Personally, I'm a big fan of subs who tell you that "it hurts so much".

Yes, whining, crying, wailing, begging, whimpering is all nice and fun, but fuck, does it do something to doms when subs are so fucking articulatedly vocal about being in pain, about being close to their limit, on that thin line that turns them on just so perfectly and immensely that they wouldn't dream of using their safeword.

They're in pain and they're loving it and they're absolutely not too shy to tell you aaaall about it, so you better not stop keeping them in pain. Such a lovely and unique way of saying "Don't stop, I love it, I want it to never end".

Yes please leave pretty marks all of me. Bite me until I bleed, and the marks of your teeth stay on me for weeks. Leave bruises all over me, my neck, ribs, wrists, my face. Carve your name into me. It’ll make me so much prettier, id be your artwork.

The snap of the gloves on my hands get your attention, and I watch as those eyes travel and you bite your lip.

I'll tell you to open, and you will.

I'll tell you to stick you tongue out, and like the pathetic pet you are, you do that too.

My fingers start easy, sliding in and out of your mouth, just playing with your tongue between my thumb and forefinger.

Then I get rougher, going deeper, filling your mouth the way it needs to be. I push my fingers into your throat, deep. "Hold it."

I can feel your throat spasm, see the tears well in your eyes collect and fall. It only turns me on more. I let you go to cough and breathe, only for a second, then put my fingers back where they should be, down your throat. I plug your nose, and tell you to hold it again.

Girlfriend that works at a CIA blacksite and tortures people for a living ✨

"It won't fit" - "I'll make it fit"? Hot, yeah, but overused.

"It won't fit" - "You're right, I'll probably rip you apart and hurt you real bad, huh? Better make this one time count then"? Much, much better. Make them scared properly, not just vaguely.

I love taking walk’s especially at night, but he always tells me “it’s not safe for girls like me”(weak and stupid), and I never listen to him. One night he decided to show me exactly why it’s not safe for girls like me. It be really late definitely past midnight and as always I’d have my headphones in at the highest they can be. Despite being cold I never wear anything warm. Usually I get so like lost in my head that I wonder off of campus, and I live in a pretty dark area with woods around. I didn’t realize he was following me for the past 30 minutes. I wouldn’t even realize how close he got to me, not until his hand would cover my mouth, his other around my waist pulling me off to the side. It’s so dark I wouldn’t even know it’s him, it could be a random person for all I know. Id start to panic, trying to run away, but like I said I’m weak. He’d tell me there’s no point in fighting that I should give it up like a good rapetoy would. He’d pin me down, telling me to stay still or he’ll hurt me, with a knife against my neck, I’d start to sob, before he’d cut my dress off, carving something into my skin, licking where he cut me, I wouldn’t even know what to do besides lay there and take it. He’d call me a “pretty rapedoll ” a “stupid whore”, he’d tell me that I’ve been teasing him, that I wanted this, that he warned me and I wouldn’t even notice those hints, I’d be on the verge of an anxiety attack, as rubs his cock against my body, telling me I’m his forever, he’s gonna ruin me for anyone else, he’d slap is cock against my tight little pussy, laughing as it makes me sob harder and trying to close my legs, before he slaps my thighs, he’d abuse my wet holes, telling me he knows I’m enjoying it (it doesn’t matter if it’s a natural response), I’d scream as he entered me, while he’s in me, he’d lift his head up and in the moonlight id realize it’s him, I’d say his name in between sobs, confused. He’d moan “say my name again baby” before slapping me- forcing to to say it. “You get so tight when your scared” as he pulls me around flipping me over shoving my face into the ground. He’d dig his fingers into my ass and hips no doubt making me bleed even more, ignoring my pleas. His finger would go to my tight little hole, with his cock deep inside my other. “You’ve never had anything in here huh? Guess your boyfriend didn’t rape you the way he should have” Id panic even more telling him I’ll do anything else he wants but to not rape my ass, I’d even tell him he can keep using me if that’s what he wants. He’d laugh before pulling his cock out of my leaking cunt and into my ass, it would take a second to get his cock all in especially with me trying to crawl away but it just made him upset before slamming into me, pulling me on to him, he’d fuck me ignoring all my sobs eventually I’d just dissociate not crying or even trying to move, not until after he uses me and cum in all my holes, and is cleaning me up, carrying me, telling me “ I’m gonna take such good care of my pretty rape toy you’ll never have to worry about anything again.”

We're at a Leather bar. You decide to buy me a few drinks, just to loosen me up, but you don't know my plans.

You know I plan on hitting you, warming you up with my flogger first, then comes canes and paddles and DIY toys. You fall into subspace so easily, and I love making darker and darker marks on your skin, welding and bringing blood to the surface. People pass by and stare, and we create a small crowd outside by the St Andrew's cross.

I check in quickly before disconnecting you. You think we are finished, but I tell you I have one more thing. I guide you to the floor, laying flat on your back, and stand over your chest. Lifting up my skirt and moving my underwear to the side, I stand over you and let go of my filled bladder. I laugh, and enjoy how beautiful you look being degraded like this, covered in my piss.

Imagine concocting a way to beat the Midnight Man after Kelly brings up Creepypastas. 

“If the internet’s taught me anything, it’s that sexualizing your fear helps you overcome it.” 

Alex looked thoughtful. Miles grimaced. Kelly was in a salt circle in the other room. 

“Blood, pain,” you continued. “They’re both common kinks, too.” 

“______,” warned Miles. 

“No, no, let her speak,” said the Midnight Man.