Bondage

Caged 2

Alone in the dark, i am told to wait, Trembling in fear before I pass through the dismall wrought iron gate, the screams of the dead fill the air, louder and louder, almost to hard to bare, I reach a door and from behind, a siren song, beautiful yet demonic pierces my mind, I tremble in fear yet tantalized by blood and lust, I pass through the door, a studio, illuminated by a single light, sudden warmth from freshly spilled blood of heathens thrown upon me, suddenly surrounded by bloody sirens bound by rope, flooded by insanity, I let out a maniacal laugh, flash of light, the essence of the demonic darklife captured in one photograph....

Pose Slave

Hello there boys and girls Where shall I begin, My name is Puffy. I love the darker side of life. There is never a dull moment as far as I am concerned. Being dark is a just a different adventure. While most people fear what they don't understand, I welcome it! There is always light for me with my darkness... As I play with my light up hula hoop under the stars, my hoop lights remind me that darkness is not bad at all. Being a Dark Life Siren, I get to show you my darkness. I can be your salve chained and gagged, asking "Daddy please and may I?" I may be your artwork or isperation, covered in blood or embracing the gore. If you like the sweeter side I can be your kittie cat, little cake baker, or make sure the house is clean (...and there are no blood stains to be seen). I won't tell your dirty secrets... because I'm sure they are as naughty and and wrong as mine...

Caged

A MOMENT OF BONDING: The confines were tight. The girl did not know what to expect. The room was dimly lit and smelled of meat that had turned. The chirping of crickets echoed in the small area, and somewhere beyond sight, were the sounds of preparation. A woman crawled out of the darkness, nude, except for the white gloves and that peculiar mask. She came to her slowly, every shuffle a metallic click on the concrete floor. Followed by the blade scraping behind her. She knelt by the cage, and stared inside at the girl. She stayed that way for an hour or more, just looking, grinning beneath the mask. Without warning or reason, the woman plunged the blade into the cage. Over and over until they were both saturated with thick, arterial spray. They held hands as master and servant while the girl closed her eyes one final time, and in one final tender moment, memories were made.

All strung out . 17 Images

The word ''fetish'' derives from the Prtuguese ''Feitico'', it was first used in the 15th century by European colonialists to discribe the objects ,charms, and dolls used as talisman by many of the African tribes they encounteres. These ''fetishes,'' revered and worshiped by the tribes-people were believed to have strong magical powers; an idea dismissed as supersticious nonsence by the colonialists, who viewed such practice as un-christian In there eyes the Africans wereworshiping false idols, and the word ''fetish '' became used as a mild term of ridicule.

In Trouble

BLACK HEART BROKEN Flogged to completion, flesh worked tender. Rivulets of red on my lips, so sweet with unbridled fear. Misery so delicate, it must be cared for over long periods of time. Nurtured, instructed and put to good use. Molded into a model of sacrilegious gratification. As if there were any other kind. You make me dream of something more to this life. An existence of exquisite flesh, all prime for the taking. My heart stopped beating a long time ago, and I only torture so I can remember how to feel. It gets harder and harder to see it. Makes me get awfully creative with each new subject. I use them, until they’re beautiful again, set them free with my love. Right across their throat. That last guttural moan before I release you into the world, sick and abandoned.

Control

COFESSIONS OF A CLOSET PSYCHO Chained to a chair, blindfolded, duct tape ripping out your hair, coughing up blood, don\'t know why, cold steel pressed against your throat, laughing insanely as you start to cry, small cut so I can taste your blood, so sweet..I need more, new plan.. my blood dripping whore... you\'re mine, FOREVER!!

All Hands

GODDESSES NEVER RUN RED One perfect eye. The other shrouded in mystery. You are a voiceless, vindicated, subjugated, saturated, enduring life. Gazing into your eye, I am petrified by the vastness of your being. But still so warm. Lost in empty space, I see the death of an entire universe, enforced by your simple whim. Everything reborn in your visage and never have I witnessed such beauty. From desolation springs splendor the likes of which I had dare not dream. You are effervescent, a breath of fresh air, even when I suffocate in your presence. I laude praise upon you, but you cannot hear it. I sacrifice so much to be worthy of your presence, but you see me not. I beg for one simple word from your lips, but such wishes could never be granted. This moment, this space, all I’ve ever had, all I could ever wish for. Promise me, just this once, you will look upon me. Look upon me with emotion, with vigor, with indifference. Just once, acknowledge me. I could not touch you, for you are far too exquisite for mortal hands. So I waited. Waited for a time that never came. I waited until I was dead, and then I waited longer. Still gazing at perfection, hoping to stride the depths of space with you at my side. I waited until I was dust, carried away, and then I dreamt of you from afar. Alone, but still retaining a memory of a simple kiss that I never received.

Not for pussies ,34 images

Chaste 1, NOT guilty of unlawful sexual intercourse;virtuous.2.Pure in character or conduct;NOT indecent 3.Pure in artistic or literary style;simple Chas.ti.ty 1.The state orquality of being chaste.2.Virginity or celibacy of a individual .

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