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| Do the demons keep you company at night? Do your dark unholy and perverse dreams frighten you? Are you a feral little masochistic freak, living on the edge of sanity? Does sexual pain, humiliation, depravity perhaps even blood, fisting, asphyxiation and exploitation intrigue and arouse you? Do you know what it’s like? Do you secretly or even openly think about and yearn to be; forced, taken, used, abused, controlled, manipulated and degraded. Made to endure, submit, serve, suffer, and to surrender’?
Do you need someone totally different? Someone unconventional, someone verboten, someone experienced, someone perverse and sadistic! Someone that others might even consider grotesque, offensive, unstable, totally unacceptable or simply disgusting, a complete and total mess; too old, poor, fat, lazy, too psychotic or whatever. Someone that doesn’t fit into that comfortable and stereotypical; neat, safe, sane, polite, successful, predictable, vain, capitalistic delusion of sociability and society. … Someone that no longer wants too. Someone that ‘if they only knew about’, ‘if they only knew what you did for’, and ‘if they only knew what he does to and with you’!
Yes, I have experienced the joy, tasted the satisfaction and reveled in the knowing; that whilst the pain, the sex, the humiliation, the suffering, and the degradation I inflict are the reasons for the enigmatic euphoria you are experiencing. That the dichotomy of the situation; our ages, our sizes, our appetites, our backgrounds, our positions. That the emotions welling up inside, that cascading symphony of conflicting feelings, the intensity of the moment, that slow-simmering-sensual-ecstasy that flows down your spine like an icy river, that sickening feeling in the pit of your belly, the pulsing of your erect nipples and clit, the tears, the fears, the hot wet sticky cum streaming inexorably and uncontrollably out from between puffy pink lips, the quivering of your thighs … That as you lay there naked, sore and spent, softly crying, sobbing, shaking; as a muted whimper, as a barely audible plea, perhaps even a tender word of thanks slip cautiously, sensually or affectionately from your lips. … That it was all done for my pleasure and my gratification, for my amusement and my satisfaction (and if not then it was simply a big f’ing waste of MY time.)
And this knowing is not just ‘in theory’ or from porn and cyber-wanking but from actually living life. Having had normal relationships, a good career, a nice house, lived with masochistic submissives and even owned slaves, having provided for and cared for them, used and ‘abused’ them, having been involved with various groups and clubs, having played with others and having done things totally right and not so right. … Having ‘sought the dream’, having lived in the ‘ways of the world’ and having ‘walked in the light’, having done ‘what’s right’. …. I have chosen to case it all aside …literally…
Chosen to wander the shadow lands, to haunt the night, and survive on the fringe, how and where I may. Living in Heaven and in Hell; caught in that paradoxical vortex where a myriad of random and seemingly disjointed facets, paradigms, experiences and desires coalesce and explode amidst a fractured universe, my mind a shifting sea of shattered glass, in the darkness something grows, something moves. … Choosing to seek those who understand the needs, understand what it’s like to live between the worlds and who are willingly to embrace it …or… seeking those who simply burn for what I offer more than they do anything else; more than their past or their present, more than an ordinary or comfortable life, more than a safe stable existence, more than the fleeting illusions of normality. Seeker of a darker life.
Do the thoughts of wanting to sacrifice it all, to let the thoughts stop shifting, to let them settle where they will, trusting that some act of brutal savagery might pound them to dust, hoping that perchance, that possibly the crucible of my desires might burn hot enough to melt them all into some new creation, perhaps something a touch more interesting even if it’s a bit more primal and primitive ... these are the thoughts that so terrify you don’t they… especially the not knowing, the not knowing if it’s even possible … the not knowing if there can ever be something, where something marginally-whole is a dream too unfathomable, too inconceivable, and so frighteningly unwanted, … yet to be something … oh how you ache to be something.. something else, something special, nothing and everything all at once, one that can be useful, something desired, something deprived, something despised, something with a sense of belonging, something forbidden, something that knows its place in this world of taboos … yet one who still must live in the comforts of the deepest darkness, one who craves the corruption, one whom finds joy in the cold steel of the cage and freedom in the flashes of pain; one whose worth is found in its service, its suffering, its devotion and the agonizing cresses of its Owner, its Lord and Master, its God.
Scared, intrigued, aroused, mystified, horrified, disgusted, perplexed, yet inexplicable turned on, unknowingly drawn … Yes, I've done it and I love it and I want more and can go just as far as you can. … I will take you to the edge and probably beyond … then bring you back, maybe ... Just so I can do it all over and over and over again.
I will slowly, methodically, mercilessly, and skillfully torture your body, cruelly corrupt your mind and twist your soul. Exploit your sexuality, your femininity, your power, your wealth, and your privilege. Manipulate your emotions until your mind screams for relief, torment them until you beg and plead for the opportunity of pleasuring me again.
A quick glimpse here, a tantalizing hint there, a momentary rush of excitement, the look in your eyes, the expression on your face, screams of bliss, moans of pain. I will bask in your suffering, delight in your ordeals, and savor or was that laugh at your every whimper, your every fear, your every tear. I will embrace your every act of sacrifice as we search for that which lies hidden deep within, for that which aches to be set free. I will drive you insane with agony and lust, as we as we journey toward that most ancient and primeval place. That place of obscene beauty where all vestiges of civility, all traces of humanity, all inhibitions are gone ... where we become pure beast … glorious and savage ... where our most primitive urges are unleashed ... where our darkest fears and desires live … lust flowing from ice springs of depravity … ecstasy carried on rivers of pain ... passions borne by tides of suffering ... the sensations immeasurable … the potential limitless ... time meaningless … that other world of ivory towers and stately manors; of materialism, of power and position, of politics and privilege, of collage or work, responsibility and regret … all but forgotten. … waiting and wanting … wanting and waiting … for time to dissolve - until there is nothing but the pain - the pleasure - unleashing a torrent of hidden passion - the mind tingling, the flesh insubstantial - suddenly there is - no me, no you, no body, no mind - you don't even know you’re thrashing - just a bundle nerves responding to the steady, unrelenting sensations, floating in a sea of liquid fire, drenched with pulsing pain, white hot intensity, feeling more alive than ever before yet wishing you where dead. … Doing it all, feeling it all, living it all, reveling in the pain, enjoying the degradation, experiencing the rawness, the roughness, the tenderness … feeding me your passion, your energy, your life, fueling my fire. Holding yourself spread and taking the punishment with ecstasy and delight; begging for more nastiness, malice and spite, being treated and mistreated, loved and hated, used and abused, hope and happiness, bounded beaten and repeatedly fucked … like the delectable little pain whore, the willing slut, the slave-pet, the broken toy … that you are … that you’ve longed to be your whole life.
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Well!!! Now that I’ve gotten your attention … The sooner you start writing, the better your messages, the better your pictures, the darker your desires, the more you convince me that you truly need your sex mingled with pain, with humiliation, with depravity …with me … the sooner we can get together and the sooner I can being using you to satiate some of my simplest requests or my most gloriously perverse and completely debased sado-sexual desires … Come get me and take me home for a few weeks, a few months, the rest of your life …whatever … just provided for all my needs and show me a wickedly great time… Hell, bring your BFF, your family, your friends, your worst enemy, whoever … just as long as they’re ‘submissive’, ‘female’, ‘legal-age’, ‘consenting’ and want to suck and fuck and scream and cream, it’s all good. … No BS, No Games, No Cyber-tweens, No HNGs, No STDs, No single men, No fatties, No strings, No limits, No regrets, No whining, No cops and most importantly … No saying No !!!
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Just imagine; what my hot stale breath would feel like on your face, my rough hands clawing, teasing, and tormenting your soft creamy delicate flesh, those pretty soft tits and ass, groped, scratched at and torn apart. Your tongue licking my ass while your hands playing with my balls, your mouth craving my cock, craving that musky, salty, sweet treat. Ever fought, squirmed or struggled to get way before your designer clothes get ripped off, ever been dragged around by your hair, dragged around by a leash, or dragged around by the ankles? Would I hurt you the first time I threw you down folded your legs back along your torso and plunged my cock into your tight tender quivering hole, rug burns all over your back, your pelvis and ribs aching; eyes glazing over the first time I pull back and drive it home …wanting it, needing it, hating it, waiting for my thrusting to getting more savage. Would you scream or cry when my teeth sink into your shoulder, thigh, tit or side; how about as I overstretch your virginal canal whilst trying to force my fist into it. To feel my hands squeeze your throat until you almost passed out, your limbs and torso flailing around. What about them wrapped in your hair jamming you down so hard on my cock you gag while my large belly slaps you in the face, nose bleeding, tears in your eyes, drool running down your body; needing to feel me explode all over your prim and properly painted face. Wondering what it would feel like to have your lightly perfumed supple body so defiled, that pretentious smirk slapped off your face, your clean, tone, slender body pinned under my fat sweating one, being crushed, helpless, trapped under me as you feel my full weight, my massive bulk pressing down against and surrounding you, unable to move or to stop me. Or would I find that all it takes to flay your mind is simply grab you first thing in the morning push you into the shower and piss all over your face telling you that you had best be a good little bitch and swallow it all as fast as you can.
What about wanting to see you play with your cum as it drips out of you, to see you scoop it up on your fingers and lick them clean again. Being expected to strip or masturbate on demand anywhere at any time, made to ride a large wine bottle, a baseball bat, an oversized dildo, or anything else, just so I can watch? What if I tell you to go find a group of trees, pull up your skirt, get down on all fours, crawl around a bit then stop and urinate just like the other wild mongrel bitchs do. How good is you pussy control, think you can pick up a stack of quarters, the number you leave behind being the number the whip lashes I give your tits, the number that fall out being the number of kicks I give your crotch. Ever had your ass beat to an incandescent red, your perky tits, long erect nipples, protruding clit and nether lips brutally stretched and twisted, pinched and bitten, bruised, tormented? How about just simply spending time kneeling arms cuffed behind your back, showing me just how skill, talented and experience your mouth is at reviving a cock that has already ejaculated several times that day. What about being suspended? With rope? With hooks? Having your tits bound so tightly they turn into little purple globes feeling like they are going to pop.
Perchance you need even more; you saver the dripping of hot wax or the sharp bit of the needles or breast skewers or getting fucked by a strap-on covered in hot sauce just so you will keep moaning. Have you’ve known the cold caress of a knife as it’s drawn slowly down from your neck, across your stomach sliding down around your waste then slow up between your trembling thighs your labia stapled pinned or clipped open and your clit raw inflamed and exposed, the tingling of fire and melting ice? Blood? Oh so nice! You lying bound and quivering; emotions on edge, the terror, the anticipation, the excitement...
Hating it, loving it, looking-for it, dreading it, worshiping it … All burning though you consciousness; your body hungry, your bald little pussy sore, you crying and screaming, panicking, unable to think … yet still desperately hoping for more; Needing, deserving, pleading, craving, yearning, longing, crying out for it all the more, aching to do it all, to experience it all.
Well!!! … I’m glad to know I’ve made you so wet, so fucking horny, gotten you so worked up that you just instinctually or habitually started to pinch, to pull, to twist your desire slicken nether lips. … It’s ok, go for it … claw and rip at your throbbing clit, slip a few fingers in and wiggle them around a bit. Scream, cry, yell, shout as your are grabbing at everything around, trying to jamb whatever your hand lands on as deep into your dripping pulsing hungering little cunt as possible… just to try and get some relief, some release … but knowing all the while …it’s not going to be nearly enough; it’s merely a tease compared to what you know you will feel when we get together; merely a tantalizing hint, the faintest glimmer of what I would do, how it might feel ... and one that no matter what you find, what you use, what you do. … It will only end up making you more desperate, more driven, more aroused, making you want me all the more, making you wish I was there, making you willing to do anything and everything to get me there!!! You will do all I ask and submit to anything I want; so that I may blow my nuts into your womb every day until you give me a son.
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