I have lived handcuffed and happy in Wolter's bedroom closet for a little over a year now. Our first anniversary passed with no celebration other than the same sexual torture I willingly and lovingly submit to every day at his hand.  He is still angry that I stole his soul, and he punishes me for it.

 

He loved his wife and had a happy family until he met ME on the internet.  Now his little "family" is demolished and he pays a huge sum to his vindictive ex-wife because he just HAD to have ME. HAH-HAH-HA!  And because he threw it all away for a disgusting homeless woman, his parents stopped talking to him and removed him from their will.  I own his soul, he says, so he owns my body.

 

Sounds fair to me.

 

It was one year ago that I showed up in Vancouver and knocked on his door, uninvited, unexpected, and completely naked.  I have been completely naked ever since.

 

On days when  am not kept in the closet, I am expected to have his favorite cold drink waiting for him when he walks in. If not, I am punished horribly with electricity.  His favorite drink is V8, vodka, and a cup of my freshly poured blood, with ice, in a tall glass.  I get the blood from the little plastic 'faucet" valve he got from a medcial supply store over the internet. He punctured my arm vein and inserted it, sealing it with instant-drying cyanoacrylic glue.  Now he can desanguinate me whenever he wants to.

 

He's not a vampire, it's just that when he fucks me, he likes to see me so weak that I can barely sit up.  He also likes to gleefully and savagerly whip me when I am too groggy and weak to avoid the blows.  That way, he doesn't have to tie me to the furniture,and it reduces my screams of pleasure to mere mumbles.  Sometimes before a "session", he drains a large bowel of my precious red life fluid and dumps it in the toilet, just to be mean.

 

Because I begged him to, he promised that someday, when he gets tired of me, he will completely desanguinate me.  He will open the valve and leave it open while he fucks me, and he'lll continue to fuck me until I am unconscious, and then until nothing more flows into the bucket.  Then he will cum into my lifeless body for the last time, remove my vagina as a souvenir, and stuff me into the plastic body bag I already bought just for that purpose before taking me to my final resting place in the dumpster behind a supermarket.

 

But he will have saved many containers of my blood to remember me with, mixed with V8 and vodka.

 

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The above story is very typical of my masturbation fantasies. It was a result of running out of new BDSM movies to watch while masturbating.  I went to my junk downloads folder and rasnsacked if for clips of "vanilla" sex around which I could make a fantasy that made it worth watching.

 

When I watched THIS CLIP (below), that was the story that popped into my head.  I've stared at it countless times while I rub myself to orgasm, imagining it is ME being fucked after being desanguinated, and that Wolter is the uncaring owner who is doing it to me.

 

I hope you use it in that way too!

 

Love,

 

Faye

 

email me at fayekanegallery@hotmail.com