Divine Sadism Femdom

Except taken from the Presentation given by Divine Lady Cythe and Goddess Fox.

Goddess Fox:

For those of you who may not know me, I am a switch who happily calls her RL partner Daddy and calls my SL partner slave, imp, and pain slut. Today I want to mindfully describe for you what my primal play feels like. I would like to know by the end of my story today if you can picture yourself feeling these ways and how it may fit into your own dynamic. Like most delicious things in our lives we all have a unique sense of what primal play means.. I would love to hear about any similarities and differences in your play once I am done describing these very personal experiences.

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I stand on the tips of my toes and quickly grab his hair; he is forced to bend forward into an uncomfortable position given his height. With my other hand I take his chin and tilt his head back awkwardly so his ear is within perfect whispering distance of my mouth. I cannot help the wicked grin that drapes across my face as I move closer to his ear and let out a low growl with one word attached to it, “mine”. I feel I’ve touched him in a place no one else can… our most raw and vulnerable places connected. I feel feral, vulpine, raw and powerful!

In that moment I feel his body relax as if every care in the world has been erased from his essence. His muscles soften and he lets one word escape his lips in a soft whimper “yours.” In this moment I know he feels completely helpless. He has given up on both flight or fight. He knows I will devour him.

It does not take long for his whole body to tense back up as I push him to his knees and drag him by his hair across the floor. I cannot physically overpower him, but I don’t need to. He is my prey, but there is no longer a hunt. He comes to me a willing sacrificial lamb desperate for my bites, cuts, bruises and the thrill of the pain that can be felt days later. I can literally smell the fear on him. The musk of his anticipation.

From this moment forward all of the energy flows from my instinct as I cuff him to the post and circle him like a hungry fox. I observe his shallow breath and can almost hear his heartbeat quicken as he tugs against his bindings. I have not left him much room to wiggle about. I scrape my fingernails across his back several times enjoying him squirm and watching the red lines form across the tender flesh. I grab and pull at him from behind, delicately rending his flesh as I carve my marks into the canvas on which I create my art..

I left him very little room to move his head to look back and see what I’m doing. For him he is living in the moment with the pain and the anticipation of the pain that will come next. I believe he is afraid, but not of the pain. He is afraid of the pain ending, the pursuit stopping, of having to return to his thoughts and leave this primal feeling behind. His whimpers are of desire. His whispered pleas are not for mercy or tenderness but for me to push onward; every touch a trial that he eagerly embraces.

I pause and allow the anticipation and tension fill the silence of the space between us. When his body relaxes and his breath steadies I feel myself grow excited, get wet, and push him again back into the tension of being completely at my mercy.

… every touch a trial that he eaderly embraces.

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I know I am biased but I think that is pretty hot. But here’s the cool part about my dynamic that I very seldom hear talked about and is one of the most erotic and spiritual experiences I have ever had, dominant on dominant primal play. Where we both enter the scene as hunter and hunted. It is a raw and fierce energy like nothing I have ever felt before.

He physically overpowers me and holds my wrist down firmly against the mattress. True, I cannot physically overtake him, but the fight is so delicious and my stamina to fight is much longer than his. I can probably count the number of times he has conceded just from shear exhaustion and in those moments breathing hard and drenched in sweat I can’t help but feel the full force of my power.

But it is not my power over him or his power over me. No one wins or loses in this pursuit. Instead our energy intertwines and builds on top of one another’s, much like what I imagine lightning must feel like as it hits the earth. The energy is neither created or destroyed- just constantly shifting, flexing, and bending in the moment to our will.

He pushes down and forces himself inside me and is greeted by my pelvic muscles forcing him back out. I firmly bite his arm just above the wrist and he lets out a growl and continues to use his brute force to pin my legs open. I don’t let go of his arm as he wrestles to grab my hair. My fingernails dig securely into his back. I feel feral, in heat.

As I let him penetrate me once more. I feel my muscles soften and for a moment I let myself go into what seems like an unending orgasm as he thrusts into me holding me tightly against his body. I snap out of bliss and my teeth let go of his arm and dig into his neck as I use the full force of my pelvic floor to tighten around his cock and drain the blood from it. I feel it soften inside me a bit. I can’t help but smile and look at him a bit smugly as I feel the full force of the Divine Feminine deep inside my root chakra explode sending waves of pleasure through my body and allowing myself to open back up to him as wave after wave of orgasm consumes me. And his body answers, again… and again… and again. We consume one another with our most primitive urges. Until the height of his power comes to an end as he breeds me. His wave of orgasm extends beyond the act of physical orgasm as I use what energy I have left to milk and tease his intensely sensitive cock. He shakes and groans and falls into me; we lie there exhausted, sated and comforting one another.