Dark fantasies are meant to be taken out on slutty little snuff slaves. My Master Daddy uses me in all sorts of sick ways. I’ve never told him that one of my favorites is to get totally drunk and high to the point I am totally out of it. I know he likes it when I am totally limp, almost like a corpse.
It’s such a treat to get too drunk to fuck and then be used viciously!
He rarely grants me the privilege of getting high. He says he doesn’t want his main slave to be a gross druggie. But it feels so good to get fucked up. I love how free I feel until I ultimately pass out. Consequently, when he does let me party, I go all out.
I’ll drink a whole bottle of liquor by myself and take whatever drugs are around. I know getting that fucked up could kill me, but at least Master Daddy will have a fresh corpse to fuck. So, yeah, I don’t care, I love losing control. It’s funny, too, because I always know when I am about to pass out, too. I start to feel fuzzy all over, and that’s when I’ll get naked and lie down.
Oh, does he take advantage of my Dark fetish! Here I am, totally drugged into oblivion, and he is going to fuck me mercilessly. He likes to record it so that he can humiliate me with it later. He never holds back either. The whole time, it’s like he is fucking me to kill me.
The last time he did it, I snapped out of my drug haze in so much pain because he used a spiked cock ring. I begged and screamed so much for him to stop, but he just slammed into me hard and made my little pussy into a sloppy mess.
I mean, I was really fucked up that night, so I got a bit mouthy, so of course I deserve to have my pussy fucked bloody. As much pain as I felt, my clit wouldn’t stop twitching. It’s so hot when he makes me suffer. After he was satisfied with the beating he gave me, he made me suck his bloody dick clean and didn’t take it easy on my throat either.
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