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The Other Side
by Susi Blume©
Editor Carrie
The Other Side - chapter 5
Excursion into pain
Sunday was wonderful. I enjoyed life with my daughter. We went ice-skating and then to a café for hot tea.
Life was wonderful! We took a walk through town and in the afternoon, we went to a cinema. We sat together
very closely and watched the film. We were holding each other's arm every time the scenes got rough. Once
back at home, I cooked a great dinner for us, with candlelight and everything. After some time, we took a hot
bath together. The bathroom smelled of lavender and we let our bodies soak in the hot water. After bathing, I
shaved and then dressed in a comfortable light silk robe. We watched TV together in the living room for awhile
and then we went to bed.
The next morning, Michelle woke me up. We had a great time enjoying our breakfast. We had coffee eggs and
jam while listening to music from the radio. We dressed and than we left, Michelle for school and me for
work.
It was going to be a wonderful day a work. As soon as I arrived at my desk, I checked my e-mail. There was
one from mike and he asked if I enjoyed my weekend. I quickly answered and asked him how he knew Doris.
And than I described what I was wearing to him, a grey short skirt , pantyhose, my pink g-string with matching
bra and on top I had worn a red top. In the next email, he told that all I needed to know was that he did indeed
know Doris. He also told me to be ready for Wednesday because he had arranged something for me. The
memories of Saturday night flashed back in my mind. I felt so sexy. I had such an urge to serve someone, to
serve someone in sexual way, maybe. I know that my desires were depraved but they burned in deep inside my
heart and they burned with a hot fire. Mike, however; gave the fire more and more air.
I have been very curious as to what Mike had in store for me. I was aroused the whole day at work. That night,
I talked a lot with Michelle. She asked me several questions as to why I did not have a boyfriend. She asked me
about what I did on Saturday. We had a good conversation. I told her that I had been out with Doris and Gabi. I
said I should go out more often since I was in such a great mood afterwards.
On Tuesday, nothing special happened. I was still very exited about what would happen on Wednesday. In case
it would get rough, I already got at free day from work on Thursday. I still wondered a lot who Mike was in real
life. Maybe he was someone I knew. My ex-boyfriend, maybe; but he was too stubby to have such fantasies. In
some way; the fact that Mike could be a person who knew me in real life excited me. Gabi or maybe Doris were
still suspects as well. Maybe Tom or my boss, even. Both of them knew Doris, too. Maybe Klaus, Doris'
ex-husband. There were so many possibilities.
I could really cut no one off of my list. There was my stepmother, she used to like to spank me a lot. She had
been really cruel with me. I thought she hated me with all her heart. Maybe my father was as perverted as I and
he married a secret Domina. The thought of that old big titted cow dominating me made me shiver.
For Wednesday, I dressed up a bit sexy for work in an black quite elegant evening dress. Underneath, I wore
garters and black stockings. I got many looks at work. Tom asked me if I was going out that night. Honestly, I
told him that I had a date. He asked me with whom and all I could do was to flush red. I did not know the name
of my date and I didn't want Tom knowing that I was dating a strange man. I told him that I was going out with
Mike. Tom gave me a smile and said knowing "Ah, I see, a friend of Mikes." He laughed out loud and left.
It was about lunchtime when I got an email from Mike. He asked me how I was dressed for my date. I described
everything I was wearing to him in detail. In his next email he told me that was not slutty enough and how
would my date recognise me as his slut if I were not dressed like the slut I was? He further told me to make
some suggestions how my date would recognise me. I told him that I could have a red rose with me so my date
could recognise me easily. I thought this would be very romantic and I liked the idea very much. In next email,
Mike told me to stop with that bull and since I seemed to be too stupid to come up with a good idea he would
give me one.
He told me to go to a bar at the 'kay'. He told me to sit at the bar with my legs spread at least 10 cm. I should
look around. I should look for a man who tried to stare between my legs. That would be the signal for me to go
over to him. He told me it would be better to wear my panties over the garters because that may be a point
where I would have to take them off. If that happened, I could remove them easily and hand them to whoever
might ask for them. I would then say to him that this is a gift from Mike.
I should also say that I would be the slut Mike sent for his entertainment.
I had to swallow hard reading his email. I felt it was impossible. I could not do that. I told him in my next email
that I could not do this. I waited for a response back from him. There was none. It was a few minutes past 5
and I had to hurry. Although I was excited, I still cold not imagine carrying out his orders. But I would try. I
went into the bathroom and I opened the straps of my panties and reapplied them over the garter. I really did
feel like a slutty whore as I left the bathroom.
It was still very cold outside. That and the added excitement made me shiver as I entered the bar. It was a dirty
bar. There were red leather stools grouped around the bar. The stools looked old. The whole furniture looked
old, as if it hadn't been remodeled in years. It reminded me of the kind of bar my husband would go to after
work with the guys. It reeked of alcohol. The music was terrible. There were a few drunken men singing some
old German songs. I was the only woman in the bar. I thought to myself that no other woman would dare to
even enter a bar like this. There were 6 men sitting at the bar. The bartender himself looked like a dirty old
man with stubbles all over his face. I really felt sick as I stepped closer to the bar.
My stomach felt bad and got worse when thought of what I had to do here. I sat at the bar and the bartender
asked "do you wanna have something to drink?"
"Yes, I would to have a tequila please," I blurted out. This was a side of life I normally tried to stay far away
from. I could not imagine the life of alcoholics, how people could drink all day long…how they could start at
such an ungodly hour and simply drink all day. I thought they were ugly people. Of course, my friends drank
too; but I thought that was different. More acceptable.
"Brown or white?" the bartender asked me. I looked around disorientated. It was
astounding that they had more than one kind of tequila. I didn't think that a place like that would have a good
assortment.
"Brown please," I answered after a few seconds.
I downed the tequila with one gulp.
"May I please have second one?" I asked the barkeeper silently. I heard my own voice braking down. The
barkeeper handed me the second and I ordered a third one. After finishing the second tequila quickly, I
remembered that I was supposed to sit with my legs apart. I forced myself to spread my legs. It was hard for me
to keep my legs apart. My heart was beating very hard, and it was very hard for me to breathe; my chest hurt.
I looked around and every male was looking at me and everyone was trying to stare between my legs. How
should I find out who was the right one? Mike did not know what effect I would have to these men. I felt so
humiliated.
I have saw an old fat man starring between my legs. He was in his late 50s with an huge belly hanging over his
trousers. He was really ugly. But he was the only one who was sitting alone. Mike couldn’t be serious about this.
'No, that can not be possible,' I thought to myself. But there was no doubt. I poured down my tequila and with
trembling legs, I walked over to him. My face was beat red with embarrassment as I stood in front of him. My
heart was beating furiously. I looked right into his hungry eyes and then down to my legs. I guided my hands in
slow motion under my dress and hooked my thumbs into my panties. I pulled them down handing that old fat
pig my lace panties.
I stammered, 'That is a present from Mike," and suddenly the door opened.
A man entered the bar. With long confident steps, he walked in my direction. Along with him came a rush of
cold air. His long black hair fluttered to his movement. Here my wet dream entered the bar and yes I stood
there…with my panties in my hand in front of that old ugly pig. God I was so ashamed. He was dressed all in
black, a long black leather coat swinging open as he stepped closer to me. His powerful green eyes looked into
mine. He was the tiger and I was his prey. I could make out his muscular hard body under his black shirt. With
his smile, he bared white teeth. With a sudden move so quick that my eyes couldn't follow him, he ripped the
panties out of my hand.
"I guess these belong to me," he said in a calm strong voice. Rumors were going through the bar. My perfect
stranger shot his look around making to sure to hit everyone’s eye. He looked like a hungry wolf ready to
jump.
From that moment on I knew I was really playing with fire. He was an animal, a human animal, a tiger, a
lion…ready to rip everyone to shreds who would cross his way. Every sound in the bar seemed to disappear. I
could hear him breathe quietly but strong. The fat pig now on the opposite side was shivering. His face was
pale. Hiss eyes quelled out of his head as if facing his sudden death.
"Continue now…finish what you have to say," he told me. His strong voice made me shiver more. I could not
look into his eyes. Yes, because of my shame but also because of the knowledge that his hot eyes would have
burned me if I tried to look at him. I was not worthy. I knew.
"I am the slut Mike sent for your entertainment, sir." The words were sputtering out of my mouth.
"Tell me then why were you standing in front of that fat pig with your panties in your hand?" He slapped my
face hard. I burst into tears. Again, his eyes shot around the room making it clear to everyone that this was his
business and that should anyone make a move, they wouldn't get out of the bar alive.
"I made a mistake, I am sorry. I was wrong, please forgive me, Master," I sobbed. Again, he slapped me across
the face.
"Never call me Master again, is that understood?" He shouted at me. I nodded again tears running down my
cheeks. His slaps hurt my face and my soul.
"Now take that pig to the bathroom and suck him off," he ordered. He led us both to the bathroom. Even that
fat pig looked like a little boy compared to him. I was so willing to do anything to please that god in black.
When I entered the restroom and a pungent smell off piss hit my nose. My black knight told me to lift my
skirt and to show that pig my bald cunt. I followed his orders without hesitation, I let him degrade me in
anyway he liked to. When my dress was around my hips he fished two clamps with weights out of his coat and
he threw them at me and told me to attach them to my cuntlips. I put them on. The weight was stretching my
cuntlips out. They hurt but I could not decide what hurt more…the physical pain or my humiliation.
"Take off his trousers and suck him, fuck pig," he simply told me. And I, being the stupid fuck pig he accused
me of being, I opened the trousers of the fat man. I pulled his trousers a little and they dropped below his fat
belly. He was shaven but he had such an little tiny cock I couldn't help myself and I started to laugh. It hurt
when the black god kicked my ass and I started to take the tiny little cock into my mouth. I sucked for all it
was worth and sucked even harder but without success. I knelt there on the cold floor sucking that tiny cock
while my master, the white god dressed in black, kept kicking my ass. The weights on my cuntlips swung back
and forth, I could feel them stretching my cuntlips.
"Hurry up, make him cum or I just might let him piss into your mouth. I don't have the whole night," the
stranger told me.
It was so frustrating. I could have taken him up to his balls into my mouth and it wouldn't even tickle my
throat. All I could to was to fuck him with my lips. He did not get hard but he came. He deposited his ugly load
of his cum into my mouth and I swallowed it. He told me to stand up and to straighten out my skirt. I could see
the
weights swing between my legs even below the hemline of my skirt and I knew everyone else would see them.
My dark angel ordered me to open my top. A simple order spoken in simple words but the words were burning
my soul. My fingers were trembling like leaves in the wind as I reached out for my top. There would follow
more exposure I knew. I was just at the beginning of a long journey and I could see it in his sparkling eyes that
my journey would be very painful. While opening my blouse the thought of being worthless rushed through me.
I was here, standing in an awful restroom and I let a strange man abuse my body. It was my own inaptitude
which brought me into such a situation. I have been unable to find my own place in my life so I looked for
someone who would find that secret hidden place in me. Not that I felt love for the wolf, I was impressed, yes;
but I felt no love. I knew he would use me and that was the reason I was here.
His hands slid into his coat and he fished out two screwable tit clamps. His face showed no emotion when he
reach out for my nipple. He easy placed the nipple between the two little metal bars of the tit clamp. He
screwed them on tight, and then tighter still until the pain took away my breath. When I started to cry, his
strong hand slapped my face again. His stone cold voice told me not to make any sound and he screwed the
clamps even tighter. I bit down on my lip to suppress my yammering. My tears were wetting my checks and
the tit clamp hurt awful on my nipples. He did let me close a few buttons of my blouse as I followed him out of
the smelly restroom.
I had to pay and we left the bar immediately after that. He told me the next time he expected me to be
completely sober. He would have to punish me for drinking alcohol. He told me that the alcohol increased my
threshold of pain so he would have to hurt me extra hard for the compensation. He asked for my compliance
of giving me more pain. And stupid me, I agreed to all he would like to do. I knew he was a real sadist. I knew
he would break me that night, but I followed him…not ready but aware to get mistreated that night in a very
bad way.
Outside it was dark. It was cold. I felt the cold. I hurt. My pussy hurt, my nipples hurt, my heart hurt. The
stranger walked fast and I had trouble following him especially with the weights swinging between my legs. He
was too fast for me, far to fast. He loves his life. He is strong. He is a hunter. I am the feral. The obscene feral
following her hunter willingly…that was me.
The street was crowded. People were busy and among them there was me, a stupid subhuman following her
punisher. There was a magical bond between him and my pain. It was obvious that he caused my pain but I
didn’t know why I did let him do these things to me. The pain made me feel good. So simple. It made me feel
that I was a good girl. So simple. But why am I bad when I don’t feel pain?
A women has to suffer. When you go to church you find a lot of suffering women. You will find also hero’s
with arrows in their body. And the women among all the hero’s are suffering without any reason. Women are
generally suffering without reason. When we look with pain in our eyes, we don’t really have a reason to
distort our faces in pain, we just do this because we like to look like that. We don’t have to have a reason for
crying we do this because we love it, we love to cry without reason. And sometimes it does not work…I can
not cry…so I need a dark angel who will make me cry easily.
Abruptly, my thoughts ended when I heard someone giggle.
“What’s that?” One of the young punks shouted out and pointed to the weights hanging from below my skirt.
“Show them” the dark one said.
So I had to expose my most private parts again. A good women has to make a secret of what she has between
her legs. Only her mother and her special lover, the one who would die for her love can see that. The little slit
is the hell. My mother and than my stepmother both taught me to hide me secret well. Other people will be
disgusted if they will see my private part so it is better to hide that disgusting secret from any others. A good
women has to hide what she has or she will never find that special man but I am no good woman. I am a fuck
pig. Hesitantly, I raised the hem off my skirt and showed my bald cunt off to the young group of dirty punks.
After that exposure he told me to get into the car and we drove to his place. He owned a big house outside of
town. Some trees blocked the view to house itself. With a lot of snow on them, they looked like white giants
guarding the house from unpopular visitors. Some of the white giants seemed to point out a small snow covered
path leading to the house. The trees looked very impressive in the dark but very strange too and they
frightened me. It looked like one of the horror movies they play in the cinemas. Now, I was really afraid. The
clamps on me still hurt. Being frightened did not make me feel better…the reverse was happening to me. I
could feel the pain even getting stronger with all the fear in my stomach.
With a harsh voice he told me to take my dress off. I opened the remaining buttons and slid my dress off. I felt
exposed. I was naked except for my garterbelt, my stockings and shoes. He told me to get out of the car. It was
so cold I froze outside. The moon was glancing down on my naked body. He told me to walk toward the front
door. I made a few steps when he suddenly ordered me to stand still. I felt a very sharp pain on my ass. He was
whipping me. I hate to be whipped. I wanted to turn my head back to see what kind of whip he was using but it
was too dark and he ordered me to look right at the door. And then I felt the pain hitting my ass again. My
asscheeks were on fire. My ass burned. I could feel how the whip cut into my flesh. The whip hit me again and
I felt my skin tear. And again I was hit by the whip. He was going to scar my ass, it would look awful and I
would never again be able to go to the pool. I could feel the blood running down my thighs…it was too much. I
fell over into the snow. I shouted, I screamed for mercy. I crawled in the snow and a few hard blows of the
whip hit me again. I reach back into the wetness of blood on my ass. I thought my ass must be a mess.
Helpless, I laid down in the snow. I brought me hand to face but there was no blood. In a very strange way, I
was disappointed there was no blood. I thought he would have cut my ass into shreds with his whip. At the
same time, it was a great relief that my ass would not be scarred permanently. But it hurt so bad. The good
thing was that now I had a reason to cry and I cried like a cow at the slaughter.
He told me to move to the door. So I got up and walked towards the heavy door of his house. He made me lay
down in front of the door on the cold floor so my abused ass was up. He stepped on my back, his heavy boots
were dirty and cold. I felt his boots grind into my ass and back. He used me as his boot scraper before he
opened the door and stepped into the warmth. He gestured me in and I entered his house. My body started to
hurt very badly when I was inside the warm house. He threw my dress to the floor and led me into the
basement.
In the basement it was still cold but much better than outside. The floor was plain concrete. Bright neon lamps
lightened the room. It was a large room filled with modern technical equipment which I guess was a part of the
heating system. The massive steel door closed behind me with a thumping tone. I heard the sound of the heavy
door snapping into its frame. The heavy steel door was locked and I was trapped inside. The dark one guided
me over to the oil tank. The oil tank was an old rusty and ugly red steel monster and had several cuffs and
chains attached.
My mystery lover attached me to the chain. When I was helpless and chained to the oil tank, he started to feel
up my cunt. His fingers drove into my wetness between my legs. This caused such a sexy beautiful smile on his
lips. I wanted to kiss him so bad. His fingers hurt me he tried to shove more and more fingers into my bald
cunt. I tried to relax so he would be able to enter me as he wanted. I realised that he wanted to enter me with
his whole hand, I decide to let him do as he liked to do. It was not really that there was something to decide
because what could I do to stop him? I was helpless and chained and no one would here my screams. Of course,
I screamed a few seconds later in pain as his hand forced its way into me.
He was fisting me. He whole hand was inside of me. He felt my most intimate parts of my body. This part of
my body I could not see. I could not even imagine how it looked. Like it was deep in. That part of my body
that was the center of my womanhood but I have never touched it…no one had ever touched it except this
stranger. I was aware that my body had such sensitive parts every time during my period and now a strange
Hand was in that most secret place. This strange hand caused pain, forcing its way deeper and deeper into my
loose ugly cunt, stretching me to the limit. The strange hand gave me the punishment I deserved.
I lost track of time. I just felt awful while his hand made a funny sloppy sound pumping in and out of my sweet
aching pussy just for his entertainment. I tried my best to force a smile on my lips, to move my hips to meet
his monotone pumping rhythm, I tried my best to moan in pleasure. He should believe that his fist-fucking
would give me a lot of pleasure. He should believe that fist-fucking was the ultimate way to bring a women to
an orgasm. Many women would suffer here the same way I did.
After a while he had enough of that and pulled his hand out of my cunt. My body felt weak and sore, but my
mind still wanted to please him. I wanted to give him all of my worthless body. If he would care a bit he could
have my soul for free on top of it. He wiped his hand off on my face. Eagerly, I tried to suck some of his
fingers into my mouth.
“Please let me give you pleasure let me server you please,” I begged and knelt down on the floor my arms still
attached to the chains and painfully raised above my head. When I tried to lower myself more to reach his
boots with my lips, my arms were cruelly stretched above me. I wanted to show him that he could do
everything to me. But he knew this already. It was nothing new. He had know that since the first time he
looked into my eyes. So anyway what did I have to give him just me my life, nothing really important. He
opened his trousers.
The heavy leather slipped apart at the point where the dark one hid his mighty cock. Soon, I would see it.
Soon, I would see his manly member, and soon I would be able to kiss his mighty big cock. I would have been
disappointed if it was not as big as I imagined. It was not important. Nothing was now important and nothing
was real, it was kind of surreal. It was like I was beside myself…I could look at me, hanging there from the oil
tank, helplessly in pain. I was very satisfied with that picture in my mind. I was satisfied with my martyring.
Eagerly I sucked his cock into my mouth. Gently, my tongue played with him. He pushed himself deeper and
deeper into me. I could feel him fill my mouth with his cock. I could feel him as he touched my throat. My
mouth was full, too full of cock, but I was used to it and swallowed. I swallowed his flesh and he swallowed my
soul. My arms still arched while he fucked my mouth. I knew if I could see myself I would be disgusted…maybe
he was even disgusted with me. Because he was fucking my worthless ugly face with his mighty cock
And he squirted. The black goodness squirted his seed into my mouth. He filled me, he filled my mouth with his
cum and I swallowed in glory. His cum was thick and seminal and now it was on the way to my stomach were it
would rot. I swallowed all he had to give me. Over the next hour I would digest his cum and it would give me
health and power which I needed both so much.
He stepped back drawing a long thread of cum from my slobbering mouth. He turned his back to me and told he
would just leave for the toilet. The devil was already in mind for a long time and now kneeling here, I begged
him not to go…I begged him to stay and that he should empty his bladder all over me, in my mouth and over
my body. Quickly he turned back to me and slapped my face hard. He looked very angry.
“You worthless shit, you cunt.” He began to curse at me,”What do you know about me? You know nothing.
Today was the first time you have seen me. I tell you something. Something about me. I am into sports. I like
wresting, water rafting and hunting. Most of all, I like hunting…life is a big hunt.”
He continued with his cock hanging out of his trousers. I thought I could see some tears in his eyes. Maybe
they were not tears but standing there like a berserk he did not look like goodness or an angel…he looked like a
little dirty pervert. But I could not look long at him because soon the acid hot smelly piss stream from his
cock burnt into my eyes. He pissed into my face while he continued talking.
“You fucking stupid cunt, you perverted piece of shit. What do you think who you are? It is no fun hunting
you because you offer yourself, you are against nature, like a bad joke. You are like an rabbit which would
surrender without even to try to escape.”
He continued pissing all over me. With a disgusted look he took my ankles and freed me off the chain. He half
dragged me behind him up and pushed me out of the door. He threw my dress after me and told that I should
never come back.
The world was a blur, it was dark and cold. I dressed. I pulled my dress on. The dress clung to my body. I was
wet all over. My hair was soaked in his piss. I smelled awful and I felt like shit. I was shit. I wanted to die. I did
not know how long I stood at the street before the car stopped. The driver was a nice young man. He
continued to talk with me during the drive into the town. He asked if I was raped, if I would like to go the
police or if he should bring me to an hospital. And I….I continued to tell him that all I would like is that he
take me home. At home I fell into my daughter's arms and cried. I cried for a long time.
I heard the voices. “Cut her cut her”. The voice was far away. Much more far than they were a few months
ago. The last time, I woke up in the city hospital and that was followed by an long interview for the
psychiatric doctors and even social services.
My ex boyfriend gave me a great advice after he caught me slicing my wrists. His theory was like the
following:
If I really wanted to kill myself, I would be successful. But there are a lot of people with suicidal tendencies who
did not really want to kill themselves…they just wanted a bit attention. So, they play like they really would kill
themselves. He told me I am such a person and as usual he was right. I just did it because I like to be in the
center of attention, the main attraction so to say. Further, he told me that if I really would have liked to kill
myself I would slice up my wrist along the length. That was really good advice but I was too stupid to do it
right. But as I told you, I just like to pretend to kill myself. When I sliced my wrists the last time, my daughter
came home early and found me in the bathroom. She called the ambulance.
After I woke up the little nightmare began.
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