I can’t cum unless I’m being beaten, force fucked, tortured, or abused in some way during sex.This makes me feel so guilty even though it makes my pussy so wet. I decided to schedule and appointment with a therapist and see if he could help me become more like a normal girl.
I went to his office and sat on a couch in front of him and began to tell him about my dark and wicked desires. About how the only thing that gets my pussy wet and clit throbbing is when I’m in pain somehow or when I’m being humiliated and abused. I told him about the sick and nasty things I’ve done or let men do to me, like going to glory holes and sucking cock after cock or being a cum slut for my daddy and his friends. While I was talking and telling him about these things, I could feel my panties getting moist. The more I described my desires, the wetter I became. My therapist listened to me with rapt interest and never said a word, just jotted a few things down. That’s when I noticed the bulge in his pants. Seeing that sent me into a frenzy of desire. I spread my legs on the couch and leaned back and began to play with my dripping cunt. He continued to watch me for a while before standing up and walking over to his desk and pulling out a rope. He stepped behind me and wrapped the rope around my neck. He tightened more and more until it felt like my eyes would pop. The whole time, my cunt was on fire with desire. He continued to tighten it until my vision went black and I passed out.
When I awoke, I was laying naked on the floor of his office. There were huge bruises and burns on my neck from where the rope had been. My pussy was swollen and sore, and when I moved a trickle of blood and cum flowed out. He had choked me out and then had his way with my limp lifeless body and then left me to wake up naked and alone on the cold floor. On the ground next to me was a business card with an appointment scheduled for next week.