Monroe D'Amore: "I normally stick with my more tame front But in honor of ev…"

i normally stick with my more tame front but in honor of everyone’s #nsfw confessions from way earlier when i was busy, i feel it’s only fair i post one of my own . . . but! i already confess a lot of my thoughts on here so, maybe, just this once i’ll share something more open than the front i show on this site #substance #stonedconfessions ——————— very long warning list: #pailing #violence #bodyhorror #extreme #kink #extremekink #nsfwe #gore #torture #abuse #cw-self-harm #horror (tldr: i like to be hurt and almost killed and mentally broken and i’m making that the problem of anyone who reads below wow long tldr lmfao amirite???) thnx for bearing with me while i show an excessive amount of worry for the wellbeing of any troll who has the misfortune of reading this #bloodymess fantasy below this point ———————- when i talk about my experiences of pain and the enjoyment of it, i feel as though i’ve only been recently sharing the more tame and sexual side of things . . . i feel like i’ve gotten too soft on myself slipping away from the root of my true desires, the type of need that i wake up from nightmares of feeling as desperate as ever i want the pain inflicted on me to be done with zero regard for my personal wellbeing or tolerance it makes me lose my mind, the rot spreading from my pusher and through my body until i decay i need to feel myself lost in the suffering tear me apart piece by piece snap my fingers one by one, maintaining eye contact the whole time my vision shakes from the blinding agony by the third you’ve noticed through my tears the movement in my jeans my legs are pressed together even though i’m shaking and sobbing when you get to the sixth, you find i’m shifting where i’m bound, trying to feel any kind of friction in my jeans out of pure instinct you slow down, laughing and taunting me in the face of this little discovery you get to the ninth, you don’t know how trying to horrify me and make me beg to die for to this point, but you’re not going to let me get what i want the most now that you know i’m as broken as this who else would have gotten this far and be begging for their life between each sob??? at least when i’m not screaming each time you crack a bone lmfao you’re about to let me go, you don’t want me passing out before you can get me to calm down and do more to me but then you realize what my plea is really for i don’t care for my life, i’m begging you to not stop you stop undoing my restraints, leaving the hand with the last in tact fingertip bound to the chair with the other free you know i won’t fight back anymore, not when i’m trying to rock my hips against the chair i’m right where i want to be, mind gone and replaced with need to paint the inside of my pants with my color *crack* i lose myself completely it’ll be humiliating when i come down, but for now it’s pure ecstasy . . .