Sadist Attraction

Sadist Attraction

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Sadist Attraction

Anna Robertson, the presenter of Nude Date, tossed and turned under her duvet as she dreamt. One hand was clutching the edge of the duvet. But the other hand was rubbing at her wet cunt, even as she slept and dreamt.

Anna dreamt that she was on the show which she presented. But she was still presenting the show. There was Anna Presenter and Anna Guest.

There was a little small talk between the two Annas. Then Anna Guest was asked why she had come on the show.

“Well, the truth is that I can’t find a girlfriend who is cruel enough.” Anna Guest said. “I need somebody who will be very cruel enough to my nipples and clit, and show no mercy at all.”

“Well, let’s see what we have for you.” Anna Presenter said. There were five coloured tubes. “Let’s have a look at the bottom halves of our potential dates.”

Back in real life Anna tossed her long, dark hair as she dreamt. She muttered something unintelligible.

In the dream the tubes slowly raised, revealing the naked legs and pussies of five women. All five women had shaven pussies.

The first woman was black, with strong, athletic legs, and a clit too large to be hidden by the clitoral hood.

The second woman was Japanese, with beautiful skin, the tattoo of an Oriental dragon climbing up and around one leg.

The third woman was Caucasian. Her legs were covered with Celtic style tattoos. It was evident that she was into receiving as well as doling out pain, as her pussy had at least a dozen shiny rings piercing both inner and outer labia.

The fourth woman was also white. Her legs were powerfully built, like those of an athlete. There was a single horizontal silver bar through the base of her clitoral hood.

The fifth woman was white, as well. There was nothing special about her legs or pussy: no piercings or tattoos. But it was still one of the most beautiful pussies which Anna had ever seen.

Back in real life Anna threw off her duvet. It slid off the bed, down onto her bedroom floor. Her naked body was revealed, and it was obvious that her beautiful nipples were erect. Her little red clit was poking out of its clitoral hood. Anna’s index finger was between her labia, buried to the knuckle inside her.

In the dream Anna Presenter was speaking into the microphone.

“Well, I think that it is time to learn a little more about our contestants. Why don’t you tell us just what you would do to Anna’s breasts and nipples, as she is into heavy breast and nipple torture?”

The black woman, contestant number one, spoke. Her voice was like dark chocolate laced with poison. There was evil under the warm tones, and Anna shivered, imagining just how cruel the woman could be.

“Well, sugar, I like to whip white girls like you. Your skin is simply not dark enough. I am a black supremacist, and I would bind your tits with wire at the base. Then I would take my bullwhip and whip your tits until they bled. I would then sit on your face and rub salt into the wounds, as I pissed down your throat.”

“Well, that’s quite interesting.” Anna the Presenter said, waving her hand at her face, her cheeks having reddened a little. “If Anna doesn’t go on a date with you then I might. How about you, number two? What would you do to Anna’s breasts and nipples?”

There was the sound of a cultured Japanese voice.

“You would be bound with ropes, in shibari bondage, in such away that your breasts would be presented for torture without respite. I would begin by attaching powerful clamps to your nipples and the running powerful electricity through your breasts. But that would only be the beginning. There would be no end to the tortures I will inflict on your breasts and nipples.”

“Wow, a great image there.” Anna the Presenter said, fanning her face again. “I don’t know about you, but it certainly makes my pussy wet. Let’s speak to number three.”

Number three had a faint Irish lilt in her voice.

“Your tits would meet with my needles and skewers. I would pierce your nipples time and time again. I would turn your breasts into pincushions. I would force skewers all of the way through your breasts. And that would just be the start.”

“Number four?”

“I would hang you by your tits, with rope around the base. Then I would pull on my leather gloves, the ones with jagged fragments of glass glued to the knuckles. I would use your useless tits as punching bags until become nothing but a bloody mess.”

“Wow, brutal. What about you, number five?”

Anna the Guest recognised the voice from somewhere, but she didn’t know where.

“I would burn your breasts with cigarettes. They would only be first degree burns, so that you would not lose any sensitivity. Each day I will find a new area of flesh to burn. Your nipples will be blackened by my cigarette ash.”

“Wow, cigarette torture is intense, and she sounds like an expert.” Anna Robertson the presenter said. Her voices had become a little throaty, and she was clearly turned on by all of these descriptions of sadistic breast torture.

In the real world Anna’s hand was no longer buried between her legs. Instead both hands had risen to her breasts, to grasp her nipples between thumb and forefinger. As she dreamt, and tossed her head from side to side, Anna dug her fingernails into her nipples. She dug her fingers in so hard that that her nipples began to bleed. But she dreamt on…

It was time to reject two of the contestants. Anna rejected the Japanese woman and the boxer, contestants two and four. One she feared would not be cruel enough; and the other’s tortures would be too brutal, lacking that exquisite pain she sought.

“It is now time to reveal the rest of the bodies.” Anna the Presenter said. The three tubes ascended, revealing the three remaining women in all their naked glory.

The first woman, the black woman, had a torso as muscular as her legs. She was clearly a body builder, but one with large, natural breasts. The breasts had large, chocolate nipples, more than an inch long, at the centre of areolae more like saucers in size. Her straightened black hair was in a beehive on top of her head. She wore a pair of designer sunglasses. She flexed her muscles as the camera lingered on every curve.

Contestant number three had the Celtic tattoos continuing up her body. She had flaming red hair and green eyes.

The last contestant, though, made Anna start. It was her, naked, standing there. But there was a cruel cast to her smile. This was a true sadist, one who would show no mercy at all.

Anna the Presenter did not seem phased by seeing a third Anna Robertson in the studio. She carried on with her spiel.

“Anna here has requested cruel pussy and clit torture. It is time to tell her what you would do to her. Number one?”

“I would spread-eagle her on the floor of my dungeon. I would soften her up by whipping her cunt. Then I would pull on my thigh-high stiletto-heeled leather boots and kick her between the legs until I’m too tired to kick any more.”

“Number three?”

“I would pierce her cunt and clit. I would run skewers lengthwise through her labia, and piece her clit with a long needle going into her body. I would turn her cunt into a pin cushion. Then I would padlock those two skewers to each other and weld them shut, sealing up her cunt forever.”

“Number five?”

Anna the contestant gazed into the eyes of Anna the sub contestant.

“I would torture your cunt and clit every day of your miserable existence. If you become my slave I will do everything to your clit, you labia, your urethra, and the inside of your vagina. You will be burned with cigarettes. You will be whipped until you bleed. You will be fucked by ice dildoes. You clit will be crushed by clamps and stung by wasps. You will be brought to the brink of orgasms many times a day. But you will never be allowed to cum.”

Back in the real world Anna writhed on her bed. She had her very sensitive clit between the thumb and forefinger of her right hand. She pulled and twisted her engorged clit, bringing it pleasurable pain.

In the dream Anna rejected the Irish woman. Her tortures sounded fun, but not really imaginative enough. Anna wanted it all. She had already decided who the winner was going to be.

It was time for her to get naked. She disappeared off the set. When she came back it was clear that she was turned on, as her nipples and clit were both erect. There was a silver ring set in the base of Anna’s clit. In one hand she held a dog leash clipped onto that leash. In the other she held a pair of steel handcuffs.

“It is time for our final two contestants to say what else they would do to you.” Anna the Presenter managed to say, albeit haltingly. Her left hand held the microphone. But her right hand was down the front of her trousers, fingers buried in her sopping cunt.

The black domme spoke first.

“I will make you my K9 slave. I will have you fuck and suck my dog. You will always crawl on all fours. You will never be free, but will be my lesbian slave forever.”

“Wow, exciting, and what girl would not want that? Number five?”

“I will torture every part of your body for the rest of your life. You will have red hot needles forced under your fingernails and toenails. Red hot needles will pierce your breasts and pussy. You will be whipped every day. You will be fed a diet of my shit and piss. You will be tortured on my rack, until you fear that your bones will break. You will be hung with a rope around the neck until you lose consciousness but you will always recover. You will be torture by electricity on your clit, breasts, nipples, urethra, anus and inside your cunt. You will be branded, eventually, on your breasts, buttocks and pussy mound. I will torture you to the point of death but never let you die. You will be tortured forever. And you will never get to cum.”

In the real world Anna’s left hand, while she slept, had moved her clit hood out of the way. The beautiful red nails of the other hand were poised over her defenceless clit.

In the dream Anna chose her sadistic self. The Anna the Sadist cuffed her hands behind her back, not asking or caring where the key was. The dog leash was grasped, as Anna Robertson was led away for a life of unending torment.

Back in the real world Anna’s long fingernails sank into her clit, grasping it so cruelly that the fingernails almost met. Anna awoke with a start. She looked down at her bleeding nipples and clit.

“Fuck, I need a different job.” she muttered, and went back to sleep. After all, part of her wanted to see what happened next…

The End