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I want you on your hands and knees. Crawling as I mutilate your flesh with harsh slaps of leather. Choking out moans laced with pain and lust. Allowing Sir to break your mind. Kicking random body parts to humiliate you even further. Yelling obscenities in order to throw you over the edge. Dehumanizing you to fracture the soul.

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Hand firmly planted on the crown of your scalp. Fingers clinging onto strands of hair. Vision enforced to look down upon a corpse well into the stage of active decay. Botflies and larva ingesting dead matter. Flesh discolored and tight against the skeleton. “Fuck it.” I kick the back of your right knee. Holding your arms out to brace yourself from the fall. Touch coming into sudden contact with the fading body.

Taking advantage of your position. Tugging down the loose pair of shorts you have adorned ever since arriving to my basement. Kneeling behind you, clothed pelvis barely grazing your ass. “Been too long since you’ve had any power, huh? Do I have to teach you?” I grip onto the protruding bones of your hips. Malnourished as I haven’t found the need to feed you. You’re just not that important enough in Sir’s eyes.

You want to protest but you know better. Letting your body build up strength to thrust as Sir guides you. Momentum building as your confidence grew. Pleasure so sinful; it forces you to forget that the object you are abusing was once living and breathing. The innate human instinct to cum took over your mind. Barely registering the disappearance of my touch. I bite my lip, hiding a dark chuckle. Retrieving the serrated dagger attached to my hip. Just as you feel your orgasm on the brink of crashing, my firm hold on your scalp returns. Peeling your frame backwards. Hacking at your throat with the teeth of the blade. Sloppily detaching head from torso.

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Hello Sir,

I love reading how your subs beg for you to hurt them, keep them on the edge of life or death while fucking them until they can’t decipher if they’re in heaven or hell.

I want you to brand me. Mark me, make me take it. I want the fire to be roaring in the fire-pit, my knuckles bleeding and burning from trying to fight you off of me.

You’ll force my head back as you lick the blood from my lips from cuts you gave me and spit it back into my mouth.

I’ll be useless, nothing but a body for you, always ready, always waiting.

You’ll put the branding rod in the fire, heating it up until it’s red. I’ll sit there, crying, whimpering, begging you to let me be.

You’ll turn me around, and to shut me up you’ll fuck me until I’m bruised and bleeding. With my ass up and head down, you’ll finally leave your brand on my ass. I’ll scream and cry and beg for you to stop but you’ll just push it into my skin harder.

And I’ll forever be marked by you. I’ll never remember what I was before I was yours. I’m yours, I’ll forever be yours.

Your body confined to a pillory. Chains used to keep your body held up. Having another one of my Pets be in control of heating the iron rod. As they have known for a long time what temperature is to Sir’s liking. Sir would stand behind you. Watch your body twitch and try to flee. The incoherent babbles and begs to make it stop. The first sizzle of flesh would make his mouth water. Starting from the round flesh of the ass. Marking up your back. Waiting for when your body goes limp from the pain to fuck your hole.

For you, 🌡️.

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ive been reading your blog for a while, Sir, im just so nervous >.<

your posts always get me off, can i please be 💉 anon?

Why are you so nervous? Does Sir send shockwaves of fear throughout your body. Increases the innate human instinct of fight, flight, or freeze to spread in your consciousness.

You can have it.

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For those who have spilt blood for their Herr. Send submissions or private messages with the scene you have captured. The drops of blood and scars you want to flaunt for your God. He will create a masterpiece with the photos he finds to be the most impressive.

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You stood in the corner of my damp and cold basement. The stench of decomposing bodily fluids was permeating in the air. It made you want to vomit. The blood, bile, and urine coagulated - forming a brown matter that stained the ground. You tried your utmost hardest to keep composure; yet the slight shake in your body gave you away. It has been twenty-four hours since Sir went out on his hunt. Successful as he found and brought you back to his humble abode. Instincts tell you to scream just as Sir’s other Pets begin to shush each other as they take notice of a new sound. Heavy pounds of footsteps inching closer to the door. Creeks of the door were followed by the echoes of boots; as Sir stalked his way to the middle of the basement. You felt repulsed by the way these other beings were desperately trying to touch this man. Yet, it made you wonder how it was possible to trust him.

Just yesterday, you were with your loved ones. Living a comfortable routine. Now, you were met with a finger pointed in your direction. Curling inwards to have you come forward. “New Plaything. I want you.” Your legs refused to bring you closer. Only moving when the other Pets looked at you with disdain for not obeying. As you placed yourself in front of your capturer, he circled around your body. Inspecting his prey. You jumped, startled when he landed behind you. Unchaining another’s body, forcing them to stand up next to you. You couldn’t help but to wince at the state of their body. Hair shaved, left forearm and hand missing. Scars and burns littered their skin.

The room was quiet as Sir continued to walk around the ominous environment. His fingers grazed over the tools he collected throughout the years. He lets out a hearty laugh when he stops in front of a thin locker. Pulling out a handcrafted battle axe. Mimicked after those who wielded it centuries prior. “New Plaything, Sir wants you to hold down the piece of meat.” He nonchalantly spoke, hands running over the blade and cherry-red handle of the axe. You croaked out “I can’t” as a response. Voice practically betrayed you. “Yes, you can and you will.”

The piece of meat grabbed your hand, leading you both to kneel on the floor. It proceeded to lay down, head near your lap. “Be good, hold down the meat’s shoulders.” You couldn’t stop yourself from placing your hands on the meat's flesh. The slap of Sir’s boot connected with the meat’s sternum was horrific. His stance made sure the body would stay still. With the raise of the axe, the meat began to give its gracious thanks to Sir. “Shut the fuck up. Don’t you understand that Sir is bored with you.” The man ended his sentence with a brutal swing. Blade striking the torso. Hacking through the fatty tissue, fascia that holds the organs in place. Spraying blood and meat along the walls and Pets that remained in the way.

You couldn’t help but watch the gore. Not noticing the last exhale of air leaving the body you were still holding down. Body now separated in two. You look up at the man who just turned you into an accomplice. He licked the blood that sprayed on his lips. Running a hand that was slick with red fluid through his hair. The sticky matter held the tufts in shape, preventing it from shielding his eyes. “Be good and clean this mess up. Have the others help. Don’t disappoint me. You are the new replacement, after all.”

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I love your posts about cutting and blood and all… Which makes me want to be tied to a bed and feel your blade cutting and slicing through my body, blood dripping and coating my holes.

And at the same time I want to be your little princess that you love and cherish and treat good during the day and at night tie to the bed and whip my ass till it bleeds and have me taste my blood mixed with my girl juices.

Make me cum with the handle of your knife Sir. Make me moan your name will you slid my skin and then take me to the basement to meet your knew playthings.

Please? 🥺

(Can I please be 🧋?)

There’s no such aspect of Sir’s treatment that allows anyone to feel like royalty. Sir does not care for his Collection’s pleasure. Even if his words make it seem so. What made you think you would be worthy of that form of treatment?

You will only be restrained in the basement. New home becoming the handcuffs and iron rods that keep you fixed to the cement floor. Body spread open and ready for abuse.

Try again if you want an emoji.

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That ashtray post, oh my god😵‍💫 picturing you grabbing me by the jaw, digging your fingers in to keep my mouth from closing while you tap ash off your cigarette onto my tongue, praising me when I manage to swallow it without gagging. Pressing the hot end to my tongue when it’s time to put it out, shushing me as I scream and beg incoherently. from the back of my throat. Maybe even fucking me afterward as a reward…or just shoving your cock down my sore throat.

-🪦

For behaving, Sir would have to fuck your body. Use his half dead corpse to milk him of his seed. Make the assault painful to rip screams out of your already sore throat.

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Break me. Chain me up, hanging from the ceiling, arms twisted to the point of tendons tearing and joints popping, legs hung in the perfect angle to fuck my brutalised body into oblivion. Slowly choke the life out of me, stopping just before light leaves my eyes forever. Use all of my holes as you see fit, use my blood as lube, severed intestines as cocksleeve to make the fit even tighter. I would spend hours clinging to life and watching you use all of me. And I would beg you not to stop until there's nothing I have left to give.

🌼

Sir would find pleasure and entertainment in torturing your being. He would keep you chained to the ceiling. Feeding tube would supply you with sustenance. Muscles being victim to atrophy as you’re met with nothing but beatings. Never allowed to stretch your limbs and properly heal.

Keep the emoji.

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came to your blog again; realizing that normal bondage and impact doesn’t get me off anymore. i need to think about being violated by a true sadist.

i would love for you to water board me or drown me in the tub. maybe you tie me up and put a cloth over my face and piss directly on it, so that i’m being waterboarded by your piss? 😫 or, even worse, maybe you dunk my head in the toilet and drown me that way?

i also really wanna get punched in the stomach. most doms won’t do it because it’s too dangerous but something about it really appeals to me…

i would love to be one of your pets, if you find me acceptable…

Tying your body to a piece of wood. Covering your face with a handkerchief. Pouring a clear liquid over your face. A mixture of water and isopropyl alcohol. Hearing the suction of wet cloth against your mouth with each inhale. Followed by a panic screamed as your body begins to twitch against that board.

For you, 🌊.

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Sir I haven’t been able to stop fantasizing about you gelding me. Every time I see you post about using a knife or cutting someone open I think of lying back with my legs spread and your hands between my thighs. Sobbing with the pain and thanking you in the same breath. I imagine this after months of you torturing me as an opportunity to prove my devotion to you. And then using the blood to ease the way for you to use my ass. I can’t think of anything better than being delirious with devotion and blood loss and being able to be of service to the one I’m so devoted to.

When it becomes time for you demise by Sir’s hands, it will be much more violent than that. Slitting your throat. Mutilating the radial and brachial arteries. Watching you slowly bleed out as I use your mouth. Blood coating my cock as it grazes the wound with every thrust.

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Hehe hi sitting here with my blade fucking myself with the handle as I read through your posts I'd love to be owned by you be just another one of your stupid rape meats - 🍰

(ps do you like subs dming you to play)

A piece of meat to rape is one that is willing to be disrespected. Human rights practically stripped away. Treated as livestock that can be dissected and assaulted.

You can keep the emoji.

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Sir, I'm a trans boy who desperately wants top surgery. Would it please you to do it yourself, without anesthetic?

Sir would tape open your eyes. Keep you awake to witness the moment your body becomes elevated to the way you dream it to be. He would force feed you the unwanted flesh during your recovery.

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im literally soo inlove with ur account but it makes me feel so guilty since I'm a Christian (ik this wasn't necessary but I just had to say somethingg)

You reek of blasphemy and sin. Finding arousal in my hellish sexuality. You deserve to have Sir manipulate your mind to stray further away from the comfort of your God. Enjoy your holiday.

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Sir wants to see the look of revelation take over your face. Body in pure shock as the entire blade of his best knife penetrates your neck. The sound of viscous blood squirting from the wound exhilarates him. He begins to twist the weapon - a sinful groan releases from him subconsciously. His cock still firm inside of your hole. Twitching as he breeds your dying body.

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Sir slipped on his favorite pair of brass knuckles. Kept them hidden in the pocket of his freshly pressed khakis. The partially cold metal filled his veins with sheer excitement. The prior disappointment drips away as he rolls his shoulder back. Letting the tension ease, before looking you deep into your eyes. Still kneeling between his thighs. Your mind is screaming “you failed”. You couldn’t hold back your gags with every flick of ash that was sent into your mouth. The burning embers would graze the back of your throat. Tears that would not be controlled. You didn’t know the meaning behind the smile on Sir’s face. Damned cigarette still between his lips. “You’re going to have to control that reflex of yours. Sir doesn’t need a broken ashtray.” At the end of his sentence, the air was stolen from your lungs. Weapon-clad fist collided with your abdomen. Upper half bending over, face resting on his lap. You feel the strokes of fingers in your hair. Sir begins to shush you, not wanting to hear your hiccups for oxygen. “Now you know to do better next time, right?”

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Licking the blood and sweat off your freshly beaten body. Pulse weak as you received the worst treatment ever before. You disobeyed me. Decided to sneak around the house while Sir was busy at work. Leaving a mess of his belongings in each room. He caught you as you were rummaging around his bedroom closet. You didn’t have a chance to scream before my hands were around your throat. Grip already bruising the delicate flesh. Body thrown to the ground. Quick stomps on your black paralyzing your lungs. You try to release begs for Sir to stop. Blows of my fist meet your temple and orbital socket.