Being a pain whore is not an easy life.
You would think that all I would have to do is walk down a dark alley and my body would be tortured, and beaten and I would once again get that rush that only comes from having my skin ripped open!
Feeling a cold steel blade slice into my nipple, the warm trickle of blood running down my bruised swollen tits….it’s best when I am being held down against my will and being forced to take the hard angry cocks of complete strangers!
There is nothing more satisfying as waking up in a puddle of piss and cum at four in the morning, prying my bruised mutilated body from the cold dirty pavement and walking home in torn clothes that no longer cover my shame and humiliation!
But as I clean the slashes in my skin, the tears in my ass and pour rubbing alcohol on my sliced cunt ( I love the sting), I can’t help but feel frantic, wondering where I will get my next fix.
I need the pain and humiliation like some people need air!