After weeks of build-up, I was in a hotel room with a cute naked slut, my cum splattered over her face and perfect tits.

I could have been a gentleman and gotten her a towel. But that was not what this trip was about.It was our goal to break her. To make her body ache and make her mind only capable of thinking about how to please me.

I took a seat on the couch. I have a hunch it was intentionally part of the design of this room, having a comfortable couch facing directly towards the bed. The desk area was a joke, but the couch was perfect for voyeurs to enjoy a good show. Or in this case, for my little slut to work.

“Come here,” I said.

Her brat nature was fairly tamped down, giving way to her submissive fucktoy mindset. She got up and started to walk.

“No,” I said. “Crawl.”

She paused for a moment, catching her breath. I knew exactly what those words just did to her, reminding her of her place. Seeing her slink along, her ass in the air and a smile on her face, I realized I was still somewhat hard. I was initially planning on making her lick my soft dick until it was nice and clean, just for the humiliation aspect.

As she started to suck and tease me, I felt fully hard. My cock really wanted to fuck her again. Out of respect for my legs and lungs, I stayed seated and enjoyed the blowjob longer than I had to. It was a marathon, not a sprint.

The little slut started to lick underneath my balls, her tongue starting to tease down lower, closer and closer to my asshole.

My cock made a compelling argument. 

Grabbing her by the hair, I dragged her across the room at a brisk pace. I could feel when her legs had trouble keeping up, when her knees scraped over the carpet. When she was close enough to the bed, I pulled her up, then pushed her onto the mattress.

When I decide I want to cum, I have a go-to position: Basic missionary, violent hip thrusts, and at least one hand grabbing her hair into a fist. If I want to cum, I don’t care about taking my time or making sure she’s pleased.

In this moment, she’s a fucktoy, a sex object and a cum dump.

A solid minute of fucking like this, and I will have no problem unloading. It’s like sprinting a 400-meter dash, then jizzing all over the finish line.

Or in this case, deep inside of her cunt.

I still didn’t let her clean herself off. Instead, it was time to test out some spanking toys.

She’s young, so by the time I bent her over in the hotel room, there was no visible damage from her paddling on the road hours earlier. I had already spanked and bruised her in a couple previous sessions, so I knew what I had to do to leave lasting marks. But also, I had plans of showing her ass off to strangers later, so I didn’t want to mark her too much.

We started with my bare hand, followed by a ruler, a wooden spoon, a hair brush, a coat hanger, the paddle and the flogger.

The hand is fun because of the personal touch to it, but because I’m a writer and artist, my hands are naturally very soft, meaning that my hands start to swell after a bit. Real sadism requires toys.

The ruler is not that great of a toy. It does some OK stingy pains, but it’s really more symbolic as a naughty schoolgirl getting spanked. I drastically preferred the spoon for targeted stingy hits.

The paddle and the hairbrush are great for deep purple bruises. I held off on both of them, just letting them thud her a little bit, knowing I would bruise her a lot more in a couple days.

Surprisingly, the hanger was my MVP. She picked it out the day before, asking me politely if I would use it on her. It’s really just a simple, cheap plastic hanger. It stings like a motherfucker, and marks almost immediately. We made plans to do a hanger-only spanking session some other day.

And finally, I got to use my first-ever flogger. I was really glad that I had some lessons on how to use one of these from some kind tops at a dungeon in LA. Getting the wrist action just right, it’s a fun, therapeutic way to make a cute butt glow bright red with pain.

After she was properly sore, we took a moment to clean up and do a bit of aftercare snuggles. Going this deep into my sadism, it felt good knowing that she was very happy with the current play, and excited that I was going to ratchet things up in the near future.

Of course, snuggling naked with a gorgeous woman half my age does have a certain effect on my body, and she noticed me getting hard again. It was a little more gentle than our previous fucks… maybe?

She was on top as I bit and twisted her nipples. I was choking her for a bit until she started to choke me back. I had warned her about this, that if we were fucking and she did anything overtly bratty, I sort of loose all control and go primal.

It’s difficult to explain. I almost want to describe it as blacking out. It’s like my Superego is suddenly just a passenger watching my body do things as my Id takes complete control. And my desires and instincts are not polite.

I was on top of her. She had my spit on her face. Her eyes were rolling back, my hand on her throat. Her hair was a mess. And I’m above her, holding my cock. Cumming. Not a lot. It was the fourth time cumming that night. Slowly, control drained back into my body.

After a second round of aftercare, we both passed out.