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I’m a lost little girl looking for someone to help me find my way, guide me back to the true me I know I am, the broken little fuck doll who’s been hiding, cowering behind the buttoned up collar all these years. Beneath the veneer of false bravado with which I walk my days, I can feel her yearning, itching, clawing at me with her jagged nails from within to break free.
I need you. Will you help me? Will you tear the chains I’ve wrapped around myself, and replace them with your own - taking me, breaking me, until I’m nothing but a whimpering little come bucket, naked, battered and crumpled at your feet, drained of all hope and will, empty of life, of fight, and yet still gazing up at you with tear drenched, blood rimmed desperate eyes still begging for more, for anything to help fill the black void that shrieks in vapid hunger for blood inside my soul?
Let me be your release. When your needs surface, cast aside the memory of those moments when I’m cradled in your arms, crying on your shoulder as look to you to you give me strength, and use me, abuse me, drag your nails along the weeping, wounding marks on my skin and spell out WHORE. Because that’s what I am, nothing but a vacant, vacuous simpering little fuck toy, that needs to be played, to be splayed, to be taught that my body was made to be strummed and struck by your whips and canes until my wailing screams in pure agony begging for mercy soothe your ears. And then fuck me. Ravage my sopping, crying cunt purely for your own sick and twisted, pain thirsty pleasure.
Push me, pull me, drag me, drown me as I plummet to the depths of the cesspool of my own sickening need, punish me for wanting you, wanting anything and show me that filthy sluts like me are nothing but fucking, sucking, quivering come vessels for your endless tortured use.
Make me see what I already know, that I am nothing.
I will strive to indulge your kinks in most forms of physical pain and sensation play, including but not exclusive to; whips, canes, floggers, needle and wax play, water, ice and heat/fire. If my own predilection so interests you, I am particularly partial to anal play and orgasm denial. My main soft limit is breath play (understandably, I hope, as it involves a question of total trust and is an area of personal discomfort) and my hard limit of children is just that, non negotiable.
Take me, break me, fuck me, hurt me. I just want to belong to you.
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