours, a woman's voice sounded from the doorway, the sound of her booted feet walking across the carpeted floor made the submissive's body quiver with anticipation knowing what was to come. The woman clad entirely in black latex came to stand beside the tattooed beauty , leaning down to inhale the young womans intoxicating perfume a low rumble in her throat signifying that she approved of her Subs choice of perfume, Perhaps if you perform well tonight pet, Ill treat you to my tongue. The half naked woman looked up to her Mistress and nibbled her bottom lip softly, her tempest eyes wild with excitement Id like that very much, the Dom stepped back from her sub and smiled a toothy grin, Then hurry and finish applying your face, the show is about to begin. The half naked young woman watched her Mistress leave, watching as the door shut behind her, leaving the submissive alone to breathe a slow, shuttered sigh. Show wasnt exactly the word that she would have used to describe what their little group of friends did on stage a more apt word would have been masochistic beatings that the subs cried endless for more, even as their flawless skin was marred with long red welts, small cuts that drooled brilliant red blood, or bruises that had already started to form beneath the smooth flesh. Looking up into the white vanity mirror, Sheyenne looked at her wild expression of her reflection. She knew what this new hour would hold the pain and pleasure that mixed into a sinfully dangerous concoction that she had become addicted to. Standing slowly from the low white stool, admiring her already erect nipples, Shey reached out and collected a bottom of Petroleum jelly, which she expertly rubbed onto her pristine milky flesh. Collecting the remainder of her items into her arms her black leather collar with the tag Bitch written in bold italic font, her leather leash, a glistening ball gag that would soon be wedged between her teeth, a blindfold that she was unable to see out from, the sub trotted out to her mistress who waited beside the black curtain beside the stage. And here I thought that you had gotten cold feet, Sheys dom mumbled beneath her breath, reaching out to secure the leather collar around her pets provocative neck. The dark haired sub snorted and shook her head slowly, You dont know me very well then the pain you offer is what makes me feel human.She whispered, watching as the stage went black, leaving the house pitch black, the crowd just in front of the stage offering hushed whispers, speculating what they were in store for. Collecting the shiny red ball gag in one hand, Shey fastened it around her head, place the rubber behind her upper and lower teeth, already feeling the strain on her jaw muscles. Her mistress smiled kindly for the last time that evening, affixing the blindfold around her subs eyes, watching the dark haired sub sink down to her knees, letting her obscured gaze drop to the floor as well. Shey tried to steady her rapid breathing even as she felt the hard tug of her leash, obediently following her Mistress guidance on her hands and knees. The feel of the rough wood on her bare knees made her face contort into a mask of mild discomfort, it was then that she felt the heat from the overhead lights as she continued to follow her Mistress, signaling to her that she crawled like a dog, nearly naked in front of strangers, that their little slice sinful paradise had started. Another yank was give to the collar, making Shey sink down onto her bottom, her legs spread wide as she faced the crowd. Good evening esteemed guests, and welcome to Pleasure in Pain. A warning to those of faintheart, we here at this corner where carnal desire and obedience comingle in beautiful harmony, do not have a light hand with our pets. They are here of their own volition and are free to leave at any point of our performance, this however, does not mean that my hand will be any gentler. If you know you can not stomach my abuse to this beautiful creature, then return your mask and continue about your sheltered life. Shey listened closely for the sound of shuffling feet and scrapping metal against wood flooring, there was some every night that this mansion of pain and pleasure displayed its hard handed will. When the familiar noises filled her ears, the dark haired beauty stayed motionless until the crowd grew deathly silent again. You faceless crowd should consider yourself the most refined of humankind. You all do not share the weak willed moral restraints that the dregs of humanity still clings to so desperately. Do they pet? Shey shook her head slowly, her long dark tendrils of hair tickling her exposed flesh. Then came another hard yank, making Shey raise up onto her knees, a mask of pain painting her features, I didnt hear you bitch. Our guests are like us, arent they? Dumbly the dark haired woman shook her head and attempted a simple, No Mistress, but what came out was a muffled sound that resembled words. She could already feel the cool saliva dribbling out from the corners of her mouth and drooling down the side of her mouth before it grew thick and dropped down onto her supple DDD breasts, encouraging her already stiff nipples to stiffen harder. Good girl Her mistress cooed, patting the top of her head almost lovingly, that was before her mistress shoved her back down onto the floor, this time with so much force that Shey was sprawled out on her belly. The dark haired womans Mistress walked around her and placed her booted foot against her pets face, keeping her pinned tightly where she lay. Raise your ass for our guests bitch, the hissing command filled Sheys ears as she slowly rose her bottom high into the air. It was apparent from the hard smack to her smooth skin that she was not obeying fast enough. A small whimper eased from her lips as her skin sang in sweet agony, Guests, this is my pet. She does not have a name, nor will she have a name when she is beneath me. Why? Because this cum guzzling whore enjoys being tormented and belittled by those of us who are above little peons like her. She likes to be demeaned, beaten, bruised and humiliated all while faceless stranger like you all watch and do nothing as she cries out for help. The woman beneath the boot whimpered and bit down into the rubber gag, wagging her bottom back and forth for the crowd to watch. However, tonight is special. Tonight this little whore wont be mine to control and beat senseless. One of you, who I deem strong enough to deliver a beating that is worthy of my pets attention, will be selected. Shey began to squirm beneath her Mistress boot, causing her mistress to give another sharp smack to the young womans ass, Be still! You will behave for who I choose bitch, and you will do as he or she commands, do you understand? This part of the show was new, yes often times individuals from the crowd were selected to try their hand making the pets cry out in agony, but often times it was al poor excuse for a beating. So which one of you will be so lucky to beat, torture, and even taste my pet? The dom motioned for the overhead lights to dimmed so she could see the eager faces in the crowd but it wasnt a trigger happy fuckhead that she looked for, she looked for someone who was like her cold, calculating, ruthless but had a darkness burning flickering behind their steely eyes. You! She hissed, pointing with a long finger tipped with a dangerous looking black nail, Are you up to the task? You seem a man worthy of her agonized song, what do you say Sir? The spot light was no longer on the two on stage, rather it was focused entirely on the male who sat in one of the front tables, his features almost too perfect to be human.