My dark fantasies are driving me insane. I need him, my soul cries out for his hands on me the sweet torment of my flesh. Even a dominant woman needs some sadistic abuse in her life. I need to feel alive. To have my soul stripped from me. Hung up by a meat hook and spanked until my pores are dripping with ecstasy. “Slut! He growls, how dare you disobey me.” I needed three Kilos moved but you only moved two!: Swack! The cat of nine tails rips across my tits. I feel blood polling down my stomach. I don’t cry out, I stare him down with my big brown eyes, “do it again!” I am a pain slut, only the pain I give could never be equal to that which I desire. I need to feel alive, to cure the numbness that resides in my very core. Once I had a little slave that needed this. A slave who would take all I gave her and ask for more. I would call out her name as he lashed me again. And he knew…
The one he killed last year in a freak accident of extreme taboo role play. She was strangled to death as I watched. Bisexual women like me need a sweet submissive girl to keep as a pet, she was mine. He asked me then if I wanted to join her. I nodded and told him to kill me the same way. I am a slave slut at his hands, and he picked me up and pushed his cock deep in me all fucking 12 inches. His big hands around my throat as I felt the small bones snap. Fuck me while I die! Make me cum and then fuck my dead body. I wish to join the ranks of the dead with my beloved slave girl!
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