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Torture sex to me is not about the pain itself it is about how it makes me feel in a full body way. Not just physically, but mentally as well. Like mental floss so to speak? Maybe it’s like being a cutter I don’t know. This weaving of metal through my back is a lifelong dream. With a Master of pain a lot of pleasure and release can come from such a set of skin piercings. I’ve seen it with my own eyes. Women and men who enjoy suspension have described it to me as freeing and mind bending. Pain because absent with the rush of adrenaline. The bar piercing is temporary if you go that way. There also fish hook looking apparel. I just want the rings up my back. I find it so arousing and I think having a master rub ribbon of his choosing through each of them and using them to control me. I can almost feel the orgasm now.
Rape phone sex fantasies are a real part of my nightly wet dreams. I love talking about how it would happen, and the types of things I want to experience.
I’m in the bathroom, standing over the sink, brushing my teeth. I hear something but immediately dismiss it as the cat getting into things. I finish brushing and rinsing and I am violently grabbed from behind and thrown to the ground. I only have my silk long nighty on and it is ripped from my body like it was an old rag. I am struggling and clawing but I am overpowered. I feel a flash of white hot pain rip through my ass. No lubrication, no regard for my virgin ass. I’ve never allowed anyone to fuck me in the ass and now this human is fucking my ass violently.
I can feel my sphincter ripping and stretching. I am screaming and struggling but the violation continues. I feel the stiffening and the familiar groan of him cumming in my ass. Abruptly as he entered, he was gone and I was left alone, bloodied and ripped asshole, cold on the bathroom tile.
I had a session recently with a particularly brutal Master. He is strong, experienced and knows how to use me. He’s brought something with him today. It is the tower of pain. I was really turned on when I saw it. It looked like it would rip my nipples off if I made a bad move. I had a mind to not be on my best behavior.
He put the device on me and I was immediately thrown into a whirling sensation of pain, I was getting so wet. Involuntary tears streamed down my face from the pain. He patiently told me to bend over, and rammed a piece of ginger into my asshole. The pain was so intense and searing I came and he was not happy. I had not asked nor had I waited until he was done with his amusement of torturing me. He spun me around and slapped me across the face, but it did no good. I love being slapped, choked and used. He violently pushes me down to the floor and starts to use a round very spiked hair brush and shoves it in my fuckhole. I screamed and he only did it more. All he muttered to me was, cum now for me bitch. My tight pussy bloodied and sore Master takes his cock out and fucks me, he fucks me hard. With each slam he pulls the tower of pain clamps on my nipples and is almost ripping them off. As he finishes he sits down on my chest and jerks off his cock spraying my face with his cum…he is one of the best. He makes me stand up by pulling on the tower of pain; I hear the whip of a cane and the crack across my back. He was caning me as hard as he could, with every whip I wanted even more. Finally with welts all over my back and legs he takes something from his pocket, it’s a lemon. He squeezes it hard and the juice starts to flow out of it. Rubbing it on my back, In scream and squirm and beg him to stop…it was so erotic and painful I was ready to die.
Don’t ask me where or how, all I know is. For the last 3 days I have been nearly fucked to death or beaten to death or both at the very same time. It all began as I woke up to a line full of men along side of my bed with their cocks in their hands. One of the very first men I seen was my very own husband. No surprise! He then went on to tell me that if I screamed or resisted in any way shape or form I’d pay for it even worse than what I am about to! That is when he grabbed me by the head of my hair and drug me to the edge of the bed. Barely awake and eyes still blurry trying to focus he shoved his cock in my throat. I heard the other guys laugh and one shouted out “breakfast time bitch”. This definitely is not what I have pictured when I think of breakfast in bed. But then again with a husband such as mine I would not expect anything less. They each began gagging me with their meat. By the time I was on the last dick I nearly puked all over it. I held it down with everything I had in me. Knowing I would be forced to lick it all up had I made a mess. Once they were done skull fucking me I was ripped up off the bed and flipped over, I was told to reach back ad spread my ass cheeks as they all took their turn ramming their cocks in my ass and in no gentle fashion ether. My husband started shouting at the guys “fuck her asshole until I see blood” I laid there and took it and soon felt the warm sensation of blood run down the back of my thigh. I was then flipped over and my pussy became a pin cushion for all of their bloody cocks. My husband gave orders that they wrap their hands around my throat as they fuck me. I remember getting dizzy as I felt the first load fill pussy up and after that I must have passed out. Once again waking up to find myself covered in my own blood and the cum of many men.
It was late and I had noticed that my husband did not take the trash out for the week. So I had to hurry up and get it out because I knew the garbage men would be by first thing in the AM. I hurried as quickly as I could go. Hoping and praying the neighbor did not catch me out there. It was such a relief once I reached the back door and that is when it hit me. I was grabbed around the neck with a chain of some sort and drug down to the ground. I was barely able to breath let alone notice who was behind this. Although I had a good idea. Kicking and screaming as the chain dug harder into my throat I could feel the cement just eating my flesh as I was being pulled across it. Finally we reached the garage where he picked me up by the head of my hair and then tore my clothes off me. What was left of them. He fucked me over and over. It went on for hours. Taking a pounding from his cock and then his fist. Making sure to evenly rotate. Once he was done he kicked me in the back and mumbled another piece of trash to take to the curb. Leaving me there to lay.
I really think the more unrecognizable I become the more they get off. They meaning my husband and his new friend, our neighbor. He is more like an accomplice to all the hardcore poundings and beatings I take with both their cocks and fists. Whatever it is they feel at the moment to give me. The other night I was bound with my hands behind my back. Left completely helpless as they crammed their dicks down my throat with the only goal of blocking off my airway. I really don’t think they cared about cumming they just wanted to see me struggle as I lay there nearly lifeless and unable to breathe. My vision at one point was blurry but I remember them taking turns beating my face with their fuck rods once they pulled them out of my throat. When I finally came to my face was covered in bruises, and a combination of dried up blood and cum. Want to tell me what a worth less pice of shit I am or join my husband on nearly fucking me to death? Give me a call.
There is not much I can do these days to keep these two from nearly splitting me from asshole to appetite. I learned that it is in my best interest to just lay there and take what they want to give to me at that moment in time. Weather it be a cock shoved so deep into my asshole and the only lubrication helping it pump in and out of my torn flesh is the blood from which they tore me open, or maybe one decides he will skull fuck me as the other presses a cold sharp blade against my neck. Knowing with the slightest movement or to hard of a thrust it could nearly cost me my worthless life.
My husband was out of town for the weekend. I knew that meant anything but a peaceful and relaxing couple of days. Not ever since he got the neighbor involved with his games he likes to play with me. I was fast asleep one night. And was suddenly woken up not being able to breathe. My neighbor had his cock shoved deep into my throat pressing his cock head against my airway completely cutting off all oxygen. I squirmed and struggled beneath him. But that only made him grab me by the head of my hair and shove his dick even deeper. I was trying my best to breath through my nose but I felt myself starting to gag. The last thing I remember is vomit coming out of my nostrils and I woke up covered in a mixture of my vomit and his cum.
Today it was confirmed that the neighbor and my husband are working together to make my life a living hell. I was trying to plan an escape but now he has the fucking neighbor watching my every move. And is even allowed to fuck me when ever he feels the need to. Just the other night he came over and got all drunked up with my husband. By the time they were done they had a beer bottle in each fuck hole. I at one point struggled so hard with them that my husband ended up knocking out a tooth of mine with the glass bottle. It was a bloody mess but it seemed to drive the both of them even more. They used the gushing blood to their advantage and fucked my face with both of their cock at once. Choking me out several times, while both of their dicks blocked off my airway.
While my piercings have grown on me over the years they were not always a part of me I enjoyed. In fact they brought great pain to me. Both physically and emotionally. Most people go and have body modification done as something they enjoy. But these were unwanted. Very much unwanted. And when I say that. It is an under statement. You see right before I was leaving my husband the first time around. He had me restrained down in our basement for two days straight. On the second night a big burly biker guy came down and repositioned me in a fashion where he could access both my nipple and pussy. I had no idea what was going to happen. I just had thought I was going to have some unwanted cock shoved in me. Little did I know my husband had arranged for my clit and both nipples to be pierced. He told me that he had knew I was planning to leave so he wanted me to go with a parting gift.