Snuff sex pain

snuff sex

So I became a snuff sex slave, and it wasn’t even something I ever saw coming; I had a date coming over, and I was setting up the apartment to make it look good, smell good, and give off those great Vibes. There’s that saying that you should always have something baking when boys come over, so I toss some cookies in the oven. The smell would be tempting and remind him of comfort. Nothing was comforting about this visit. My day is over; I’ve known him for some time because we attend the same school. I could trust him, but he would soon show me his true colors. Immediately he began to start drinking heavily. He’d asked where the booze was, and I had a liquor cabinet, so I showed him the way. At first, I thought it was no big deal, but then I saw that he would get more into his alcohol. The guy hadn’t been at my house for over an hour and was already at his glass of wine. He was even taking shots, so he was about to get wasted. When asked to use the bathroom, he took a while. I could hear him snort. He was getting high as well. At this point, I got slightly irritated and told him maybe the date should be cut short. Out of nowhere, he began to lash out at me and start to choke me and tell me sluts like me deserve to die. If I’m being entirely honest, I don’t remember all the torture he put me through, but now I can’t climax without thinking about that horrific night.

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