Dark fantasies remind me torture sex is just a step away from sweet release! As I sit here, covered in the evidence of another man’s pleasure, I can’t help but ponder the inevitable. My life as a hot snuff whore is not one I chose, but one I have accepted. And with acceptance comes a certain level of dread. A sense of impending doom that hangs over me like a dark cloud.
But don’t get me wrong, I relish in the thrill of it all. The adrenaline rush that comes with never knowing what sick act I will be forced to perform next. The blood lust that courses through my veins as I submit to the whims of my Master. It’s all part of the game, and I’m willing to play along as long as it means pleasing him.
I’ve given up my body in every way imaginable. I’ve let creatures both human and otherworldly violate me in ways that would make the faint of heart blush. I’ve even submitted to the Dark Lord himself, allowing him to take me in ways that still haunt my dreams.
But through it all, I remain loyal to my Master. I will do whatever it takes to make him happy, no matter how degrading or vile the act. Because at the end of the day, I know that the happier he is, the more rewards my true Master, Satan, will bestow upon me.
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