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I often think about my first Master. He use to spend hours playing with me, he had a lot of clever ways to push me to the brink of no return but never let me give in. When I would ask why he didn’t finish me he would respond that I was trash and never worth it. I would beg and plead allow him to cut as many holes in me he desires and he never gave in. He loved exploiting my need to please him, making me into a tortured little slave. I often was never allowed to saying anything other then “Yes Please”, or “Yes Master”. I was not ever allowed to have no in my vocabulary when speaking with him. Our last time together he got very furious with me. He told me I was going to be a good girl and stay alive for him while he had fun probing my insides. I responded with “No”. This cause him to get enraged at my defiance he spent hours keeping me in horrible pain and if I fell unconscious he would use a drug to wake me up. He only stopped when he had enough. He left me bruised, bleeding and craving death more was probably the best punishment he could think of.
I’ve been friends with my neighbor for a while he loves hearing about my pain slut adventures. He’s always been skeptical questions how much pain I could really tolerate, and I always tease and tell him he was free to find out. I never expected that he actually would. Right when I was in the middle of my coffee he approached behind me and I felt a hard stinging in the back of my neck and the room just started to fade away. When I came too I was tied down to a wooden chair upon a stage with a spotlight on me. I could squint and see a few rows of people watching me, I looked down and I was completely naked. I turned my head at the footsteps approaching me and then my neighbor was in a long white coat and devious smiled on his face. He started with a hard slap to my face, when he announced to everyone we were about to see just how much pain I would tolerate. He even gave me a safe word to use if I wanted him to stop, which I merely laughed. He has no clue what type of death wish I had, I merely told him I would never ask him to stop. In response he grab my nipples squeeze and stretched them out before jamming a needle through each one. I merely let out a little squeal and stared at him challenging him to bring his worse. I could see everyone watching getting excited intrigued by my lust for more pain. He pulled out a long knife and made several long slits along my sides, prying his fingers into them to stretch them wider. I couldn’t help but scream but still refused to give in, in fact the bright red color glowing off his white coat only made me smile.
I love been taken over the streets by you. You’ve watched me for a while, you know my patterns my friends, where I like to go. You know that I’m just a little whore who likes to be beaten so if I went missing no one would even bat an eye. My lust for pain was bound to catch up to me eventually. You’re excited as you follow me down the road staring on my long legs, making your cock hard. You start to imagine all the things your going to make a dumb whore like me do for you. You can’t help yourself, you lunge forward and start to choke me from behind while no one is around. While I lose consciousness you drag me back and toss me into the trunk of your car before speeding me away to my end.
So a friend of mine told me about a local audition that was being held for a dungeon torture porn film. Which grabbed my interest so I requested to meet with the director/producer for a audition. I promised him he could do whatever he wanted to me. No special effects needed, I wanted to feel everything not just pretend. I offered him authenticity for this so of course he was skeptical and thought I was bluffing. He asked if I was willing to prove my tolerance. I volunteered gleefully. He asked for me to strip down and show him my lovely body. He quizzed me on pain preferences and decided to put me to the test. I hit myself repeatedly in the face, rubbing my swollen clit with my legs wide open. I twisted and dug my nails deep into my nipples until I could see those red warm droplets falling down against my creamy skin. He seemed pleased and brought over a big 8 inch dildo with golden spikes covered the tip. “May I?” he asked not waiting for a response he jammed it quickly into my wet pussy, pushing it in and out rapidly. I could feel it scraping my insides the pain was enough to make me scream. He then climb on top of me using his free hand to wrap around my throat until I felt the world spinning around me. It had been awhile since I came that hard, and I’m proud to say I nailed my audition!
I love allowing someone to take complete control over me. It makes me feel complete, less worried. Takes off the burden of making the small decisions. Having no choice is a lot easier then being the one making a choice. Sex now feels empty without some kind of force in place. I need to feel pain in order to feel any pleasure. I’ve gotten so use to the abuse that without it, I feel almost nothing other then dissatisfaction. Is it so much to want every hole to be taken advantage of, to have my body destroyed in the name of pleasure. I submit to you, I’m completely under your control for whatever you desire. I love being your submissively little bitch.
My new Daddy hurts me a lot. He can’t help it. He has to hurt me, he has to make me cry. It’s the only way he can give me his warm thick cummy. I only want him to feel good and give him exactly what he wants. Last night when he was beating on me I blacked out, and thought I wouldn’t wake up. Daddy was scared that I wouldn’t let him be rough with me any more, that I would try to run away. But I’m not going to run away, I’m not afraid of Daddy’s love. Not matter how much it hurts, I will stay until Daddy decides to throw my body away. Maybe I’m just to pathetic.
I watched myself on the monitor and stared at the views and comments they were making. At lot of people were saying “Yummy” and swapping out recipes. Others were insults and vulgar comments like “Can’t wait to see this stupid dumb whore hacked to bits, it’s going to make me explode”. All I could do was whimper and cry begging for them to stop, which only made things worse. Of course I was dumb and stupid, the perfect target. No one would miss me. According to the timer on the screen it was 2 hours before the man came back. This time he covered his face with a strange clown mask which only allowed for you to see his mouth. When he stepped in front of the camera the chatroom soon filled with “Hey Monty”, “Yay Monty’s here” from the eager audience ready for some bloodshed. He addressed them “Hello my loyal followers, as you can see I have secured quite the beauty for us to…enjoy”. He walked to his computer and launched another window to display on the screen label Bid: currently with a zero next to it. “As most of you know, but in case of newcomers. Highest bid wins, blood vials of course can be purchased as always in the store among other none bid worthy parts” he chuckled. He then grab a large bonesaw and walked towards me. “It’s your big debut sweetheart” he laughed and licked my face. “Let’s begin the Mutilation!” he cheered on in the camera. The chat blew up with cheers and encouragement. All ready to watch me be cut into bits for sale.
I woke up and the room felt very cold, my head still was a little fuzzy. I attempted to get up but felt held down. I attempted to stare down to faintly be able to make out straps holding me down across my body. I wiggled around and noticed I was on a metal slab and felt very naked. I heard footsteps coming closer and then a light turned on burning my eyes. I looked around more once my eyes adjusted and saw a room dirty and blood stained. A workstation with tons of sharp blades was against the wall and in front of me was a man and a tripod. He turned and set up a monitor which was currently black with a bright red word showing on the screen as OFFLINE. The man turned to me and smiled. “I got you for a good deal, a crack head sold you to me for a mere $200. And I’m going to make a fortune off of you bit by bit” he chuckled. I squirmed trying to push against the restraints. He frowned and slapped me hard across the face “Escape attempts are not good for business” he yelled. “If you are lucky I’m slip you things for the pain, but you must put on a good show and smile for the camera. Let your fans know how willing you are for them to…own you even just small parts” he gleamed. Turning around he started the camera and headed toward the door.
It was a blind date, one of my close friends suggested him to me. She said he was my kind of peculiar. It wasn’t until near the end of the evening I figured out what she had meant. We had met up earlier in the day to catch a movie. He was a nice looking man very well mannered and polite. He was also very gentle which I didn’t really care for, but the way he was so careful was curious. After the movie he offered to cook us dinner back at his place. I accepted to be polite although I was finding our date very boring. He sat me down at the table and started to prepare things in kitchen. He grabbed a hefty size knife and walked over to the table. He then said “Have you ever tasted yourself Juliet?” he grinned placing the tip of the knife against his tongue. It was like a new person suddenly I couldn’t quite explain it. “I’m not sure what you mean” I replied curiously. He paused and answered “I think to be truly intimate with someone, you should share your flavor with them.” As he finished he pulled up his sleeve and sliced off a slice of his own flesh, and walked into the kitchen placing it in the frying pan. I smiled, when I finally understood that he was my kind of peculiar. I walked into the kitchen and took the knife from his hand and cut off a slice of myself. “In that case, let’s taste each other” I grinned.
My life is worth much I’m just a pathetic whore who’s only feels things when it’s pain. My existence isn’t worth much, I’ll never be important enough to keep around. Want to give me some worth? Why don’t you let me be your victim, give into your dark desire. How powerful you must feel having me completely at your mercy. You could end it all for me, you could do it quickly or you could make me suffer. It’s up to you. I’ll surrender to my master completely no matter how messy or painful it may get. All you have to do is take my life, it’s yours I don’t need it. I’m only useful to you as a toy, even then I’m easy to throw away. Will you be the one to end my pathetic existence? Please master release me from my own torment.