Domming Daughter Dani – Part 20 of 51 – CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE BEATER

By Dutchboy

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Story codes: mdom, male dominant, incest, inc, true, bdsm, some pedo, spanking, mmf and mff. 

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ON DOMESTIC VIOLENCE:

I included the story about beating the shit out of Caryn 1.) Because it was wrapped around the important reveal of her incestuous past and 2.) Because it’s true. I did it. Not proud that I did it, but sure as fuck, I did it.

So to say “Hey, that was a rare instance! Don’t hate me! It never happened before or after that!” Bullshit.

It didn’t happen very often. There were constant threats of violence, sure. There was a lot of spanking and some symbolic face slapping and a LOT of cockswats to her face because I loved the humiliation of that. I loved the way a solid cockswat crack-on-the-cheek sounded. I liked the feeling of the hot contact across the front of my prick. But that night was the only time I hit her hard enough to draw blood, and the cut on her head from the chair leg was a careless causality, but not intentional.

Either way, I own it. I did it. No excuses. Mea culpa. My bad, dude. When you live as a Dom, you’re going to fuck up every once in a while. You gotta be ready to take the heat when you do.

Mostly our sex life was a lot of growling and head-games and intimidation through humiliation. I can’t think of any time other than that night when I roughed her up above the neck so bad that she bruised. Lots of bruises and welts on her ass and tits, but not her face. And honestly there weren’t that many angry rough-rough nights over the entire span of our years together. Maybe three? Four? One more biggy that we’ll get to in just a bit, but even that rough sex was much more measured and controlled than the night Caryn’s tried to walk away from her most humiliating sex session. 

Ehn. Honesty or not, you won’t believe a wife-beating daughter-raper. And you probably shouldn’t.

But... After that night there was no doubt that I was ready to escalate any time Caryn was ready to challenge me or back talk me. Frankly, there was not a lot of back talk after that night. Not a lot of challenges. I bullied her to go where she wanted least to go. After that, there was no doubt that I owned her all the way to the deepest, darkest corners of her psyche.

I didn’t get-off on the violence. I got off on her submission and humiliation. The violence was an insurance policy to ensure I got an uninterrupted supply of submissive suck and fuck. I’m sure it was that same low-hanging cloud of potential testosterone-induced violence which prevented Caryn from interfering with my own incestuous adventures.

Simply put, violence works in the short term. Love works in the long term. A good Dom knows how to blend both manipulations seamlessly.