Dark fantasies of necro play makes me feel hot! At first, I was terrified. I mean, who wouldn’t be? But my Master has his ways and he scares me a lot more than a corpse. He forced me to do it, and after months of puking my guts out, something in me clicked.
I realized that there’s something incredibly empowering about having complete control over a dead body. I can take my time, explore every inch of their cold, lifeless form, and there’s no need to worry about judgment or reciprocation. It’s just me and the body, and the power that comes with that is intoxicating.
This year, my Master has been extra generous, and he let me hold on to a few stiffs for my own personal use. I’ve scissored those dead little pussies until they turned to mush, and I didn’t care that their smell was leaking all over the place. I just kept fucking. They’re in kinda rough shape now, but they’re still very fuckable.
Oh, how I love to desecrate the sacred while indulging in my darkest desires. Satan is our favorite third wheel, and we make sure to sacrifice a few souls to him before getting down and dirty. It’s all part of the fun. I know your Dark fetish wants you to enjoy all the dirty fun too, so don’t be shy!
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