love in the time of anorexia nervosa

In the top drawer of my dresser are my secrets

part 1, 2

I want to watch her squirm. Purity and innocence are her only charms. She I am sure would shudder in disgust if she knew my thoughts. Hmmmm I was watching…I could see him tying her up suspending her in mid air… He strapped the gag over her head and into her mouth and then inserted a red horse hair plug into her ass. She cried but she was helpless. I was watching…He twisted her nipples and bit down on each one. She was drooling. She was swinging in agony and moaning with pleasure. He proceeded to insert these small eggs in to her pussy, blindfolded her and left the room. We sat together watching….the monitor would twitch and she was still. He kept pushing the button on the remote. A puddle was foaming on the floor. He asked me softly, do you wish it was you and I answered no. Secretly, maybe….but I seem to get off on the desire of wanting him and him denying me, rejecting me. He quietly left the room.. He asked me to join him. He took her down. The smell of piss permeated the room….he tied her to the chair and took off her blindfold He pulled me by the hair and forced me down into the puddle shoved his cock inside me and told me I was a liar. She was watching…

I wash my hands in a water soluble clear lubrication the insertion is slow and deep. The implements are cold. Soft playable tissue and the uncontrollable release of feces. Interior excretions smeared on the exterior body… and we are a text.

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In the top drawer of my dresser are my secrets. Am I the waste product of a sick pornographic magazine. I am screaming, masturbating. I am wet. Sticky. I am serving to defy you. I am nasty. My tongue is greedy but it is numb. The deceit, yes. I suck, yes. I swallow. I give you orders. You eat your own cum. I own you. I keep you in chastity. You cut the lock. I punish you. You defy me. I punish you. You are worthless. You are the ruiner. I use you, I fuck you, you suck my cock. You are not capable of pleasing me, you fuck You are pathetic. You want me and I think you Are shit. You will never have me. I am superior. We are all suspects. We are all guilty. Yes, I swallow you are not a homosexual but you like to be fucked up the ass. I like fucking you. I like keeping you. You are a possession. An object. You are the lowest kind of slave. You are nothing to me. I love you. So what, Bitch. I want to fill your holes.

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With pursed lips the smoke pours from her mouth and presses down the cigarette sinks slowly into his skin and she lifts it to her mouth again. Pressing down it burns and he screams. She is unaffected. She takes the knife and runs the blade down his spine and the blood beads up. This will leave you with a scar she says. He says nothing. The smoke pours from her lips. She tells him to open his mouth and ashes on his tongue. She tells him to swallow. She begins to stroke her strap-on, backhanded, spitting in her hand she lubes up her cock. She rolls him over and secures his arms his legs. Each drag from the cigarette produces tension in the air. She gloves up and lubricates his hole with one finger then two. She starts slow and steady and then thrusts, He moans and cries. She is his rapist. Without emotion without hesitation she burns him again below the belly button. She releases one of his hands and places it on his cock. Jerk yourself off she says. He complies with her request. He strokes his cock and she thrusts inside of him. He buckles underneath her and she continues to ram him. Cum in your own face Cum in your mouth She whispers to him and his cock hardens Cum now! I cannot Mistress he cries and She slaps him. She thrusts in deeper until he starts convulsing with a collapse.

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Static Paralysis Parallel

He came stumbling in on crutches. I force fed him 15 fleets and plugged him. He lay on the floor helpless. I picked him up and had him sit on the furniture dolly. I toed him to the dolly with red ropes. I began wrapping his head with the bandage and then pulled him around in circles. Spinning Dizzy. I began my preparations by laying out the orange plastic on the floor. Untying him I pushed and he fell on to the plastic. With uncontrollable cramps he messed himself. I left him there. His equipment doesn't work anymore and he stiffed me for the money. The smell was disgusting. So is he. I felt sorry for him. I busted his crutches and kicked him over and over. I am unaffected, detached. You must think I am an awful person but I am a beautiful woman and he is a cripple.

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