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Nigger-eye
Berries cast dark
Hooks --
Black sweet blood mouthfuls,
Shadows.
AMUN BLINKED OPEN HIS EYES. Or tried to. The action proved difficult, since his lashes felt as if they'd been glued together. And maybe they had been. If one of his friends had punked him, he was going to retaliate. With scissors.
I take a cruel joy in seeing you tremble and writhe beneath my whip, and in hearing your groans and wails; I want to go on whipping without pity until you beg for mercy, until you lose your senses.
Where does such tenderness come from
And what do I do with it, you, sly,
Adolescent, vagabond singer,
Whose lashes couldn't be longer?
What are you doing?"
"What I've wanted to do for a long time."
She couldn't move, couldn't think. She was lost in his dark eyes, and as he slowly lowered his head toward hers, she whispered, "Are you going to throttle me, then?"
He was laughing when he kissed her.
First, I'm going to teach you how to Irish Whip someone."
"Oh, that sounds kinky. I want my safeword to be peaches," I said, grinning.
Nothing so lowers a lover in a virile maiden's estimation, than for him to be 'whipped' in a personal encounter with a rival.
Whips and chains, handcuffs, smack a little body up with my belt. Scream, help play my game, dracula man, I'll get my fangs.
Forget whiplash, this woman had bitchlash;
If ever thou be'st bound in thy scarf and beaten, thou shalt find what it is to be proud of thy bondage.
Be quiet or I'll be forced to flick you."
"Ooh," he mocked. "The ultimate threat. I don't think I've ever been flicked before."
"Are you suggesting I can't hurt you?"
"On the contrary, I think you have the power to do great damage.
Combing her thoughts, yanking them into a pigtail.
An inarticulate scream of rage strangled me. I wanted
to destroy something, to spend my anger against the unfairness of every thing. I wanted nothing more than to grapple with the Goblin King, to tear him from limb to limb, a Maenad against Orpheus. I tightened my hands into fists.
You bear a sword and shield, remind me
of her labor, her stoning gaze. What beast
will your blade free next? What call will you loose
from another woman's throat?
The moment he'd wrapped his fingers around her wrist, she'd toed the edge of a cliff. The second his fangs had pierced her flesh she'd toppled over. Flying. Lost to sensation. Spellbound by the male who devoured her.
Love. The black hook. The spear singing through the mind.
The tongue is a whip that often turns on its master.
Eyes watching always
Shadows in shadows they wait
A black feather falls
First accepted, loved
Then betrayed-spit in the face
Vengeance sweet like dots.
When you get the end of your rope, tie a knot & hold on!
The things I could do to you with a coat hanger.
The choking, sweltering, deadly, and killing rule of no rule; the consecration of cupidity and braying of folly, and dim stupidity and baseness, in most of the affairs of men. Slopshirts attainable three-halfpence cheaper by the ruin of living bodies and immortal souls.
to hate someone you once loved. And to hate them to the point that you want to hurt them, break
Still he plied the lash without stint upon my poor body, until it seemed that the lacerated flesh was stripped from my bones at every stroke. A man with a particle of mercy in his soul would not have beaten even a dog so cruelly.
You can have one of mine," he says. "i'll yank one out right now."
no, that won't count. It has to be the lash that naturally falls out. "
He gets on his knees and starts looking for my lash.
Breakin' hearts and blowin' minds! or blowin' something,
He has a gentle voice and a quiet manner, but behind his twinkling blue eyes there lurks a capacity for furious wrath and implacable resolution, the more dangerous because they are held in leash.
Bound, elbow to elbow, darkness and night entered the dwelling.
Familiarize yourself with the chains of bondage and you prepare your own limbs to wear them.
Purled and meandering lines drawn by knives; brain and bone exposed by stones; the rope still digging at his throat.
The whip was the standard punishment for disobedience. Running away was a transgression so large that the punishment enveloped every generous soul on her brief tour of freedom.
Soothe and sly stamina with a short sword they slice
They are beyond precise making the victim pay the price
Whipping, caning, chains, restraints, the cat-o'-nine tails and many other devices beloved of the Marquis de Sade are employed in more extreme sado-masochistic relationships. A spanking, though, s every girl knows, is more about pleasure than pain.
Wearing a scrap of colored cloth around your neck, even though it serves no useful purpose, but which answers to the name of "tie."
The weakest punches are thrown with the tongue.
Don't use the buckle," she told him with a laugh, her eyes closed, head bent.
"I haven't beaten a woman with my belt before, Simone. That doesn't mean I don't have any clue about how to do it.
Close-up violence
it's like a tornado hitting you at 200 mph without warning. It takes all your preparation, fierceness to survive.
Battle, n., A method of untying with the teeth a political knot that would not yield to the tongue.
He who restrains his tongue has a leash on his enemy.
That which an enraged woman can accomplish.
Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud.
Where is the weapon with which I enforce your bondage? You give it to me every time you open your mouth.
If you're involved in the gay and lesbian lifestyle, it's bondage. It is personal bondage, personal despair and personal enslavement.
How many of them were there?' Her voice wasn't joking around. Eighteen. Hundred.' Four,' Blaylock interjected. 'An honor guard of four.' What did they work you over with? Those bruises on your thighs are severe?' Crowbars. Big, massive-' Blay cut in. 'Clubs. Had to be those ceremonial black clubs.
that heavy, indifferent lassitude which is not the will to laziness, but the frustration of the will to a secret violence that no lesser action can satisfy. That
Dreams drawn from the sheath.
Hangings, beheadings, impalement, oh my!
Flogging. The only solution to every problem. I warrant even the culprit himself doesn't know! It was just - his turn!
The way I fight, it's not me beatin' the man. I make the man whip himself.
and braying multitudes of wild asses. The
with every lithe action of the girl, with every turn of her wrist, perhaps most of all with her look of dread or horror; they were things of usage. 'Keep
Strangling is the most intimate way to kill someone,
Takin' out my freak tonight
Do not push me," she warned in a shaky voice.
"Och, but I will." He shifted on his booted feet, pushed his hips harder against hers, until she felt a part of the wall. A part of him. "You lifted a blade to me, Katarina. I'm going to push you hard.
Blade, she thought. I swallowed it; now cuts my loins forever. Punishment. Married to a Jew and shacking up with a German assassin. She felt tears again in her eyes, boiling. For all I have committed. Wrecked. 'Let's go,' she said, rising to her feet. 'The hairdresser.
Being. Not being. Giving in. Holding out. No matter what I do, it hurts.
The village of Wall watched the battle of wills with fascination, wondering what the outcome would be, for no one crossed Bridget Forester: she had a tongue that could, the villagers said, blister the paint from a barn door and tear the bark from an oak.
Matty blinked. 'You're passing up whips for shopping?'
'You're bitching about shopping?' Rob countered.
'I feel so torn!' Matty pulled at his hair. 'Oh my god. You suck.
You are yoked with a lamb,
That carries anger as the flint bears fire;
Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spank,
And straight is cold again.
Merry kept talking, but he lost the thread. She wandered closer. With the knots banished, she gripped the tail of the rope in her fist, making an L of her arm and winding the length around her elbow in uniform loops. Rough, rasping rope against that smooth, perfect skin. And Rob on his knees.
Debt, n. An ingenious substitute for the chain and whip of the slavedriver.
How about we call it lovingly fucking your brains out?
Paddles and floggers and whips, oh my! - Location 3816
You tug and strain like a young horse when it's first tied up at the stake, whenever you are tied by your heartstrings.
Spanking must be steady, rhythmic, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, moving from one area to another until both cheeks glow with a rosy bloom that lights the charge and sends the electric message to the restless clitoris.
Blood tricked down Molly's neck from the stinging cut Justine had given her. She thought, dear lords and ladies, all I want in the whole wide world is a bath, a pina colada, and the chance to stake this bitch in the heart.
This howling mouth, this head which rolls back and tries to escape.
Whats the name you Poms have for that thing where you jump up and down and hit each other with sticks?"
"Sex?"
"Gardening?"
He snapped his fingers. "Morris dancing.
Well, there are those who would say it's a form of aggression."
"What is?"
"A surprise.
My eyes flew open, and I pushed back against rock-hard shoulders. I let out a little squeak of horror.
"It's me," said a familiar voice.
... "Eric, what are you doing here?"
"Snuggling.
Bondage is when the mind longs for something, grieves about something, rejects something, holds on to something, is pleased about something or displeased about something.
If you wish to draw off the people from a bad or wicked custom, you must beat up for a march; you must make an excitement, do something that everybody will notice.
Kicks from Ed Hardy,
Love well, whip well.
Tina hit that tingle in the back of his head, the fuse that usually stayed damp, the one that got lit on those rare occasions when he met a woman who actually scared him. It was sort of like sex, but harder to find.
The shackles." She stirred. "Aryal has both sets of chains, and the key," she told him, muffled against his skin. "She swears she'll find a way to destroy them. She's saying 'My Precious' a lot and talking about dropping them into a volcano.
The anguished suspense of watching the lips you hunger for, framing the words, the death sentence, of sheer triteness!
When in darkness ... strike a match
Fury. A vital passion in every healthy persons life, unless you are dead, you have to be bloody furious.
You menace others with your deadly fangs. But in tormenting them, you are only tormenting yourselves.
Bondage is the life of personality, and for bondage the personal self will fight with tireless resourcefulness and the most stubborn cunning.
A man is in bondage to whatever he cannot part with that is less than
himself.
And so gentlemen, I learned. Oh, if you have to learn, you learn; if you're desperate for a way out, you learn; you learn pitilessly. You stand over yourself with a whip in your hand; if there's the least resistance, you lash yourself.
When a man curls his lip, when he uses ridicule, when he grows angry, you have touched a raw nerve in domination.
slaying everything within reach in order to quiet the monster that gnaws at their vitals.
My father used to beat me with his belt ... while it was still on him.
vomiting the crying
Right words, sometimes they escape me; curses nay so much. Of them I am kin.
Aggression, the writer's main source of energy.
Midnight shout and revelry, Tipsy dance and jollity.
Anger was both a disfiguring and a revealing passion.
The venom," she [Susan] said quietly. "They call it their Kiss."
"I guess I can't blame them. It sounds a lot more romantic than 'narcotic drool.
How closely women clutch the very chains that bind them!
Fight, flight, and screw up royaly.
Oh! too convincing
dangerously dear
In woman's eye the unanswerable tear! That weapon of her weakness she can wield, To save, subdue
at once her spear and shield.
He moved to her earlobe and breathed, "First, I will blow, then I will lick, last I will bite." Blake took his time blowing an elaborate pattern on her stomach, and Livia was pretty sure he'd spelled the word torture.
I just can't see myself with a man on the ropes and just to prove how bad I am - and I see in his eyes, his head, he's hopeless - and I'm just deliberately hitting. I don't do that.
Spank me, whip me, let me come back home. Break out the leather, baby.
You're just pissed off. And when you're pissed off, you lash out.
bad blood." Hazel
Drinking: something to do while getting drunk.