It started with a nipple ring which grew larger and larger as the fantasy progressed (that is to say, the ring didn’t grow, the way I imagined it did).

Next was having both nipples pierced and chained together.

Next was having a steel cock ring welded on. This upgraded later to one that had a dial that could be turned which would extend spikes inward.

Then came the facial tattoos. At first it was just “slave,” then it became more intense and expanded to include scars and brands disfiguring me, even covering my head which was shaved bald. When the hair began growing back my skull was acid-washed to destroy the cells, as well as to further mark me.

Next came my tongue, which started as pierced by then was split instead.

And then. My teeth. All pulled.

Naturally without pain killers. No more hard food. Grateful that my lips were left so that I could survive without a tube, though I’d primarily be fed via a device that filled my mouth and I sucked on like a bottle. A reverse gag created that was basically a bite plate with pins so that I couldn’t close my mouth and that if I tried to grit my teeth in pain I would experience so much more.

Then you told me: You will be a more valuable cocksucker.

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Written by a devoted, twisted fuck. Who I happen to adore. And so enjoy torturing in our darkest of worlds.

xo, Angela

an email exchange

Dearest Scunt:

Watched torture porn (teeth were pulled, barbed wire was shoved up an ass … ya know, business as usual) over the weekend and thought about you.

xoxoxo,

Ms. Angela

My Goddess:

I am so hungry for you right now that I can taste my suffering.

Groveling and cringing,

Scunt

Dear Mistress Angela,

Thank you for our call tonight.

I can’t explain my feelings around you. I do trust you more than anyone I have ever known. I trust you to want the best for me, to protect me, and yet… I fear. I fear where you can take me, I fear how depraved and dirty you make me feel, I fear how excited this makes me.

And yet I want it all. I want you to control me, my everything. I want to suffer for you and I want to rejoice for you. I want to be afraid. I want to know the fear. I want to put myself to your absolute control, and mercy. I want to know the joy that only you can open for me.

I want to lick my tears from your feet.
Tears of pain and fear.
Tears of joy and wonder.
Tears that I wept on you, for you.
I want to taste your flesh seasoned with my salt.

Please Goddess, I want to orgasm. I want to come with your voice in my ears and your name on my lips. I want beyond all words, beyond all grammar. I want so that all I know is want. I want so desperately that it is not the orgasm I desire, but the communion with you that allows it.

Love,

Your Boy

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Mmmm. Emails like this.

Dearest Angela,

Happy Thanksgiving.

I want to let you know that I am thankful for you and what you have given me since I was first afraid to call you.

I am thankful for all the times we have talked, for all the calls you granted me, for all the times you teased me, for the times you took possession of me. And I am grateful for the physical, spiritual and emotional transmutation you guided me through, by teaching me to authentically commit to a truly dominant woman, rather than a cheap imitation of one.

You are the most amazing human being I have encountered. I mean that without the erotic attraction which so deeply binds me to you. The you that resides in your head and your heart, that beams loving insight at me & every other person in the world around you. The you who innately knows when to chide, to praise, to laugh, and even to cry.

That this person shares the same flesh with the most erotic, kinky, intuitive, arousing, and desirable woman in the known world is a miracle of creation. I would be pleased to encounter either, but my blessing — this world’s blessing — is to know the two of you as one and the same.

You allowed me to know you through some of the most challenging times I hope you may ever have.

You have led me to be a better person myself, and have helped me hope to heal, and to hope I may have started.

Whatever small gifts I have given you are but tokens to show my respect for the priceless gift you continue to share with me.

Thank God, and Thank You.

Love,
Mr. J.

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… and this ‘slave’ has certainly been a blessing to me.

xo, Angela

WHY I SERVE YOU

Lost and alone
Seeking for a star

A night full of lights
Disguising the pole

Constant and true
You shine alone

Beauty of truth
Joy of desire

Warmth of heart
Depth of soul

My lack
Your supply

My soul renews
My hope reborn

……………….

Dear Angela,

I haven’t written a poem in thirty years. I wrote this for you.

What I was trying to say is that …

No matter how submissive in bed or life it isn’t enough to be a sub. Much of why I love you is because you are a leader.

I hope you like it.

Poetry is hard!

Love
sub boy toy