My master can have some pretty dark fantasies. Unfortunately most of them come at my expense. Master has caught me masturbating a few time and you are not happy about it. You tell me that you are taking me to a special therapist. I was a little concerned as we turned on a dirty road and drove up to a small cottage in the woods. The woman who opened the door seemed pleasant.
She invited us into her office and had us take a seat on the sofa. She leaned back against her desk and ask what our problem was. You looked at me and told me to tell her about my behavior. I was so embarrassed and could feel my cheeks turning red as I told her how I masturbate when you are not around and that I drink too much alcohol. I even admitted that I lie to you about these things. She ask you how you handle things when this happens. You told her that you spank my bare bottom and make me stand in the corner.
You also told her that you use bondage sometimes. She looked at you and told you that it is your fault that I am an overindulgent brat. That you have not been hard enough on the discipline. She told you that she would help you change these things. She had me bend over the back of a tall wooden chair. She tied my hands to the front of the chair. She then pulled up my skirt and pulled down my panties. She made me spread my legs before she tied them to the chair. She left the room and returned.
She had a piece of ginger in her hand and she showed you how to whittle it into the shape of a butt plug. She then had you rub it against my clit before shoving it into my ass. It felt cool at first and I didn’t think this was so bad. But the longer it sat there the warmer it became. She took a fiberglass paddle with holes out of her draw and handed it to you. She told you to paddle me. You swung the paddle and it bit into my ass causing me to scream. Her response was harder. I screamed oh no please sir.
She then ask you who was in control. You brought that paddle down even harder. I was screaming and crying not just from the pain of the paddle but from the ginger fig. My ass and clit felt like they were on fire. After ten swats she had you stop. She untied me and told me to crawl over to you.
You were sitting on the sofa and you cock was rock hard. You told me to show my appreciation for disciplining me. I licked up and down the sides of your cock even though tears were streaming down my face. I put your big thick cock in my mouth and slid my soft lips all the way down to the base deepthroating every inch of it into my mouth. My pain had given you such pleasure that you shot your jizz down my throat almost immediately.
Leah
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Dark fantasies are the only kind of fantasies I ever have any more but that is just fine with me. I am so not into boring vanilla sex anyway, I want there to be blood and gore, suffering and pain.. for them of course. I guess that’s why I went out searching for victims late last night, I was bored and horny and wanted to make someone suffer for me! I found a drunk whore all by herself, she was passed out on a bus bench, I guess her friends must have abandoned her there. It was so easy to get her into my car, she was too drunk to be scared and had no idea at all how much trouble she was in until I got her home and she woke up naked and tied to my bed. She was terrified when she saw me standing there wearing my special strap on cock… it has razor wire embedded in it and I was ready to fuck her with it! She screamed as it tore her apart and all that screaming got me so excited that I killed her a little too fast. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted!
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