PLAYING WITH FIRE Part One - extract

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It was another day for me. Just, another day, except with a difference. My name is Stefani, and I'm a fetishist and a sadist. In fact, I am many things rolled into one. I enjoy inflicting pain and hurt on other humans, and this is the single most important thing in my life. It is my life! More important than family and friends and all things that other, normal people, hold dear in life. For me its the next big sadistic buzz that I lying awake in bed every single night thinking about.

It would be easy to assume that my 'victims' are of the opposite sex to me. Predominantly yes, this would be true. But not exclusively. There's something about having a successful, financially astute man at my mercy. And by that I mean totally at my mercy, where he doesn't control anything in his life any more. And where he exists to please me, in every way. And where he exists in this sphere of fear, because he knows that if he fails to please me, then his daily dose of pain is ramped up several fold. Knowing he is in this state, makes me wet - makes me wet through. I cannot find the words that suffice to tell you how much this turns me on, and how much it pleases me.

And then on the other hand, having another woman in a similar hold hits different, but hits with the same kind of intensity. Having a purring kitty like-bitch to torment and mind melt is like nothing else. There's this intimacy that can only exist between two women. And there's this bind that ties in a way that no other relationship can. But when it comes down to it, I'm a sadist, and any living human is fair game right? If I was ever asked how I live with myself, I never quite know how to answer. Mostly it's like a shrug of the shoulders in that 'it's life' kind of dismissive way. That's how I feel about it. Do I know what I am doing to someone, fucking up their life, wrecking their Homelife, their professional life? Yes, of course I do.

I'm a sadist - a true sadist where physical pain isn't enough. I'll more than happily beat a victims to within an inch of his, or her life. But that alone won't sate me. I need to know that I'm inside their minds. That I've fucked up their life, and that I've slipped in the metaphorical knife, and then twisted it. I want to see that vacant look of decimation written across faces, but also that tiny light, in their eyes, that tells me they know what I am doing to them. I need that you know, to know that they know what I am, and what I have done to them.