Torture phone sex will turn my climax into suffering! That’s all I am to my Master, just a lowly fuck toy for his sadistic pleasure. And you know what? I love it. I crave it. I need it. I am nothing without his torture, his control over my body and my mind.
My Master takes delight in torturing me, in pushing me to my limits and beyond. And my limit? That’s when my climax turns into suffering. When my pleasure becomes pain. When my moans turn to screams. That’s when he knows he’s breaking me, and that’s when he gets off the most.
He loves to make me cum over and over again, until my whole body starts to ache. But he won’t stop there. He’ll keep going, pushing me to cum another 20 times. And let me tell you, by that point, I’m a trembling mess. My pussy is swollen and sensitive, stinging with every touch. But he doesn’t care, he just adds on more torture.
He’ll use clamps on my nipples, hooks on my back, and restraints that leave marks on my skin. He’ll whip me until my skin is raw and my body is covered in bruises. And he won’t stop for hours, sometimes it feels like days. And just when I think I can’t take it anymore, he’ll plow me with his hard cock, making me feel every inch of him, snapping me out of my daze.
But it’s not just the physical pain that he inflicts on me. He also plays with my mind, making me question my own desires and needs. He’s trained me to want his torture, to beg for it, to need it to feel alive. And I do, I feel alive when he’s breaking me down, when he’s making me scream and cry and beg for mercy.
I am a Submissive whore, and I deserve to suffer. That’s what my Master tells me, and I believe him. I am his to use and abuse, to be his plaything, his slave. My reward is his pleasure, and I’ll do anything to please him, even if it means enduring hours of torture and pain. So go ahead, call me. Call me and hear my moans turn to screams, my pleasure turn to suffering. But know that deep down, I’m loving every moment of it.