Snuff Porn Punishment

snuff pornMy punishment was snuff porn. I didn’t have to make it. I had to be the star of one. I cheated on him. He put a tracker on my car and busted me with my trainer. I was in trouble. He had always told me that if I cheated on him, I would wish I was dead.  He was right, too. He dragged me by the hair from my lover’s bed. I was half clothed, but he didn’t care that he was making a spectacle. And no one cared about a half-naked blonde bimbo. When we got back to his place, he tossed me in his basement. It was dark and musky. I was terrified. I don’t like the dark. I felt things crawling on me. Spiders and those creepy house centipedes were swarming my body. I felt sick. I screamed for hours. I tried to flick them off me. He knew my fears and used it against me. He asked me if I was sorry yet. I told him I would do anything to make it up to him. Anything. I would rather be dead than in that basement full of creepy crawlers. He released me, but it was not a better fate. Just one less heart pounding for me. I am a pain slut; I could handle the whipping better. He strung me upside down from a banister and whipped me for so long, my flesh tore from my body. It was like being a black slave in the late 1800s. He left huge gashes in my flesh. No way I won’t be scarred for life from that. He left me hanging upside down bleeding overnight. The next morning, he cut me down and made me breakfast like nothing had happened. This taboo phone sex slut is dating a sociopath. I will never escape him.

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