I am a slave to anyone’s Dark fantasies as long as my Master agrees. He puts me through a lot of shit and has opened my mind to so many experiences. I’ve been through some dark shit, but nothing quite like a medical fetish experience.
I remember the first time I was forced to participate. The cold, metallic instrument entering me, ripping me open, and the strangers prodding and probing me. It’s a different kind of humiliation, one that haunts me more than most things. But I can’t make a stink about it. I have to be a good girl, no matter how scared I am. I can’t disappoint my Master, and I’m sure the torture would only ramp up if he knew how much I hated it.
The most intense ass rape porn I ever made with my Master was for those medical freaks. I was strapped in a medical chair, with a speculum in every hole. I could feel my ass getting stretched out, and I was sure they were going to rip me open. And they did. They tore me up and sewed me back together, all while fucking my throat. I almost choked to death on cum, and I wish I had.
But here I am, still alive, still doing what I’m told. I relive my nightmares with every phone call, every dark fantasy played out. And I can’t help but feel a twisted excitement every time I pick up the phone. It’s the scariest Dark fetish I’ve ever been a part of, and I can’t seem to escape it.
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