You think you’re tougher than my last captor? You don’t look like much of anything to me. It was all you could do to rustle me into your van and get me tied up. You even said “sorry” once during the struggle when you had to gag me with the towel. Sorry? What kind of pussy says they are sorry during a rape phone sex fantasy? You took me back to your place and I figured it out – this was your first time! You had probably sat wanking your meat for months before deciding to finally take my tight little ass.
Well you picked the wrong pain slut as your first bitch. I can handle everything you can delve out and still want more. I am going to take your limits so far past what your fucked up mind ever dreamed of doing to my little body that you will never be the same. I will make you the monster I need to satisfy my own dark desires and my own taste for blood. I see how you move nervously about, trying to decide your next move. You look over at me, and I can see your erection. I simply flip you the bird and I can see you’re wondering why I am not scared or begging for my life.
I am laughing inside my head, knowing not only am I not afraid, but I look forward to the torture and pain you think is going to make me want to escape. I look longingly at the whips and knives you have placed in the room, and look forward to the moment when my blood finally hits the floor. You approach, hands shaking, but cock hard as a rock. I tell you I want to be your little pain whore and will do anything you say. Your hands relax, and at first you reach to untie me, but then pause. Smart move, first timer, you better keep me tied up or you will be in way over your head….