My dark fantasies scare my suburban middle-class husband. He is not the dominant or BDSM type. I try to push his buttons, but it never works. He is passive. He encouraged me to get this job. He thought working on a snuff site would help me get it out of my system. He was wrong. It only made me want it more. What he does not know is that I meet guys off the dark web for extreme fun. Last week, he thought I was visiting my mother, but I was a slave for a week. I wore nothing but a collar. I slept in a dog cage and I drank cum and piss out of a bowl on the floor. No blankets. No food. No mercy. I was fucked in the ass so much, my ass prolapsed. I tried to hate it. I tried to fear this man who I knew nothing about. He could have killed me, and no one would be the wiser. Folks would think I ran off unless they found my body. I was not scared. I was horny. I wanted every humiliating word and task he tossed at me. I wanted sodomized until I could no longer shit right. I got my wish. I was brutalized for two days. Humiliated beyond even my comfort level. And all the while my husband thought I was with my mother.
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I’ve been cumming to some dark fantasies lately. I don’t mean gently dark, I mean I need a full blown taboo role play if I want to fulfill my desire. That, or I can turn my dreams into a reality. I think heavily about the euphoria of watching the light go out of someone’s eyes, and that being by my hand. That’s right, I want to snuff out a life, but who knows if I can stop at one? What if I become addicted to being a killer?
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