I have dark fantasies. Do you? I think it is healthy to explore our dark desires. Sometimes, however, I share my dark thoughts with the wrong person. Last week, I was partying with this guy Darren. He gives me coke for sex. I never mind giving up my pussy for coke. I get high, my freak flag flies, and I start spilling all my dirty secrets and fantasies. I told him this bondage fantasy that I have where I am suspended in the air with ropes and pullies and my captor is torturing me with a cattle prod. That sends little electric currents through my body. I was not afraid to tell him because in my mind we were just getting high and talking. I thought it was a safe space. I should know by now that there is no safe space when talking to a guy who is giving you free cocaine. He decided to make me really earn my coke. He dragged me to his basement where he had all sorts of BDSM equipment. Any taboo role play he could make happen, even the one I described to him in a drug-fueled stupor. I had an oh shit moment when I realized that he planned to suspend me in the air and shock every inch of me. He had a huge cattle prod that looked like it could take King Kong down. I knew this was dangerous for me. But if I wanted more coke, I had to indulge his dark needs. He strung me up. He shocked my tits and my clit first. I could feel it, even as fucked up as I was. I pissed myself a couple times. When he shoved the huge cattle prod up my ass, I shit myself. I have never done that. He was just laughing at me. I was fucked up, but not so fucked up to not feel embarrassed for shitting the floor. He did not stop. He shocked me all night until there was nothing left inside me to shit or piss out. I need to be careful who I tell my deep dark fantasies too.
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