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101's December Live Feed [RAW]
Endurance is my master’s pleasure for a carnival of nasty delights. My submission almost defies life. To submit is to ignore that voice inside your head that is urging you to run out of the room. And it takes all my strength not to run. Endurance is time stopped before me as I anticipate your next move. The cane poised before me like the hand of the clock. I can feel the blood pump and splash into my heart cavity before each stroke of the cane. My heart stops and pops like a bubble as the supple flesh wraps around the cane. The blood rushes back and forth from the point of contact; blood thick with salt running over an open wound. Now time slips through me like sand. Am I having fun yet? Two more hours until show time and I’m already panting like a sick dog. This isn’t real, I’m thinking. My mind keeps situating itself around my pussy and my breasts; the two areas most sensitive to pain. I am silently begging for your mercy. That is the mercy of a hundred and fifty men, each wanting a bite of my flesh. I want to lop off my breasts and tuck my clit away so you can’t torture me there. But you already have me dismembered: tits, pussy, neck and arms. And the ropes swallow me whole, pulling my flesh back and offering my bones to the cold floor. Make me squirm about on the concrete floor for a cigarette if it pleases you. Each puff is worth a little bruise on a bone. Now you’ve got my mouth and throat. You’ve left my body parts strewn about the room all dirtied up. Now you’ve found a hole to play with! Go ahead and see how much life I have if it pleases you. It’s all fun and games. A plastic bag tied around my bound and gagged head feels like being fucked in the throat. You know exactly where the air stops. It stops in plastic sucked to my eyeballs. Show time’s here and I am an empty shell. My flesh has been scooped out and served onto a platter. Now you’re going to play with my mind. My master is an apparition waving his magic wand. He has captured the very essence of pain. It is pure and crisp; pins being dragged through your flesh. And it lights up each rope burn and scratch on the skin like a blue flame.
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