made2serve
04-19-2009, 01:25 PM
Marian
Marian was a true sexual sadist. For her sex and sadism went hand in hand, one was no good without the other. But even together they could fail to arouse her emotionally if her victim was a willing participant.
Power to Marian was about more than just the relationship between a Dominant and their submissive, or between a sadist and a masochist? For Marian the real power lay in being able to influence and control their every thought,
Marian had discovered the pleasure as a sixteen year old schoolgirl.
Like every other sixteen year old schoolgirl she was fast becoming interested in boys. The only problem was that the boys weren’t very interested in her.
At sixteen Marian had been no beauty. She was a little plain, and a little overweight, and unlike her peers had little interest in clothes or makeup. Her thing was sport, and she was the star of both the school hockey and netball teams. But when it came to boys? That didn’t seem to help very much, as they seemed to be more interested in the skinny immature gigglers who hung around the playground in little groups reading fashion magazines and gushing over the school football team.
The crunch had come when she found out that one of the said skinny gigglers named Jenny Parker; had nicknamed her carthorse, and that anyone who wanted to be her friend had to refer too her by her new name. Not to her face of course, just in secret where they could snigger among themselves while showing off to the boys.
The other thing about Marian was that she always had complete control over her emotions. She never lost her temper or became angry. In fact her anger manifested itself in an aura of calm, almost meditative state. Anyone who had faced her on the hockey field or netball court would have called it focussed. But this time it went far beyond focussed.
After she found out about the nickname she spent five weeks watching, waiting and following jenny every chance she got.
The problem wasn’t going to be time as is seemed Jenny had no curfew and seemed to come and go at home pretty much as she pleased. The problem was going to be getting her alone? As she always seemed to be surrounded by admirers and hangers on.
But eventually one Sunday everything just seemed to come together. Jenny’s cat had just died, and in true Jenny fashion she was milking it for all it was worth. the backyard burial was followed by a bout of tears and an over exaggerated “I want to be alone moment”.
And Marian, who had been watching her from a discrete distance just followed her into Coomb wood.
Keeping her distance Marian followed her until stopping deep in the woods, and away from prying eyes she stopped and lighting a cigarette sat down on the trunk of a fallen tree.
Overweight Marian might have been, but thanks to netball, hockey, and the soft grassy path she was soon standing behind and right on top of a blissfully unaware Jenny.
“Does your mum know you smoke?” the reaction was all she had hoped it would be. Jenny jumped up and dropping the cigarette tried to conceal it under her foot.”
“What, what are you doing here?”
Marian smiled as she enjoyed Jenny’s obvious fear and embarrassment.
“Oh you know me. just out for a walk on my own, ploughing a lonely furrow.” She had been practising those words for days, and going by Jenny’s reaction? They were just right.
“Look please my cat just died and I want to be alone.”
Smiling sympathetically Marian nodded, “I know I’m really sorry, but in a way it’s lucky.”
Lucky, how can my cat dying be lucky?”
“Well not for your cat I admit, but it is for me. I’ve been hoping to get you alone for weeks, and at last here we are.”
And as the realisation dawned in Jenny’s eyes Marian hit her. She punched her as hard as she could under her heart and just below her ribs. It was a favourite spot for an elbow in a close quarter tackle on the hockey field. And just as it did now it emptied the victim’s lungs of air and just for a moment stopped them breathing.
Anyone who played a contact sport would know just to relax, but jenny didn’t and as expected panicked. The pain on her face was easy to see, but even better than that was the fear in her eyes as robbed of air and unable to speak reached a hand out imploringly towards Marian.
Taking the offered hand in her left hand and using her thumb to bend it back just enough to spread the fingers and the thumb in her right hand and very slowly and deliberately forced it backwards.
Faced with either a broken thumb or kneeling jenny chose the latter. And as her lungs filled with air and her breathing had returned to normal she found herself on her knees in front of Marian.
With jenny on her knees Marian released a little pressure her thumb.
“What’ my name?”
“Marian, your names Marian”
A little more pressure and she asked again, “Say it again”
“Marian, Marian, please stop your hurting me.”
“Am I? I am sorry. So tell me do you think it hurts me when you and your little friends call me names.”
“Please stop.”
“Wrong answer.” And Marian kicked her. “Try again”
“Yes, yes, I’m sorry”
Marian twisted the thumb, “On your back, lay down on your back.”
With jenny on her back Marian made herself comfortable astride her chest and pinning her arms down under her knees took a handful of hair in her left hand and holding her head still spent a few minutes just slapping her.
With jenny reduced to tears she asked her the question. “So I’m a carthorse am I?”
Jenny’s voice had been tearful and pleading.
Please I’m sorry, it was just a joke”
“Oh that’s ok then”
As jenny began to wriggle Marian edged her weight forward until she was sitting astride jenny’s chest.
By letting her full weight bare down she found she could drastically reduce jenny’s ability to breath, and after a few experiments she kept the pressure on until Jenny’s face started to turn a bright red colour.
“If you keep still I’ll let you breathe.” And realising she had no choice Jenny nodded and did as she was told.
.
Looking around Marian picked up jenny’s bag, and going through it found her cigarettes and holding them up asked her again. “Does your mum Know you smoke” Jenny shook her head, “No, and please don’t tell her”. Marian took a cigarette and after lighting it held the glowing tip just a few centimetres from her face.
“How would you like a few scars on that pretty face of yours?”
“Please don’, I’ll do anything you say. But please don’t” letting her go Marian sat back.
“Anything at all?”
“Yes anything, please I promise”
“Will you be my slave?”
Jenny hesitated, so Marian tapped ash on her face.
“Yes, yes I swear” and with a smile and pointing her finger right in Jenny’s face Marian said stay, and standing up she snapped her fingers, “knickers”
“What”
“You heard, give me your knickers” so Jenny struggled out of her knickers and handed them to Marian. “Now turn over, I want you face down.”
“Why”
“Never mind why just do as your told.” And as soon as she did Marian sat down astride her back and again using her hair pulled her head back and stuffed the knickers in her mouth. “Now stay still” and turning around to face jenny’s feet she used her cigarette to burn a row of dots that formed the letter M into the screaming girls bottom.
When it was finished she filled her mouth with saliva and let it dribble over the tiny M and used her finger to clean away the black ash.
“There now you’re a proper slave, branded and everything. It looks great, is there a mirror in your bag, if there is I’ll show you, No better still you can look when you get home. Now you can kiss my feet, slaves do that as well.”
By now jenny was sobbing uncontrollably, and standing up Marian kicked her. “Well I’m waiting”
And as she stood in that wood with Jenny Parker kissing her feet Marian felt the first heady thrill that came from having absolute power over another human being.
“Look at me.”
And as she looked down at the tearstained face below her she felt the first tingle of sexual arousal. “Do you know what I’d like to do now?”
Jenny shook her head “No, no I don’t”
“Piss on you, all over that stupid little face of yours.”
Jenny sobbed”
“But that can wait for another day, I’ve finished with you for now, so you can put your knickers on and go home. But,- - - In the morning? You sit with me on the school bus. From now on were best friend’s, and no more boys either. Now you can kiss my feet again before you go.”
Marian kept Jenny for the rest of the school term and two years of sixth form collage. Jenny became her slave, victim and lover, and she used her quite unmercifully. Not out of any particular loathing, but simply because mercy was an alien concept.
For over two years Marian perfected her skills, not just as a sadist, but as a lover to. She wasn’t a lesbian, because sex was secondary. It was nothing more than a weapon. A tool or a lure she used to ensnare her victim’s, and her skill at choosing them ensured they never complained or reported her afterward.
When she left collage she gave Jenny to Ms Cramer? And Ms Cramer was a lesbian.
And on her last night before going on to university to study medicine she visited Jenny in her new home.
To serve dinner jenny wore a very fetching French maids outfit, and after diner as they relaxed in the lounge she had changed into a Parisian prostitute.
Lighting a cigarette while jenny filled their wine glasses Ms Cramer explained. “Jenny’s living here now, she moved in about three weeks ago. We decided she wouldn’t bother looking for work, instead she would become my live in companion? And just take care of me and my needs.”
A snap of her fingers she brought Jenny to her knees, but if you’d like her tonight? Just for old time’s sake? You’re quite welcome.”
Marian smiled, “Does she still wear my brand?”
Ms Cramer laughed, “No sorry I had it tattooed over and my own put on.”
“Then I’ll leave her.”
For the next six years Marian practiced, and learned self control. Choosing instead to channel all that adrenalin and pent up emotions into her medical studies.
And now at the age of forty two she was a highly respected and very wealthy surgeon.
AND SADIST…………………
Marian was a true sexual sadist. For her sex and sadism went hand in hand, one was no good without the other. But even together they could fail to arouse her emotionally if her victim was a willing participant.
Power to Marian was about more than just the relationship between a Dominant and their submissive, or between a sadist and a masochist? For Marian the real power lay in being able to influence and control their every thought,
Marian had discovered the pleasure as a sixteen year old schoolgirl.
Like every other sixteen year old schoolgirl she was fast becoming interested in boys. The only problem was that the boys weren’t very interested in her.
At sixteen Marian had been no beauty. She was a little plain, and a little overweight, and unlike her peers had little interest in clothes or makeup. Her thing was sport, and she was the star of both the school hockey and netball teams. But when it came to boys? That didn’t seem to help very much, as they seemed to be more interested in the skinny immature gigglers who hung around the playground in little groups reading fashion magazines and gushing over the school football team.
The crunch had come when she found out that one of the said skinny gigglers named Jenny Parker; had nicknamed her carthorse, and that anyone who wanted to be her friend had to refer too her by her new name. Not to her face of course, just in secret where they could snigger among themselves while showing off to the boys.
The other thing about Marian was that she always had complete control over her emotions. She never lost her temper or became angry. In fact her anger manifested itself in an aura of calm, almost meditative state. Anyone who had faced her on the hockey field or netball court would have called it focussed. But this time it went far beyond focussed.
After she found out about the nickname she spent five weeks watching, waiting and following jenny every chance she got.
The problem wasn’t going to be time as is seemed Jenny had no curfew and seemed to come and go at home pretty much as she pleased. The problem was going to be getting her alone? As she always seemed to be surrounded by admirers and hangers on.
But eventually one Sunday everything just seemed to come together. Jenny’s cat had just died, and in true Jenny fashion she was milking it for all it was worth. the backyard burial was followed by a bout of tears and an over exaggerated “I want to be alone moment”.
And Marian, who had been watching her from a discrete distance just followed her into Coomb wood.
Keeping her distance Marian followed her until stopping deep in the woods, and away from prying eyes she stopped and lighting a cigarette sat down on the trunk of a fallen tree.
Overweight Marian might have been, but thanks to netball, hockey, and the soft grassy path she was soon standing behind and right on top of a blissfully unaware Jenny.
“Does your mum know you smoke?” the reaction was all she had hoped it would be. Jenny jumped up and dropping the cigarette tried to conceal it under her foot.”
“What, what are you doing here?”
Marian smiled as she enjoyed Jenny’s obvious fear and embarrassment.
“Oh you know me. just out for a walk on my own, ploughing a lonely furrow.” She had been practising those words for days, and going by Jenny’s reaction? They were just right.
“Look please my cat just died and I want to be alone.”
Smiling sympathetically Marian nodded, “I know I’m really sorry, but in a way it’s lucky.”
Lucky, how can my cat dying be lucky?”
“Well not for your cat I admit, but it is for me. I’ve been hoping to get you alone for weeks, and at last here we are.”
And as the realisation dawned in Jenny’s eyes Marian hit her. She punched her as hard as she could under her heart and just below her ribs. It was a favourite spot for an elbow in a close quarter tackle on the hockey field. And just as it did now it emptied the victim’s lungs of air and just for a moment stopped them breathing.
Anyone who played a contact sport would know just to relax, but jenny didn’t and as expected panicked. The pain on her face was easy to see, but even better than that was the fear in her eyes as robbed of air and unable to speak reached a hand out imploringly towards Marian.
Taking the offered hand in her left hand and using her thumb to bend it back just enough to spread the fingers and the thumb in her right hand and very slowly and deliberately forced it backwards.
Faced with either a broken thumb or kneeling jenny chose the latter. And as her lungs filled with air and her breathing had returned to normal she found herself on her knees in front of Marian.
With jenny on her knees Marian released a little pressure her thumb.
“What’ my name?”
“Marian, your names Marian”
A little more pressure and she asked again, “Say it again”
“Marian, Marian, please stop your hurting me.”
“Am I? I am sorry. So tell me do you think it hurts me when you and your little friends call me names.”
“Please stop.”
“Wrong answer.” And Marian kicked her. “Try again”
“Yes, yes, I’m sorry”
Marian twisted the thumb, “On your back, lay down on your back.”
With jenny on her back Marian made herself comfortable astride her chest and pinning her arms down under her knees took a handful of hair in her left hand and holding her head still spent a few minutes just slapping her.
With jenny reduced to tears she asked her the question. “So I’m a carthorse am I?”
Jenny’s voice had been tearful and pleading.
Please I’m sorry, it was just a joke”
“Oh that’s ok then”
As jenny began to wriggle Marian edged her weight forward until she was sitting astride jenny’s chest.
By letting her full weight bare down she found she could drastically reduce jenny’s ability to breath, and after a few experiments she kept the pressure on until Jenny’s face started to turn a bright red colour.
“If you keep still I’ll let you breathe.” And realising she had no choice Jenny nodded and did as she was told.
.
Looking around Marian picked up jenny’s bag, and going through it found her cigarettes and holding them up asked her again. “Does your mum Know you smoke” Jenny shook her head, “No, and please don’t tell her”. Marian took a cigarette and after lighting it held the glowing tip just a few centimetres from her face.
“How would you like a few scars on that pretty face of yours?”
“Please don’, I’ll do anything you say. But please don’t” letting her go Marian sat back.
“Anything at all?”
“Yes anything, please I promise”
“Will you be my slave?”
Jenny hesitated, so Marian tapped ash on her face.
“Yes, yes I swear” and with a smile and pointing her finger right in Jenny’s face Marian said stay, and standing up she snapped her fingers, “knickers”
“What”
“You heard, give me your knickers” so Jenny struggled out of her knickers and handed them to Marian. “Now turn over, I want you face down.”
“Why”
“Never mind why just do as your told.” And as soon as she did Marian sat down astride her back and again using her hair pulled her head back and stuffed the knickers in her mouth. “Now stay still” and turning around to face jenny’s feet she used her cigarette to burn a row of dots that formed the letter M into the screaming girls bottom.
When it was finished she filled her mouth with saliva and let it dribble over the tiny M and used her finger to clean away the black ash.
“There now you’re a proper slave, branded and everything. It looks great, is there a mirror in your bag, if there is I’ll show you, No better still you can look when you get home. Now you can kiss my feet, slaves do that as well.”
By now jenny was sobbing uncontrollably, and standing up Marian kicked her. “Well I’m waiting”
And as she stood in that wood with Jenny Parker kissing her feet Marian felt the first heady thrill that came from having absolute power over another human being.
“Look at me.”
And as she looked down at the tearstained face below her she felt the first tingle of sexual arousal. “Do you know what I’d like to do now?”
Jenny shook her head “No, no I don’t”
“Piss on you, all over that stupid little face of yours.”
Jenny sobbed”
“But that can wait for another day, I’ve finished with you for now, so you can put your knickers on and go home. But,- - - In the morning? You sit with me on the school bus. From now on were best friend’s, and no more boys either. Now you can kiss my feet again before you go.”
Marian kept Jenny for the rest of the school term and two years of sixth form collage. Jenny became her slave, victim and lover, and she used her quite unmercifully. Not out of any particular loathing, but simply because mercy was an alien concept.
For over two years Marian perfected her skills, not just as a sadist, but as a lover to. She wasn’t a lesbian, because sex was secondary. It was nothing more than a weapon. A tool or a lure she used to ensnare her victim’s, and her skill at choosing them ensured they never complained or reported her afterward.
When she left collage she gave Jenny to Ms Cramer? And Ms Cramer was a lesbian.
And on her last night before going on to university to study medicine she visited Jenny in her new home.
To serve dinner jenny wore a very fetching French maids outfit, and after diner as they relaxed in the lounge she had changed into a Parisian prostitute.
Lighting a cigarette while jenny filled their wine glasses Ms Cramer explained. “Jenny’s living here now, she moved in about three weeks ago. We decided she wouldn’t bother looking for work, instead she would become my live in companion? And just take care of me and my needs.”
A snap of her fingers she brought Jenny to her knees, but if you’d like her tonight? Just for old time’s sake? You’re quite welcome.”
Marian smiled, “Does she still wear my brand?”
Ms Cramer laughed, “No sorry I had it tattooed over and my own put on.”
“Then I’ll leave her.”
For the next six years Marian practiced, and learned self control. Choosing instead to channel all that adrenalin and pent up emotions into her medical studies.
And now at the age of forty two she was a highly respected and very wealthy surgeon.
AND SADIST…………………