My Emotionally Painful And Pleasurable BDSM Sex
Hello ISS readers, I am bringing you another story with emotional pain as well as pleasure. Many have gone through such trauma and started accepting this. A lot of people will relate to this story and I might get many offers after this! One day, I got a text from my husband, “Hey, can you make Maggi? I am very hungry.” It was a Saturday and my hubby goes to play cricket with his friends. I said, “No, I am working on my presentations.” I knew he might have got furious, but we were married for three years now, and we do live together and have found out ways to live in the presence of each other. By the way, let me describe myself. I am Simraan who was a bomb in college. I was Miss. Fresher and always was surrounded by good-looking men. The entire college was behind me as a college girl. I even had a lovely boyfriend, a handsome hunk. But due to his financial conditions and his different caste, my parents never agreed on the marriage. I had to forcefully marry Sam, who was a well-earning person but did not know much about love or passion. He did treat me well, but he was not like my boyfriend, who also, happens to be an artist and surprised me with different acts. Like, writing a song for me, taking me for a long drive at night, or planning my birthday on the cruise, etc. Even though after having money, all such things were missing from my life nowadays in marriage. The only pleasure I got was when I forced my husband to be my slave for coming into my life. I never loved my husband and while having sex, I always imagined my boyfriend and it gave me amazing sexual pleasures. It was the only reason my marriage was working or else I would have run away long back. Coming back to the story. Me: Don’t you dare order me again, Sam. Remember, I am not your slave to cook your food, I earn my own money and make my living. You remember to take care of your stuff. To hell with your Maggi. My husband did not reply. But I received a surprising image on WhatsApp. The image had nylon ropes, dotted condoms, lubes, candles, and a stick. I just send him a few angry smileys. Soon my husband entered the room with his cricket kits, all muddy and soaked in sweat. I just did not like the sight and told him, “Naha le harami, you look like a gali ka kutta.” He did not say anything. He went inside. I just was missing my boyfriend badly. My bf always used to take me out to clubs on Saturday. But, my husband Sam was stupid and did not know anything about what women want. I just worked my black tight leggings and my strapped bra and net jacket. I was in a real bad mood to punish Sam that day. Also, I took some imaginative pleasures about how my life would have been different with my boyfriend. I was waiting in the living room, sitting on the couch. Sam came away from the kitchen with Maggi in his hands. I knew he was tired from playing cricket. I threw the Maggi packet away from his hands and pushed him on the couch! “How dare you eat without me? Don’t you have the manners to ask me first? My bf never did this, he always made sure that I had eaten first.” “You are a dumbfuck asshole.” And I slapped him. He was wearing his shorts and a t-shirt and specs. I just slapped him so hard that his specs fell. He tried picking it up from the ground. I stopped him, “I dare you to pick that up. I don’t want you to see me naked. I hate anyone else seeing me naked apart from my bf. You cunt, could not refuse the marriage, now suffer for life. I will never love you bitch. You will always be my slave or nothing. You are just a dog to me, not even a human. You are a soul-less cunt.” I just pinched him and he did not move. Again, I was just cursing him. I slapped him and both were feeling disgusted. It was a weird marriage, but both had accepted it and our family knew nothing about this. Probably, we both were miserable and had no other options. It was time to punish my husband more. I just removed his t-shirt and bit his nipples several times. He was moaning in pain. (Everyone knows how badly women bite. It’s our secret weapon!) Then I took the cane and just hit him on his palms. It turned red. “You ruined my life, you moron, bastard.” Sam did not utter a word and was embarrassed. I took him to the bedroom. I had rolled a joint. I had been smoking the entire day so I was already high to feel my boyfriend in my husband. I gave him a joint to, he smoked shyly and coughed as he had never smoked before. I got him high with my smoke. Then I just pushed him onto the bed. We had a bed that had iron rods as the head of the bed so that the hands can be easily tied to the bed. I took out the nylon ropes and tied Sam’s hands and hit him with the cane. His cock was getting erect, I must say his cock was very big. I just grabbed and pressed my husband’s cock hard and slapped his balls. He moaned like a baby! I just took off his shorts and was smashing his cock. I could feel the heat. I took off my jacket and pushed my boobs onto his face. I choked him for breath. It was a good 15 minutes sucking and my boobs were red now. I kept on pressing his cock. Then I took off my bra and tied his mouth with it so that he could not shout while I punished his cock. I just started licking it from the top, then grabbed his balls tightly and sucked it deep into my mouth. I choked myself this time. There was a candle. I just lit a joint and started pouring burning wax on his chest! He was moaning in pain but was enjoying it too. I was enjoying it as well and was high. I knew he cannot see me properly without the specs so I took off my leggings. My pussy was all wet. I sucked my husband’s cock again with smoky mouth and I loved every bit of the cock and ganja taste inside my mouth. My pussy was dripping. He was already read moaning from my BDSM actions. The next moment, I sat on my submissive husband’s hard dick and started riding him.