I am catnip for men like you. I wonder why? Well, it probably has everything to do with the morbid things that make my subby cunt drip with need. I can only dream to be used as hard as I deserve. My newest torture provider is making sure that I get exactly what I deserve to. His cock swells to the max when he gets to pierce me, drain me, drink from me and lay me open. He makes sure that I know that I am the perfect toy for his dark fantasies. I take pain like my body was made for suffering.
I’ll tell you anything that you want to know about what he does to me. He told me that the next time we see one another we’re playing Russian Roulette. The last time he had me at his hand I had to wear a scarf to hide the mottled purple and yellow bruises that he painted me with using his belt. His hands felt even better though when he dropped the belt and just grabbed on. If I win the game I will blog again. If not, well you will know just what became of me, right?
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