It started with Silence of the Lambs, my dark fantasies. I knew I needed a powerful man to own and control me. I needed a brilliant man to tell me what to do, to force me into submission if needed. I needed a Master. I started out by dreaming of the man who would suspend me from the ceiling, and slit open my belly.
He’d want to watch my intestines writhe from my body as he pushed molten sewing needles into the soft soles of my feet. Master loves to torture me; his favorite activities include but aren’t limited to; slicing me, beating me, whipping me, flogging me, burning me, branding me, and fucking me. Master loves to use me as his sweet meat fuck pig, and I’m happy to oblige him every single time.
Nothing makes me wetter than having my darkest fantasies fulfilled. If you”re feeling particularly sadistic, call and ask for the submissive special.
I’ll lock myself in full body restraints and offer you a full variety of tools to torture my tight teen body with. When it comes to me, pick your fucking poison. Any pain you lay on me is going to make me drip like a filthy fucking whore.
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