Hell Week
Copyright© 2015 by Dark Fantasy
Chapter 1: The decision
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 1: The decision - This is a story about what happened after I decided to get myself a slave for a week to use, abuse and just plain put through hell. This story is going to be pretty extreme, even though everything is going to be completely consensual.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Slavery Heterosexual Fiction BDSM DomSub MaleDom Spanking Rough Humiliation Sadistic Torture Oral Sex Anal Sex Masturbation Sex Toys Food Water Sports Enema Scatology Analingus
I made the decision about a week after my 28th birthday. This birthday had been like the last five, meaning pretty bleak. There was no family to party with - or at least share some cake. It's not that I had no family, just that we couldn't stand each other and I had no contact with them for years. I also had no real friends, just some acquaintances mainly from work but nobody I would have wanted to share that day with me.
Don't get me wrong, I'm pretty much a loner and usually prefer it that way. It's just that I sometimes wish I had some person who I could trust, someone I could share parts of my life and thoughts with. As there was nobody like that, my birthday consisted of buying a small cake in a nearby bakery, eating it all (even though I felt lightly queasy afterwards) and going back to work.
You might wonder why I didn't just go out and find myself a girlfriend. Unfortunately, it wasn't that easy. I'm sure I could have found some nice girl to be my girlfriend. While I didn't consider myself good looking and actually was a bit overweight, I wasn't ugly as hell. I had a pretty good income as a self-employed computer technician. I lived in a good-sized house that could easily house a family. Yes, had I gone out and started looking, I'm sure I could have found me a girlfriend. It's just that I didn't want just any girl, I wanted something very specific and so far I wasn't able to find one that fit my bill. I probably wouldn't ever as my wishes were pretty much unrealistic.
I wanted a slave.
Of course, many people these days are into BDSM, playing with it or living it in thousands of different variants, each the way they are happy with it. Unfortunately, I was on the more extreme end of the spectrum, what I wanted was someone to abuse any way my sick brain could conceive. I would pretty much be the stereotypical drunk abusive asshole. With the two notable exceptions that I didn't drink (I actually hated alcohol) and that I wanted a girl that would actually be happy in that situation. To me those made a big difference to my self-image, although most people would think different for sure.
There might be some girls out there, who would actually like it, but I had no way to find them. In addition, and even if I did they had way too much choice in potential partners for anyone to even consider me.
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