While the holidays consume most people, dark fantasies of extreme bondage and rough anal sex consume me. I was shopping this weekend and met Nathan. There was something about him that compelled me to confess my dirty fantasies. I didn’t know him but wanted to be his slave. I wanted to be his bondage whore. He said I looked like his perfect slave. We went back to his place. He had a dungeon. He was a master. Not by master, but a man who would help fulfill my dark needs. He stripped me naked and slapped me around, before binding me in leather restraints. I was so fucking wet. I wanted whipped. I wanted ass fucked. I wanted pissed on. I am not a vanilla girl with romantic desires. I am a dark, twisted bitch with deep dark fantasies. He was my Christmas present to myself. After 12 hours in his captivity, I emerged with ligature marks and bruises and welts. I told you I was a sick bitch.
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