I know I’m not like normal girls. Where they have nightmares about their boyfriends breaking up with them. Or showing up somewhere with no pants.
I’m one who relishes in the fantasies of being strapped to 4 horses and being pulled apart. Or drawn and quartered. Maybe even gutted and used as bait for bears.
However, in a recent blasphemy phone sex moment, I was made to ravage myself into a bloody good end. Leaving my body a destroyed mess when he was done. Possibly the best one so far.
Starting with just some more state of the art pussy and titty torture with gator clips. He had me using a knife on my body to make those tiny little cuts to get the blood flowing. Also pulling on the clips to rip skin and flesh away from my body as I would gasp with ecstasy.
And those ice picks. Stabbing them into the nipples and pushing till I hit the rib cage. The thought of that pain and pleasure mixed with the endorphin high had me wanting more. I do come hard for him, moaning and choking as I have to slit my own throat at his behest.
As like always, though, I expire in a moment of bliss for him as he cums on my body. Leaving his own mark for me to remember the next time.