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Anon was a problem for Soyo. A problem in many ways. The girl was so cheerful and bubbly, yet so annoying. Rain or shine, she was always smiling.
It didn’t help that Anon’s smile was so damn cute. It disgusted Soyo, but it was hard to hate.
The only natural course of action for her would be to wipe that smile off her pretty little face.
It had taken remarkably little convincing to get Anon in ropes. Soyo had expected that she would be resistant to ending up in the submissive position. But instead, it seemed to come naturally to her. Perhaps, attention whore she was, she relished the idea of being able to sit back and absorb all the attention from her dom.
Soyo would make her regret that. She wouldn’t stop until Anon was crying. She wouldn’t stop until she stopped smiling altogether. No matter how much she begged or sobbed. After all, Anon had agreed to this. It was okay. Once she was tied up, she wouldn’t get to say no. That’s just how it was.
So Soyo had Anon tied down on her bed. Yet Anon seemed as cheerful as ever.
“What’s wrong, Soyorin?” Anon noticed the scowl that Soyo had on her face. It wasn’t all that different from Soyo’s usual scowl, but given the mood, it stood out more. Anon tied up in bed, Soyo standing next to her. Both dressed appropriately for the mood.
Soyo studied Anon. She committed to memory the parts of her body that she had never seen before. That’s what she could target, after all. She wasn’t going to give Anon mercy, but she didn’t want to let the others know what these two were up to. Body parts hidden under clothes only.
But she had a riding crop. As if to prove to Anon that it was real, she smacked her stomach with it. Anon winced, but didn’t seem to dampen her enthusiasm any. That only frustrated Soyo further. So, in return, she quickly lashed out with several more strikes on Anon’s stomach and thighs.
“Wow, Soyorin. You’re hitting me really hard. Must be because you love me, huh?”
Anon sounded so confident. But there was no way that Soyo would ever admit she loved Anon back. Or rather, there was no way she could love Anon. Even if Anon thought what they had was love, she was wrong. There was no love in Soyo’s actions. None at all.
That pink girl was just too frustrating. That was exactly why Soyo wanted to see her in pain. That’s why she wanted to make her stop smiling.
It wasn’t working.
Several more strikes. Stomach, thighs, stomach, breasts. Then the legs and shoulders. Soyo could tell that her marks wouldn’t last until morning, so she could do anything. As long as she didn’t focus on any one area long enough, it was fine.
Anon was still smiling. Could anything make her stop smiling?
“Wow, that kinda hurts.”
‘Kinda?’ Soyo was trying her best and all Anon could say was ‘kinda?’ And there she was, still smiling. She was relishing all the attention Soyo was giving her. It had to be that the energy she got from the attention was enough to punch through any pain.
What could Soyo do, if that was the case? Tie Anon up and leave the room? Then she didn’t get to enjoy tormenting her.
A girl too narcassistic to dom. A girl too obsessed with attention to hurt. There was nothing Soyo could do to her that wouldn’t be boring.
If Soyo wanted to neglect Anon, she wouldn’t have bothered with BDSM process in the first place. She wanted to hurt and disspirit her. She wanted to make her feel bad.
Maybe she should have tried emotional abuse instead. But it was too late for that now. She had chosen BDSM as her avenue to hurt Anon. She had to stick with it.
Besides, while Anon kept smiling, she was still wincing every time Soyo hit her. Another strike at the thighs, the stomach, the neck. She had to admit that, despite how she felt about Anon, she was at least cute when she was in pain.
Maybe Soyo would be able to tolerate her if she had crippling back issues or something.
But that would cause troubles for MyGo!!!!! And for all her feelings towards Anon, Soyo didn’t want that. It was simple. She just wanted to see her stop smiling. She wanted to break her.
Why was it so hard?
“What’s wrong, Soyorin?” You stopped?”
Soyo had. She was just standing there, stewing in her thoughts.
Anon sounded disappointed. Not only had Soyo failed to break her, but she wanted more.
Was Soyo wrong about this? Did she have the wrong idea? Maybe she would be better off if she put aside her frustrations with Anon and just enjoyed the activity they were doing together.
No. There was no way she could do that. Because if she did that, then they might seem like a couple. Soyo hated Anon. She didn’t love her.
She hit her several more times. But it didn’t feel right.
Maybe she should be doing it for her own satisfaction and for Anon’s satisfaction. Maybe if mutual satisfaction was her goal, rather than making someone feel bad. Maybe her entire attitude was bad and in need of fixing.
Nonsense. Soyo was not wrong. She could do no wrong. If anyone was wrong, it was Anon, who was enjoying this when she should be suffering.
There was nothing Soyo could do but keep trying. And if she didn’t succeed tonight, that just meant they would have to do it again.
Anon had better not invite her to dinner afterwards. That would be the worst.