My world of sweet pain

Sex without pain is like food without taste

Marquis de Sade

I have a fantasy I would like to share. Would I actually do it? Well, it would leave marks on my pale soft skin, but then the experience would leave me in a trace, a sexual haze that I imagine nothing else could. Now let me make it clear that the flogger I would want used is not a toy, It is a real leather, one that stings, burns and rips the flesh. Blood spurting from the lash marks before he was done would be the ultimate high. Listen carefully as I may never let anyone in such a private space that is my mind again.

I am wearing a white wedding night gown. It is tulle, see through and has a corset attached.  I am barefoot and walking through the mist. Perhaps I have had something slipped in my drink, I do not know as these details are minor. I walk into an old huge house, it is dark and candles light the way. I know where I am it all comes to me, it is a place our nightmares were made of as kids. A place that has long since been torn down. I am at the house on Toddville road. Look it up my pets, it makes an exciting read.

I stop dead in my tracks as a smell comes to me, copper smelling like blood mingled with old incense. It makes me want to fuck.  I hear a clanking sound as shackles drop down from the ceiling and wrap around my pale thin wrists. I can barely breath, I shudder with excitement and dread. I dare not turn around as I am afraid the dream will end, I am afraid I will wake up from this bliss. I hear it whistle through the air and the first blow of the flogger hits my back. It stings, and I want more. He goes fast and hard whipping me into a sexual frenzy. I can feel the night gown being whipped from my back as it tears and falls around me. I bite my lip hard, drawing blood as each blow causes more damage to my silky skin. I am in a complete trance like state as he stops whipping me and is right behind me.  I feel this hot tongue on my back, licking at the dripping blood. He pulls my hair whipping my head back. He laughs at how wet I am, as his hands now go around my necks. He slowly, painfully slides his cock into my hot wet cunt. He pounds me hard as he chokes me then stops so I can breath. He is still licking the blood from my torn back. He cums fast and hard as I scream in lust, pain and disbelief. I pass out and find myself days later in my bed.

I cum to this fantasy night after night. Would you like to make it come true? Call me and take me to a place where your most deviant thoughts come true.