Times have been stressful and frustrating, for everyone. It doesn't matter which country, age, or gender; It's rough. I tend to try and bottle them up, just to get through the day, week, month. But I do have a tipping point. Having thoughts of not being where I want in life, overload and overworked in the office, relationships not working or constantly in conflict.

The build up needs some release. Working out helps, but with problems and life getting in the way, that seems to not happen as much. Sometimes abusing someone, something is the best way to get it all out. Hurt people hurt people. And I need to hurt. To hear the sounds of smacks from my hand to an objects flesh. To feel the rod or riding crop come to a sudden stop against a body. To see the color of flesh and skin turn red lines and spots. Slowly spreading to become a multi color bruise. Watching as they whimper and flinch at every moment I make.

Hearing the sweet music of their crying and sobbing. Their voice as it quivers and begs. Stuffing their holes with cock, toys, fingers. Feeling their holes squeeze as they flinch in pain. Watching as their body and face turn shades of red from the lack of air and struggling to breathe. To finally have my release and unload into/into them. Releasing not only my pleasure, but my frustrations, stress, and anger. To see the mess I've created laying on the floor covered in drool, spit, tears, fluids. The object hoping I'm done, having them beg that it's over. They'll be lucky if I'm spent. But there are times where I continue to use and abuse them. No longer for my pleasure, but for my entertainment and fun. And that can last a while, as my toys don't get tired, my toys don't need recovery time...