Total Power Exchange

(collab of DawnbeforeDark and Shaman)


The Slave -

Remember when you said, “Hush little girl, don't cry”, then proceeded to molest my body, my soul and my mind? You broke me for many years with your sick manipulation. I was made to rub you, suck you, and play with myself for your entertainment.

Those haunting creeping memories suddenly start to come back. They make me want to crawl into a deep grave, until I realize it’s you who belongs there! Maybe then I'll be at peace, when I bury you with all of those memories.

I trusted you, father. But you turned into my worst nightmare by destroying my innocence and tearing apart my soul; touching, feeling, fucking me, which you had no right to do! I was just an object for you to shoot your putrid wad into. You took my childhood away, you monster! You played with my head and told me I was special, but all you did was make me feel dirty. You bastard!

I bet you thought that when I left, I would forget. But I haven’t. And now it’s your turn to be destroyed, humiliated and ripped to pieces. When I’m through with you, your mind will shrivel and break. You will wish for death. This will be my sweet revenge…


The Master -

I’ll lure you in for a hug and undress you quickly. With a single stab of Ketamine, you won’t struggle when I tie you down. I’ll cut out your tongue while I have you subdued. No speaking allowed!

You wanted to fuck me forever, but your limp dick wouldn’t listen. I’ll have a ‘work around’ for that – fifteen blue pills should do the trick!

I’ll prepare some surprises for you – a knife, a blowtorch, a branding iron, a needle and ink for a tattoo. You’ll receive hot brands of the word “cunt” across the length of your body, and one to scar your forehead. Then I’ll melt the skin from your fingers with my blowtorch. How wicked!

After thirty minutes your cock will be hard and ready for a tattoo of me, with my head positioned on your tip and my body down your shaft. Once my image is complete and blood is drenching your skin, I’ll give you one last look at your precious cock, and slice off its head. Your screams will validate my genius!

I’ll use a hemostat to stop your bleeding, and cauterize the wound with my blowtorch. Before we end our time together, I’ll take your tongue and shove it up your ass for good measure.

My plan will be to let you live, to set you free. I want you old and decrepit, remembering the vile things you did to me. Physically and mentally you will be diminished, existing as a pathetic afterthought – an ignoble, sterile mute. You’ll be in terrible pain for the rest of your life and perish in a pool of your own filth, as a lonely wretch with nothing left...