Hermine: a fantasy

“I want a man who can kill me with his bare hands.”

I want someone who can make me feel the pleasure in the pain. It’s only through pain that we can feel truly alive in this world. So tie me up, hold me down, slap me around so hard that it hurts, and make love to me.

Emotions are part of the game. Tease me, play with me, promise me, lead me and guide me as long as I trust you. Because I must trust you with life when the day comes. And it will come, probably just a little sooner than we wish.

Imagine being tied to a chair, hands behind your back, legs restrained as well. Blindfolded. I sit down opposite, smoke a cigarette and simply look at you. Do not speak, do not break the silent strings of tension.

I will come to you when I please. I will kiss you gently on your lips, and unbutton your shirt. I will run my hands over your body, plant a few kisses here and there and remove your shirt altogether. I will then move behind you and caress your sensitive neck, your strong shoulders, your beautiful lean long back. You will only have a split second before I strike you with a whip; you will hear the sound as it cuts through the air, but your hands are tied, there is nothing you can do to move away from it so you let it fall onto your shoulders, your back, stinging, striking, leaving red traces in its wake. I want to hear you scream in pain before you moan softly with pleasure as I kiss the red marks on your back. I’m in control, and I will play with you, tease you, caress you then strike you until I’m satisfied, then kiss you deeply and passionately until you want me so much that it hurts.

I will then pause, remove your blindfold, and sit across from you again and smoke another cigarette as I watch you, and let you watch me. Silence. Look at me. Take in my body, my face, my clothing and my pose. Look at my lips and my facial expression. Look me in the eyes. See what you can read there.

I will cut your bonds with a sharp knife, accidentally leaving a scratch on your wrist. Let me kneel down and kiss it better. Let me lick the traces of blood off your skin. Let me taste you.

Take my face in your hands, kiss me gently and deeply then slap me. Grab me by the hair. Drag me to the bed. Tear off my clothes, push me onto the bed and spread my legs with your body while pinning me down by the wrists. Enter me with a sense of urgency, first hard and then gently, make love to me gently before going harder again to finish until you are done.

Hold me. Let me hold you. Let me drift off to sleep in your arms, my body fulfilled and my mind completely at peace.