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