Category: Stories & Captions

A collection of stories, photo captions, and shoddy poetry

Right now, precious… I need you to shut the fuck up! Your brave little resistance routine was cute, but now I’ve got the knife out, and the time for cute is done.

Let’s face it… you’re going to be reliving this moment for years to come. I’m going to scramble all your ideas about sex, break the part of your mind that values itself, and in the process, I’m going to make you cum. More than once. You will never trust anything about yourself again. Ten years from now, the only way you’ll be able to get off will be thinking of me, and you will weep through every orgasm.

So just relax and soak it in. Observe everything; feel every touch and tear, every violation of your body and dignity. If a single hour is going to redefine your life, you should really pay close attention to it.

Why do you feel it necessary to make such a big deal out of everything? Why the drama? Why is it that —no matter how much fun everyone else is having— all you want is for them to know how sad you are? Why does everything always hurt you more than anyone else? Why does everything you do end in tears? Why are you so fucked up and stupid and useless?

I guess it doesn’t matter, as long as you can keep me hard.

The Gift

I wanted to do something really special for our first wedding anniversary, and now that you’re all strapped in, I can let you in on the surprise I’ve cooked up. Listen very carefully.

See, after I found out you were adopted, I hired someone to track down your birth parents. The process took months, but my guy finally came through! Turns out, your birth mom moved to Oregon and became an accountant, with a loving family and a mortgage; seems like a perfectly normal person. Your birth dad, meanwhile, never left the area, ending up an alcoholic with a violent rap sheet and a long string of failed marriages.

I tracked him down at his favorite bar today, pretended to bump into him, and got him even more drunk than usual. After we’d knocked back a few, I showed him naked photos of you, and told him it was his lucky day; I’d square his substantial bar tab if he’d come to my house tonight and fuck my wife while I watch.

He took me up on it, and he’ll be here in five minutes, baby.

I wonder if he’ll recognize a bit of himself in your eyes?

Don’t be glum, darling. Let’s face it: you were worthless as a person. You were stupid, boring, and shallow… a meaningless life, really. No one cared if you lived or died, including you.

But now you’re a thing on a leash, and every indignity you suffer is a point of pride for the man who owns you. When you stop to think about it, isn’t that more than you deserve?

The Vic

Sgt. Williams sat in the darkened evidence room, the only light coming from a recording playing on one of the precinct’s aging video monitors. He moved his hand over his cock in perfect rhythm with the thrusts of the on-screen perp, watching the victim struggle in terror.

She was so beautiful like that, reduced to nothing.

Later, when he re-interviewed the vic, he avoided her gaze; partly due to the guilt he felt over what he’d watched and enjoyed, but mostly because he couldn’t afford to be seen leaving the interrogation room with an erection. The video, he had come to suspect, was consuming his soul, but he wouldn’t let it have his career. Not with retirement so very close.

Much later, as he sat in his idling car outside her building, his fingers absently toying with a handful of flex-cuffs and a roll of duct tape, he tried to talk himself out of it. He told himself that she wasn’t special, that watching her humiliation hadn’t been a life-changing experience for him, that everything he yearned to do to her was profoundly wrong.

But somehow, he just didn’t find himself very persuasive…