Torture Sex Party

torture sexI went to a torture sex party last night. I thought it would be Mickey Mouse shit compared to what I am accustomed to doing. I am a hardcore pain and bondage slut. Seriously, I can endure more than a covert spy in enemy territory. I was so cocky about my ability to handle pain, that I bragged. I even insulted some of the other pain sluts in attendance. That put a target on my back. I do not think that was my intention. I like to fly under the radar. One of the other pain sluts ratted me out which made the men in attendance determined to break my pain threshold. I was first up on the platform. For an hour, nothing hurt that bad. I was smacked and punched. Nipple clamps and some electric shock. I acted like it was the worse pain ever, but honestly, it was a far cry from painful. That was until this one guy stepped up to the stage. He was called The Punisher. I could not see his face. He had on an executioner’s mask. He strapped my arms down. He showed me a pair of pliers. Now, I was scared. My knees were knocking. I pissed myself too. I cried as he pulled my finger nails off. It was like shit straight out of a snuff porn. I was crying. Screaming. My threshold was found and surpassed. He did not stop there either. He branded me with a hot poker. His initials are forever burned into the flesh on my ass. The other pain sluts were not watching in fear. They were watching in joy as the cocky pain slut got knocked down a few pegs. Eventually, I passed out from the pain. I woke up in a pool of my own blood, piss and vomit having learned a valuable lesson. Never be cocky at a torture party.

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