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Consensual, BSDM Psychological Torture

December 12, 2020 By PirateStan 2 Comments

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It’s said that torture is an unreliable way to get information, that people will tell you anything to get it to stop. Back in 2004 we discovered that torture was being used on prisoners at the Guantanamo Bay Interment Camp. It was a huge scandal; The American people were very upset that we would do something so blatantly against the Geneva Convention’s rules on the treatment of prisoners. That’s the sort of thing our enemies do, not us.

So yeah, using torture to extract information from someone is bad. Let’s just get that out of the way right here at the beginning.

But there are some times where torture is good, particularly when you use it to tease, torment, and tantalize a willing submissive. Because it’s not just about causing them physical pain, but emotional pain as well. But, y’know, in a good way.

It’s certainly not for everyone. Many people wouldn’t want to inflict this sort of torment on someone, whether they consent or not, Others wouldn’t want it done to them, for a variety of reasons.

But when done right, with the right people, they can make for a truly intense, emotionally fulfilling scene. It’s like a roller coaster, that thrill of danger without it being actually dangerous, only safer (seriously, do a search on roller coaster accidents and deaths; you’ll probably never get on one again).

So what constitutes this sort of scene?

Generally, it’s any scene that has as much of a psychological component as a physical one. Many Doms do this to some degree during a scene; think of a blindfolded girl who doesn’t know what toy’s going to be used on her next, a Dom tormeting her with one she’s especially afraid of, or threatening to hit where he knows she hates getting hit (but isn’t a hard limit).

Then there’s what’s generally known as predicament bondage; a tied-up girl made to send a certain text message, a gagged one having to make herself understood by Alexa, or being made to stand on your toes while nipple clamps are attached above her (forcing her to choose between the pain in her feet and calves or that in her nipples).

But a full-blown torture/torment/psychological scene involves more than that. It involves getting inside a girl’s head and using her fears, anxiety, dread and, sometimes, triggers against them, but all within the bounds of consent and negotiation.

Obviously this qualifies as advanced play, and should never be done with someone you don’t know well. When done wrong you can inflict some serious damage on someone’s psyche, and those wounds don’t have a tendency to fade away like a bad bruise.

Y’know, rather than just continue with broad vagaries, I’m simply going to describe a good psych scene I had recently with a girl I’ve known for a long, long time and add notes along the way. Sound good? Okay, here goes…


The four of us (my household) myself, my girl, my dear friend, and his girl (who’s also a dear friend) decided to escape our COVID 19 quarantime by renting a house on the ocean for a week, to eat bad food, drink lots of wine, enjoy the ambiance and (oh yeah) engage in more than a bit of debauchery.

Midway through the week my friend’s girl (MFG) had the scene in question.

We’ve played together several times, so I know what she likes and, more importantly, what she likes that her top isn’t inclined towards (which is generally the reason why you have a scene with another). She loves impact play, loves bruises, but also enjoys being controlled and (more specifically) enjoys being tied up very tightly.

I also know that she has a number of physical limitations that need to be taken into account; she can’t stand for long periods of time, nor can her joints take any of the more extreme bondage positions, particularly her arms.

So my checklist is; secure, tight bondage; domination and control, impact play that will leave bruises; no standing.

I began by telling her to strip. “Completely?” she asked.

“What else does strip mean?” I responded, knowing she hated being entirely nude (although it was not hard limit). She has a beautiful body, so this was pure pleasure from my perspective, particularly as I knew it made her feel particularly vulnerable.

Realizing there are a number of stout kitchen chairs available, I decided to utilize one. Over the next 20 minutes or so I proceeded to secure her to it, hands at her sides. I used leather mittens to secure her hands under the chair, straps to secure her to the side rungs, straps above-and-below her breasts, another at her waist. I use another to secure her hips to the seat, two more to secure her ankles to the legs and, finally, two at her upper thighs attached to the back of the chair, keeping her legs spread very wide and leaving her very exposed.

Ahead of this I’d placed a very efficient padded blindfold, and finished by buckling a ballgag (not a terribly severe one as she can’t wear that; still, it muffled her speaking delightfully).

Oh wait, I forgot; we’d worked out safe words and gestures that she could effectively communicate while secured like this. Since this sort of bondage is my thing, I’ve got that part down pat.

I next proceeded to sit down on the very comfortable couch, put my feet up, pull out my phone and tell her, “Okay, you’ve got five minutes to get loose. If you don’t, that means you want my worst, right?”

As she muttered something incomprehensible I split my attention between the New York Times and her, watching as she … well… essentially sat still. Oh, her head moved around a lot, and her right foot wriggled around (I’d not secured it as well as I should have) but, ultimately, she could barely move. At all.

This, she told me later, made her feel extremely helpless, as it was very clear that I could do anything I wanted and she had no way to stop me… not even to move out of the way. She was both utterly terrified and thrilled at the same time.

For my main implement of destruction I’d chosen a thin wooden paddle, about 4 cm wide and 38 cm long. I’ve found it’s extremely painful and I’m able to use it with pinpoint accuracy. It also leaves wonderful bruises.

I began by running the paddle over her body, threatening different body parts. “If you don’t want to get hit there, simply move it out of the way,” I taunted.

After a few minutes of this I began to follow through, actually smacking her in the places I was threatening (starting lighter of course, before working my way up in intensity). Several minutes later I stopped. 

I sat down and played on my phone again. I knew she didn’t have a clue when I might be back or even if I was still in the room. She struggled around some more, this time with more than a bit more desperation.

I repeated this several more times, each time more with more intense and harder smacks. I began to increasingly taunt her, threatening to hit a given area, telling her to prepare, then doing nothing. Or I’d threaten one area then engage in a fusillade of smacks to everywhere but that area… before pausing and finishing at the initial place I’d threatened.

After 20 minutes of this her right leg was shaking uncontrollably. She had, of course, been acting increasingly terrified as the scene progressed. Meanwhile, I’d checked in regularly and she always gave me a clear, encouraging nod, as well as a gagged “uh-huh”. 

Which is, of course, the heart of the matter. She was allowing herself to be terrified precisely because she knew she was absolutely safe. It was the theme park thrill ride, only with bondage and beatings. Her catharsis was palpable.

After a little over a half hour I’d decided she’d had enough; she’s notorious for never tapping out, and I can read her pretty well. I went with my general rule of thumb that it’s better to leave someone wanting more than going too far. 

While I removed her blindfold and gag first, I untied her from the chair slowly, letting her relax as well as relish the return of her mobility to each limb. Afterwards, I helped her over to the couch, wrapped her in a blanket, and held her as she recovered. She was in a state of bliss, completely wrung out like a wet noodle, but in a good way.

The next day she proudly showed off the many, many bruises I’d left her with, some of which were rather pronounced. Many pictures were taken.

All in all it was a very successful scene, bringing together those necessary elements of negotiation, understanding, preparedness, and improvisation. In particular, those elements of torment or “mind fuckery” were carefully plotted out, designed to bring her to a place of maximum psychological torment.

Of course, what worked with her may not work with someone else. I’ve done many such scenes with a variety of gals, some more successful than others. The better you know the person you’re topping, and the more creative you are, the better the scene.

This sort of psychological torture scene isn’t for everyone. But for those who enjoy and appreciate them, they can be quite the satisfyingly heady brew.


PirateStan has been involved in his local BDSM community since 2007, after having had a lifelong inclination towards it. He currently lives a contented life in Southeastern Virginia with his girl, zeirah, while working by day for a Major Metropolitan Publication. 

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Video: BDSM Fear Play

September 5, 2020 By Depraved Eros 3 Comments

BDSM Fear Play, Its All In The Mind

A lot of what drives BDSM is mental and emotional.

This week Depraved Eros gives us some insight into the exciting world of CONSENSUAL Fear Play along with some DIY tips.

This video is great for novices and veterans alike. With most dungeons closed at this time, the mental component of kink is becoming more important than ever.

Don’t miss this enticing video!

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Incubus

May 21, 2018 By sleepingirl 8 Comments

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Dreams are funny, fickle things.

She woke with the memory of large, masculine hands pushing her down roughly, but in such a wanted way. Pinning her as the weight of his body began pressing down on her own. His legs  straddled hers, and just that pressure on her hips was enough to make her come undone and push up to try to grind against him.

It was a tiny snippet of a dream memory, but it was so vivid and so outrageously explicit compared to what she was used to that it played in her mind all day. Distracting her through work, through her commute back and forth, and through the quiet dinner by herself in front of the TV.

She knew what her friends would say about something like this — “It’s been too long since you’ve been laid,” or “You should really get back out there,” or “This is what you get for never really learning how to masturbate.”

Oh well. Maybe it was a sign of some sort. Maybe she should go out drinking with the girls this Friday. Get the social juices flowing. She wasn’t going to have a one night stand — really not her style — but a bit of flirting here and there wouldn’t kill her.

As she lay down to go to bed, she couldn’t help but think once more about the heat of another body on top of hers.


“Give me a little taste.” A rough whisper went straight to her pussy. She was disoriented, head fuzzy and swimming, but her mouth opened into a soft moan as though her control over her body had thoroughly eroded.


Again, she felt warm weight on top of her — much more tangible than yesterday — with the tantalizing addition of his hot breath against her ear and neck.

“Come on, baby.” A knee shifted its way between her thighs, nudging them apart. “You want it bad now, don’t you?”

“Yes…” she felt herself whimper. Her voice sounded so far away with a tone so unlike her own. But her body was yielding to this man, humping against his leg as it settled in at her cunt.

“’Atta girl,” he growled, and began kissing and biting at the soft skin on her neck. His mouth felt like the most intense, electric point of contact. It was as though her entire world narrowed down to it; she was obsessing over his tongue and teeth. Her pussy clenched and tingled, arousal taking over as her hips began snapping up against him. Her mind fuzzed at the edges even further as she began to lose her grip on reality…

“Just let it all out. I bet you taste so sweet… Let go to me. It’ll feel so good…”

She moaned softly as her legs spread, and everything darkened around her.


When she woke, she was so, so wet and tingly that she actually pressed a hand between her legs in a desperate attempt to relieve some of it.

She was so sensitive that it shocked her, and she found herself so tempted to continue. But outside, it was still pitch black, the dead of night. She was exhausted, and the morning would creep up on her.

With a breath, she rolled over and closed her eyes, this time slipping into a dreamless, deep sleep.

The next day was no easier than the day before. She went back and forth from her door to the car three times because of things she left on the counter. There was always the option of calling in for a sick day, but it seemed ridiculous to take the day off because of… Sex dreams.

She took her lunch break at a coffee shop nearby, hoping that a change of scenery would jolt her out of her fantasy land or split through the haze that seemed to cover her mind. Instead, she found herself still distracted, staring off into the distance, fixing her gaze somewhere and forgetting to move it.

Worse still, she was noticing all of the men in the shop more than she ever had. She had no urge to have sex with each one, but just their presence seemed to remind her of the feel of those hands, that mouth, that…

She blushed and sighed while gazing into her hot mug of coffee.

The rest of the day passed her by as though she was in a sort of trance. She was on autopilot from her return to work all the way to parking in the driveway. When she got home, she thought about finishing what she started last night, but the thought of touching herself seemed too embarrassing.

Maybe that was part of it too; Masturbating would be showing weakness. Lack of control. After the day she just had that was the last thing she wanted to feel.

With a small smile and a sense of pride, she went through her nightly rituals: dinner, TV, shower, tucking herself into bed.

Secretly, or not so secretly, she was looking forward to sleep.


“Who are you?” she whispered. Dazzled by his eyes, his touch, his skin. It was like he was made to bring her to ecstasy — or perhaps she was made for his touch.

It all blended together as he chuckled.

“You know what I am,” he murmured as he slid down to be able to take one of her nipples between his lips and tease it. Hot sparks shooting down to her belly. “Deep down.”

She wasn’t confident she knew anything at this point except her desire for more, more, more. She wanted him. She wanted his cock inside of her.

“If you want something you have to ask for it.” There was a glint in his eye that was entirely unsettling.

Again, her mouth moved as though she had no control over it. It was as if her voice was being forced out of her:

“Fuck me,” she moaned. “Please…”

He drew up immediately with a laugh, gripped her thighs, forced her legs apart, and pulled her closer so that her pussy was obscenely pressed against the bulge in his pants.

“You want this,” he said as he slowly ground his pelvis into hers.

She didn’t care what he was saying. Everything he was doing was making her hot. Dimly, she became aware that her mouth was chanting, “Yes, yes, yes, yes…”

“You want my cock. You want me to consume you. Nothing else is good enough for you.”

His clothes were suddenly gone, and she cried out as she felt his bare cock sliding up and down her pussy lips, hot and hard and huge against her.

She needed it inside of her. Some alien desire had nested itself in her mind and wouldn’t release her. She was obsessed. Her hips bucked against him. He took hold of his cock at the base, and slapped it against her cunt a few times. It felt like she would go delirious with need.

Swiftly, he gathered her wrists, and pinned them above her head in one large hand. With the other, he lined his throbbing dick up with her pussy. She could feel the blunt head of it threatening to breech her. She gasped, frozen in that moment in time like it was going to last forever.

His eyes flicked from the sight between her legs up to her face.

“You have willingly accepted me into your body,” he growled, slowly, so slowly pushing his hips forward to open her up. “Now I will feed on your pleasure until I am full, or until you are lost.”

She heard none of it. Her pussy was being stretched around his huge cock, and the sparks of heat in her belly were overwhelming her. Time slowed as she threw her head back and moaned and shook, helpless to do anything but let him sink into her. It should’ve hurt, but there was no pain, no discomfort. Just a deep, intense fullness.

When his pelvis was flush to hers, he leaned down with a satisfied groan.

“You taste so good, baby…”

Her thighs quivered as he pulled out slightly and thrust back in. Then again… Finally, he released her hands and gripped her hips as he fucked into her with earnest. The friction of his cock against her insides sent her spiraling down into a feeling of pleasure she had never known before.

She could feel herself growing weaker as he fucked her at a brutal pace, but even that seemed to arouse her further. Moans tumbled out of her lips. It felt as though she was permanently building up to an orgasm that would never come, or perhaps she was just continuously having one and couldn’t tell the difference. The head of his dick was hitting some deep spot inside of her that she couldn’t get enough of. Her legs were beginning to flop uselessly.

“Yes, yes, give it all up to me…” His voice had taken on a more guttural tone, and she tried to hold her head up to look at him to see him — to see what he was. Through her blurred vision, she seemed to see the outline of his body shifting and changing. But she had no strength, and her head rolled back down again; she was stuck helplessly laying there, getting fucked by someone — or something — completely foreign to her.

His grunts and moans were addictive; she wanted nothing more than for this man or this creature to pleasure itself with her body. She could feel her consciousness slipping, and she struggled to hold on just to stay here, to keep feeling this good. She had lost total control of her voice — her own groans and gasps echoed in her ears.

His deep thrusts became even more violent, shaking her entire body until she finally lost her grip on her awareness… And finally, eventually, she blacked out.


She woke suddenly, startled, in a cold sweat. Shaking almost violently. The kind of sudden awakening where even though she was in her own bed, she forgot where she was for a few, long seconds.

…Oh, fuck. That dream. Oh, fuck.

She glanced at the clock on her nightstand. It was only 3 AM. Thank God. Plenty of time to sleep before work. She gave a shuddering sigh and leaned back on her headboard. Her body still felt weak. Her pussy was still tingling from the dream.

As she reached over to ensure that her alarm was set properly for the next morning, her hand brushed against something — a small, folded piece of paper. Curious, she picked it up, and turned the light on to investigate.

One word was scrawled on it, in black, barely legible cursive:

“Delicious.”


About the Author:

sleepingirl is a passionate writer, presenter, and podcaster who has been active in the public kink community since 2012. She is a switch who lives happily together in a polyamorous 24/7 D/s triad with her Master and her slave, and teaches at events across the US. With a love for erotic hypnosis and all things psychological, she frequently writes erotica about this deeply hot, intense, and cerebral play, as well as educational or erotic nonfiction about her real life experiences with brainwashing and trance. She also has more broad interests in kink, including rope, sadomasochism, CNC, and service dynamics, which find their way into her blogging and teaching. Along with her slave, she hosts an erotic hypnosis podcast, “Two Hyp Chicks”, where they have a couple drinks, speak on a topic, and do live trance sessions in each episode.

Find her on FetLife or Tumblr to find more of her writings, to keep up with her classes, or to say hello!
Links:
https://twohypchicks.simplecast.fm/
http://h-sleepingirl.tumblr.com/
https://fetlife.com/users/875590

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