We watched Children of the Corn V: Fields of Terror. It was as bad as you'd expect, moreso because that annoying kid from those '90s commercials was the bad guy. Then we put in Children of the Corn 666: Isaac's Return. It was bad; and very confusing to watch. Even Isaac couldn't save this one, although the actor (who is very short) did do some hysterically funny short people exploitation when he was being used as a marionette. An hour into the movie we stopped to make more drinks, and while we were talking my boyfriend removed his shoelaces. But once I realized that, I decided I had to go to the bathroom first, a good idea since my movements would be decidedly limited for a while. When I came back to the room we conversed a while longer, and then decided to finish the movie.
After the movie, he tied me to the bedframe with the shoelaces. He had decided to use the shoelaces because during previous activities I had managed to get loose from ties and belts with relative ease, and he didn't want me to be able to get away. Then he put a blindfold on me, and told me I was going to regret coming over tonight. He licked my face, my body, and bit me hard on the thigh. Then he licked me some more and bit me hard on the arm. Then he spanked me really hard, so hard it felt like he was punching me. He kept hitting the same spot over and over, and it was hard not to make any noise. He slapped my face really hard, and told me to bite down. I did, and he spanked me even harder. Then he'd kiss me and lick me and all of a sudden spank and slap me more, so I learned to keep my teeth clenched. He slapped me very hard in the face not only with his hand, but also his dick. He said he'd be very nice and fuck me a little bit, but that that was not what the night was going to be about. Then he fucked me for a while, and then he stopped and had me eat his ass. He told me that it was true, I *was* a dirty little whore and I was nowhere near done tonight. Then he said that he'd decided that he wanted more pussy, and fucked me some more. Between breaths I said that I knew he'd want more pussy. He misheard me and thought I said "my pussy," not "more pussy," and corrected me that any pussy would do just fine but I was there specifically for other reasons; reasons that I would not be happy about. It was reiterated to me that I would not enjoy the evening and I would probably be angry about it later. I asked him what he had in mind and he said I was going to do atm.
I don't think I'd ever heard the term atm before, and I said as much. He said it wasn't too hard for a smart girl like me to figure out, and that I was going to do it whether I liked it or not. I presumed that it meant ass-to-mouth, but didn't say anything yet. Then he pulled out of me and told me to pick a number. I picked twelve and so he spanked me twelve times. It hurt a lot because I was still sore in one particular spot from the last spanking, and he kept hitting that same spot this time too. It hurt so much at one point I reflexively rolled over, but he'd only gotten to eight, so he slapped me and told me to roll back. I did, but on my other side which thankfully provided some small relief and spread the spanking pain out a bit.
Then he asked me if I was ready to be fucked in the ass and I said I was, but I wanted a drink first. So I sat up but he told me to lie back down and he put the glass up to my mouth. I just wanted a little drink but he poured the whole thing over my face, and when I closed my mouth because I didn't want to choke/drown/barf it spilled all over my shirt and the bed. Keep in mind that the glass had a few ounces of straight CHEAP vodka, 100proof in it, so this stuff stinks and is not the easiest for me to intake while lying down. Then he decided to spank me some more and told me to pick another number. I picked 15, because I thought he was bluffing. You see, other nights he'll have me pick a number and it will either end up being spankings, or thrusts, or licks, etc. And tonight he kept telling me that I could pick one and that would be fine, but I had to pick at least one. I thought that if I picked one with my luck it would end up being the licks, so I tried to keep to numbers where I would get to enjoy myself if it was something good, and that I knew I could handle if it was something bad. But no, I ended up with 15 more spankings, and that spot on my ass really hurt. By this time I could tell that these weren't just spankings, and they weren't punches, he was spanking/beating my ass with the dildo!
So then he starts fucking me in the ass, and he's really enjoying it. I ask him if he's going to cum in my ass tonight, and he exclaims "I'm going to cum in your mouth!" He tells me he wants me to enjoy this, and wants to hear me tell him I want more. So I do, I tell him I like it and I want it more, and harder. I said other things too but I don't remember what but by this time I'm getting into it and actually enjoying it to a certain extent. This goes on for a while, and then he stops and asks me if I've figured out what atm is. I say I have and he tells me to say it. I say "Ass to mouth" and he says "Good, that's right. Only filthy slutty whores do this and I know you're one of those. Tell me you want it and ask for it." So I do of course, and then I suck on his cock. (All this time I'm tied up and blindfolded, don't forget!) He tells me what a dirty whore I am, and what a good little whore I am, and that I'm the filthiest of whores/sluts etc. I'm thinking that I'm glad this liquor is so close to ethyl alcohol because I should probably use a disinfectant or something to kill bacteria when I'm done tonight.
He stops after a while and spanks/beats me some more; this time I picked the number nine. Maybe it was at this point that he had me eat his ass, and not earlier. I don't know for sure and it doesn't really matter. But he tells me I've been good and get a reward for being so brave and obedient. So he fucks me with the dildo a little bit. Then we stop and converse a little bit. I complain that my ass hurts. I want to show him where but I can't. He gently caresses my ass I verbally guide him to where it really hurts. The second I say "Yeah,.. right there." he hits it extremely hard with the dildo, so hard that I yell "Ow!" (I only say ow when something really hurts, so that way there's no misunderstandings.) I tell him that was terrible, and kick at him a bit and he laughs. I talk about how I'm sure it will bruise tomorrow. He has me pick one more number and I tell him that the next number in my pattern is eighteen, but there's just no way I could handle another eighteen spankings so I pick eleven, and I get eleven. Then he starts ass fucking me again and this time he's also fucking me with the dildo. He tells me that he wants me to tell him how much I want it and how much I like it, so I tell him and elaborate, and I even tell him to stop fucking me with the dildo because it is distracting from the ass-fucking, more, more, etc. He tells me he wants me to get used to taking it up the ass, and I say that he should do it more often then. He agrees, and wants my ass to be as accessible to him as the rest of me, and that he should be able to just take it at any time he wants. I agree, and tell him that he should do it more frequently to get me more used to it. Then he pulls out and sticks his cock in my face, and starts talking about how it was just in my ass, and so deep, and I'm a slut, I'll do anything, etc.
I don't remember why he didn't cum, and I don't remember the exact circumstances of stopping, I guess he decided that I'd done enough for the evening, I really don't know. But he was way drunker than I was and couldn't untie me so he started up to get the scissors and I told him not to, that I could do it. Not only did I manage to untie myself, but I did it in less than five minutes, which I am somewhat proud of. You people wouldn't be impressed, it really wasn't challenging except due to the amount of liquor consumed.
During all this he had fixed himself one or two more drinks and even fixed me another that I could sip out of upon request (he was only mean about it the one time, the other times he gave me the amount I asked for). The first thing I did when I stood up was go "owww, my ass hurts." Then I clarified that my ass CHEEK hurt from the spanking/beating, and saw that there was the beginning of a bruise. That's crazy because my bruises usually don't show up for about twelve hours and if it was showing up right away it will end up being a crazy huge bruise. Then I took a swig of my liquor and swished it around in my mouth, ugh! That is some truely nasty liquor but I'm sure it helped to disinfect my mouth. Then I went to the bathroom to wash off and use my friend's scope (I was kind enough to not share the cup-cap this time).
This morning, my bruise was visible, and it hurts to sit, or run, and I ache a little on my ass cheek when I walk. He feels really bad about it, and I had him take a picture of it. Every night I see him, I'll have him take another picture of it until it goes away. He kept apologizing for it, but I know my bruises and it will look much much worse soon, and for a long time. But at least it will give me a reprieve from the spankings for a while, I think. Too bad, it is kind of fun proving to him that I'll let him do anything to me.