I have dark fantasies. As a submissive whore, men love to take out their dark desires on me. I encourage them too. I hooked up with this one guy I met at a fetish club last week. He was just my type: a mean son of a bitch who liked hurting women. He came over one night, and I almost died. He had this dark desire to suffocate a woman. As he was fucking my ass, he put a pillow over my face. I couldn’t breathe. I passed out, but he revived me. He kept reviving me. I would pass out and he would slap me awake or piss in my face. He put a belt around my neck as he fucked me. I couldn’t breathe. I clawed at the belt to try to get free, but it was futile. I thought his might be the last time I ever fucked because I was passing out again. I never knew if he would revive me or not. He did, but barely. He had to do CPR on me because I lost consciousness. I had a huge purple ring around my neck and blood shot eyes from the experience. I had a wet pussy, however. What is wrong with me? I love a good strangle fantasy, do you?









I never knew I’d be such a good little submissive slut. I just wanted to be her good little girl. I admired her so much. She is so smart and strong and beautiful, sexy. I wanted to be just like her when I grew up. I tried to dress like her when I came into work. She was a strict boss and she frightened me, but I wanted so badly to please her. I got into trouble with her for making an error on a document. I thought she was going to fire me. She was so angry. She called me a stupid girl. I begged and pleaded for her not to fire me. I got down on my knees and begged. I told her I would do anything if she would have mercy or if there was anything I could do. She apparently had something in mind already. She grabbed me, ripped my dress off and had me licking and kissing her leather heels. It wasn’t long before I was deepthroating her long black strap on cock. 





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