I’ve been here all day waiting for you. You haven’t fed me for days and my hunger pains are the only thing letting me know I am still really alive. The rest of my body aches when I move from all the torture you inflicted on me last night. The needles in my nipples and pussy are gone, but the pain is sore and sharp even after you removed them. You showed no mercy when you whipped me, and since I am chained here, I have no escape.
But for some reason I long to see you. I can’t wait for you to come back through that door. The thought of your black eyes glaring at me, and wanting to hurt me again, make my tiny little battered pussy begin to throb. I need everything you give me. The fresh cuts from your blade make my ears ring in pleasure. There is no other way to get what this little pain whore needs – and you are the Master of pain.
I can’t let you know that I secretly want it. I know you would lose interest and go find another worthless slut like me. I can’t lose you like that. You are my addiction and without your heavy hands forcing my tiny body into your painful fantasies, I am nothing. I need to feel your hatred and I want to see your cock rise when you hear me screaming. I want to watch you cum from my terror. I am your little pain whore, and I crave your anger. I don’t deserve the rush I get, and yet you continue to abuse me. Hurry home, Master, I am scared and wet and hungry…