👹 MONSTER MASH | The Grinder Ritual
The monster grinds her closer to the edge, where her pleasure means her death.
A Halloween rite of control, creation, and the “little death” 💀
THE PROLOGUE, The Monster Awakens
Every Monster needs a ritual, and every ritual needs its offering.
When the moon swells full, the husDOM lets reason decay. He becomes the archetype of hunger, the mind that studies its prey and the hands that craft its own resurrection. He wears the mask of a killer.
The subMrs, his chosen victim, does not flee. She waits in fear, heart drumming like ritual percussion, ready to be torn apart and remade. One step closer to death, the little death.
In French, “la petite mort”, the little death, is a poetic term for the brief loss of self that follows orgasm, the moment when consciousness flickers out and rebirth begins.
THE INSTRUMENT, The Grinder Tool
The Dominant, The monster chooses the grinding tool he wishes to use on his victim.
This grinder is not a thrusting tool but a textured surface to be ridden for friction and rhythm. Most cradle vibration cores; others hold wands or adds a thick dildo, then there are demonic faces and out of this world appendages.
On the altar, the Dominant’s knee, hums a modern talisman. Smooth silicone with angry monster face, his tongue, lolled out is a cock, having a large angry red head. A low growl of vibration beneath its shell.
Guiding the submissive onto his tool, commanding for her to mash, to pressing her cunt down over the dildo tongue and rubbing her clit and labia against the textured plane, rocking in commanded movements while he watches.
She worships at the alter, her Dominant’s body; each small tremor becomes her focus, no permission to cum, rubbing and grinding, felling a direct connection from the monster straight to her wet swollen slit.
THE PERPETRATORS PURPOSE
This rite is not about penetration but possession, breaking his victim, making her burn until her “little death”, maybe making her die over and over again.
Her perpetrator, the Monster studies how obedience rewires her fear, how vibration teaches her surrender faster than pain alone.
The grinder is only heightened by vibration from the devils tongue; mashing it’s tongue deep inside it indeed has a heartbeat, it’s alive!
THE COMMAND
The Dominant, masked as a killer, sets the timer for fifteen minutes.
“You will move until I say still.”
The room listens: smelling the candle smoke, electric purring, hot deep breathing.She is grinding slowly, he strikes her ass, digging his fingers into her ass cheeks pulling them apart, fondling and finally entering her puckered rear hole.
Lightening strikes, every clinch is logged in his mind. Every quiver is data in the experiment of control.
“STILL!” she struggles to freeze; she is dyeing the little death, she can not stop the stars from appearing. She’s dying. The Monster observes what he’s created a trembling masterpiece of pleasure and discipline. He watches her die.
AFTERCARE
The hum silences. He pulls her from the grinder, finger fucking her, until every last tremble has ceased. He tells her he is proud, she achieved death three times, 3 monstrous orgasms in her 15 minutes of pleasure.
The Monster mask is removed, the perpetrator fades away; the man remains.
What began as horror ends in rebirth.
