Cravings

prey would like to preface this entry with a short blurb explaining her pronoun shift. prey enjoys speaking in third person, both because it's an entertaining exercise in linguistics (maintaining use of third person pronouns in a way that's understandable and easy to follow can be tricksy) and because it settles her more into her slave mentality. prey does not captialize her Master's name for her, so while she understands that posts beginning with her slave name are in essence gramatically incorrect, she adheres to her Master's whims over correct-ness. prey mentions all of this now because she will be using this format for all posts from this point forward. That said...

prey is craving things.

prey is a masochist. She suspected as much in her younger days, when thoughts and fantasies of being beaten and abused did much to wet her panties. Canes, belts, floggers, crops, she thought about it all; how would it feel to have a lash kiss her tender flesh, to have a paddle strike her with enough force and frequency to leave behind bruises and welts? Other fantasies intertwined with these; thoughts of being bitten and cut, being bled by One that overpowered her, set her mind to frenzy.

prey has explored her masochism slowly thus far. While her Master has pushed her closer to realizing those fantasies than any other she's been with, prey has had many partners that have been happy to explore with her. She remembers fondly when T gave her her first flogging and when he welted her ass with a paddle, and she is glad to have had the opportunity to take lashings from a belt across the ass from her dearest B (a fantasy that may well have played a part in ending her marriage some years before, though not to her sorrow). She cannot remember the first to take a blade to her skin, nor the first to lay bare hand to her ass, but they too played their roles in forming the desires she now holds.

It has been her Master, however, that has pushed those desires to the point they stand at today. Master was the first to truly sink teeth into her, bites so hard that prey would be left deeply bruised, skin broken. prey has come to crave this pain, these noms, despite still feeling fear of the pain, if only because she still has no idea how far she can be taken.

He has used her roughly, overwhelmed her with teeth until she lies sobbing beneath Him. She craves those tears, because they leave her helpless, defenseless, afraid. She trusts that He will never truly bring her harm, but to be overpowered by Him in such a way brings out her instinct to flee, to struggle, to fight, only to be overpowered by Him further. He is the Dragon, He will never let her go; her escape is His consumption and she thinks ever fondly of freedom. The bruises that mark her body when He is exhausted are the symbol of her slavery, the scar on her leg prized as a reminder that He has tasted truly of her flesh.

She craves the pain more than ever before now. Her head swims in circles, her mind chasing itself endlessly while her body trembles with want, not only for the pleasures of the past, but for the fantasies of the future ahead. There is still so much that prey has yet to taste in pain, she feels frenzied in her desires. She knows she must be patient, though, and if she can wait calmly and trust, she will find all her dreams of suffering realized.