I have always considered myself to be sensually sadistic. Poised and proper with a rather twisted sense of humor for making bottoms squirm.
But some days, my sadistic hunger craves the anonymous submissive. No eyes to look into, no voice to hear, no concerns. Just a warm body to bind down and offered as a feast.
Know that I want to hurt you. Know that – you “will” take the absolute darkest side of my creativity – and your fear will abound.
Yes, there will be marks. Beautiful thin red lines, thick puffy welts, the tear drops of blood as your skin weeps, the deep immediate bruises. Yes, you will have pain. Yes, you will truly give anything to please your Mistress.
So many desire to be in service, especially when it comes to their own tongues and cocks – it makes me laugh. That is what makes you simply one of the hundreds cut from the same mold. But give me that one – that one that will submit to accepting, without question – my twisted and demented sadistic hunger.
And when all is done, and your wounds carefully tended to – you will love and crave me even more.
Are you willing to feed me?
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