TLDR : this roleplay is not about love or sex. It’s about you needing pain, and me giving it to you, until pain is constant and ever present. A twisted relationship may blossom in this context, or it may not.

Now to the prompt itself.

I noticed you this spring morning, standing behind you at the local market. Or rather I noticed the bright red belt marks on your inner thighs. Maybe it was an accident, you didn’t realize your skirt was too short today, or maybe was it on purpose. I won’t ever ask, nor will I ask who gave you those marks.

What I’m doing is whispering in your ear :” if you want more….a lot more, call me”.

I drop a business card with only my phone number on it into your pocket and calmly remain behind you as we queue at the fruits stall, daring you to not turn around.

Hopefully you will indeed pretend like nothing happened…and call me as soon as you are out of the market.

I don’t waste time in small talk. We will meet tonight at 7, at your place. I take note of the address and make sure you leave a copy of your keys under the doormat.

At 7, I enter your home. You are waiting for me naked. That’s good. I can see the marks on your body. No scars or cuts or holes yet. There will be.

Many bruises fresh and fading. That’s good too, pain is already your constant companion, isn’t it?

I waste no time and put the rope I brought to good use.

Tying your arms tightly behind your back, making a tight noose around your neck until you barely can stand, your toes the only part of your feet touching the ground.

No words are exchanged, we both know what you need.

I hit you hard in the side, hard knuckles into soft flesh, knocking the wind out of you.

I keep hitting, hard and fast, brutal and vicious, not letting up until I break you, until you can’t stand anymore, until all your weight is taken by the rope.

You struggle to breath, you panic, soon you fade and pass out, not knowing if it’s the end.

I help you back on your feet, slap you awake. Somehow you manage to stand up again, on tiptoes.

It’s time for the belt, heavy leather and steel buckle.

It is our first night, i use it on your thighs, your legs. I hit you with abandon, putting all my strength into each hit, swinging the steel buckle into your flesh, breaking skin, leaving bloody bruises and blood streaking down your legs, throughly ruining them for days and weeks….likely leaving scars here and there to remember.

Finished with the beating for tonight, I remove the rope from the overhead beam, letting you fall to the floor, the noose still around your neck and your arms still bound, leaving you to spend half the night trying to free yourself.

Once I’m done, I casually tell you : “ I suggest you keep to long skirts and long sleeves from now on. Tomorrow same time”.

And I leave.

——— We can play here (messages or chat) or in session. First or third person is fine. I expect you to write a couple paragraphs usually and to write regularly (ideally daily at least). Beyond the first few exchanges please don’t continue if you intend on ghosting me.