Torture Sex

torture sexI deserved torture sex. That is what he told me. In my mind, I did nothing wrong. In his eyes, I did everything wrong. He stripped me naked and tossed me in the dungeon. I hate the dungeon. There is no light and creepy crawlies are all over the floor. It is cold and damp; smells musky, maybe even putrid. He left me there over night. I was alone and scared. I tried to sleep, but I was chained up and too cold to sleep. Too scared too. I heard the door open and his heavy footsteps coming down the stairs. He asked me if I was repentant. I said yes for self-preservation even though I still had no clue what I had done. He didn’t believe I was sorry. He smacked my face. Clothes pins were attached to my nipples and clit. He affixed ball weights to elongate my nipples and clit. The weights were heavy, so heavy I felt my flesh tearing. He got the cattle prod and shocked my pussy, ass and tits until I pissed myself. I was trembling. He is so sadistic, he would make a snuff porn with me for not saying God Bless you if he sneezed. He shocked me for hours. It was hours of a cattle prod and his fists. Eventually, he stopped, but he left me in the basement for a few more days to think about my sin. I finally found out what I did to deserve days of torture and abuse. I never asked permission to use the bathroom. Torn flesh, bruised flesh, cracked ribs, burned flesh and likely pneumonia for not asking to use the bathroom. My friends warned me about this man. They told me about his reputation, but I ignored the warnings. I am a submissive whore and I am weak for dominant bad boys.

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