Letting the Demon Loose
by Roxy_Raven
Copyright© 2026 by Roxy_Raven
True Story Sex Story: This one is a throwback to when I first started being a dirty slut! The guy who took me to The Bath House, Jay, was the person who finally freed me! I mentioned in the story about that night that he came over the night before but I hadn't gotten around to actually telling that story yet! Well here it is! He got to see my sadistic side!
Caution: This True Story Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual TransGender True Story BDSM DomSub FemaleDom Light Bond Rough Sadistic Spanking Torture Anal Sex Food Pegging Sex Toys .
When I Dom, I’m definitely a sadist! 😁 I love to hear my sub whimper and whine and cry and beg. I love to see them squirm and writhe and watch the expressions of fear, pain, and anxious anticipation in their eyes. 😈🥵 The extent to which I would like to be able to inflict pain on my submissive is quite extreme, but obviously consent and communication are the priority. As much as I love watching them suffer, I want them to enjoy themselves too. ❤️ That is above and beyond the most important thing for me, so I don’t get to really cut loose and go for broke pretty much ever. I did get close one time though, and it was with Jay! It’s been a while for anyone who has read my older stories, but Jay was the guy who took me to The Bath House on a leash! 🥰 This experience actually took place the night before that!
I was talking with Jay about the plans for The Bath House while he was at work, and setting the expectations for that night had gotten both of us quite worked up! 🥴 I had only hooked up with him once prior to this and was still new to hookups in general since he was the first guy I ever did that with so I still had somewhat rigid expectations of things and didn’t really consider having him over when he got off work until he offered it. I was also very self conscious of my appearance without makeup and honestly still am. He got off work late, and by the time this offer came up I had already taken off my makeup for the day and was not about to put it back on just to hook up with him. He really wanted to come over though and I was definitely horny AF myself. 😫 Jay had done an amazing job of making me comfortable around him during everything leading up to and including our first hookup and literally every girl he had ever dated was trans so I decided to swallow my anxiety and let him come over and see me without makeup on. 🤷♀️ I told him I was going to keep the lights low and he agreed without hesitation so that helped a lot. 🥰
Jay is the adventurous type, and I had done a LOT of experimenting with different kinks in past relationships so he asked to try something new with me. ❤️ He was a switch but hadn’t gotten many chances to be submissive, let alone with someone as sadistic as me. 😈😘 He told me he had a high pain tolerance so I could be rough with him. He told me I could even make him bleed if I wanted! 🥵 We discussed a variety of ideas and settled on a few things he wanted to try that I had experience in, one of which required him to stop by the store and pick up some raw ginger root on his way over to my place. 🤭
When he arrived I was ready to have fun torturing this lovely man. 😊 I had just put on a fresh set of nails the day before too so I was about as ready as I could be. 💅🏻 When he arrived I started off simple and moved him to where I wanted him to stand by the collar of his shirt and began gently running my nails across his skin to test for subtle reactions. I wanted to see if he had any weak spots I could use to my advantage once I had him tied up. 🤔 Unfortunately, his warning that he wasn’t ticklish at all was pretty on point because he didn’t really respond to anything gentle. After I took a moment exploring him I told him to get naked and he obeyed immediately. Jay wasn’t really the bratty type. Once I had him naked I bound his wrists together and affixed them to a leather collar behind his back with my cute little cuff and collar set and shoved him down onto my bed. He handled the fall surprisingly well for someone without the ability to catch himself with his hands and managed to stay upright.
I wasted no time beginning to test his pain tolerance with my nails by digging them into him. 😈 He wasn’t lieing, he could take some pain. I was able to dig my stiletto nails into his skin as hard as my grip would allow me and dragged them across his chest, back, arms, thighs, and ass leaving gorgeous red streaks. Jay’s line of work, aerospace factory work, gave him tough skin so my nails didn’t draw blood. My teeth didn’t either, to my surprise. I had never really been given consent to bite with full force before and I was still quite stifled at this point in my life so I didn’t let myself bite as hard as I could even though he told me he was up for it. I still got to bite him harder then I had bitten anyone before him though, so I was still happy with that. 😁 (That record would later be shattered by Storm, for those of you who have read The Sapphics Den. Her arm hurt my teeth, lol. 🤣)
After barely getting any reaction out of him from just scratching and biting I decided to change the bindings. I removed the cuffs and collar and attached a different set to his wrists and ankles, the set that went with my bed restraints. ❤️ I clipped everything in place and pulled the straps tight, making sure to have him test them both for comfort and to ensure his lack of mobility. I also put a blindfold on him for good measure. It was time to get some good use out of my impact toys. 😈
I started gentle with a flog, which he said he liked the feeling of but made sure to mention that it didn’t really hurt. Honestly I wasn’t surprised by that at all. 🤷♀️ I used it on him a bit more since he said he liked it, but quickly moved on to the crop. This was the first one that actually got a reaction! He flinched with each strike, though I did have to swing it quite hard to make that happen. This was when I really started to have fun because it was at that moment that I had gotten a good sense of his pain tolerance. Once you get that initial reaction from someone who is expecting pain that usually indicates what it takes to break their composure and, by extension, what their upper limits are to some degree. The next step up on the impact play ladder was my acrylic paddle, but I didn’t wanna jump right to that since it was the most intense instrument I had. Instead I reached for clothes pins and nipple clamps. 😈
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