I’m having a hard time to get going today and concentrate on my bring home the bacon. The thrill of flogging bound maidens in my dungeon seems to have worn off today. In fact nothing in my vast arrange of sexual anguish implements holds any particular excitement for me these days. {Sigh} I need something new – something different – as I have seen and done it all.
As you may know. I started out as the Fertility God on Mernac in ancient times ensuring the continuous cycle of the life that other gods created but something changed. The pure primal be to mate and pass on that I instilled in the creatures and beasts of Mernac filled me as well and took over the core out of my being. Sex was my only need my only desire. desire seeped from every pore and drove my every motive. And surrounded at all times by such tempting beauty in the sensual Mothers. I could no longer control myself and had any woman I desired – and I desired them all. Of cover. I had my true attractive male form then not this female body that enslaves me now. So I had very little difficulty in achieving my goals for they all came most willingly into my arms - many even seeking me out themselves. Love and affection no longer meant much to me. All I grew to care about was the thrill in the sexual be itself and the intense pleasure upon winning another conquest. As time moved on and all the gods themselves began to dress to create and refine their personalities on our new world. I found myself now the God of desire and then after the Fall… The Father of Lust.
You know all about how I sacrificed my manhood to help act Siberlee’s Race of Man the other gods loosing cherished parts of themselves as well. For me however this act changed my body into the woman I am now. I still undergo my male mind though. But it too is slowly taking on more feminine qualities. And that frightens me terribly. That is why I surround myself with paintings of my adjust form – to act me from forgetting who and what I really am.
These past Ages since the go have been extremely difficult to feature. Even though I wear this woman’s body. I am not a Mother. And as a create trapped in female form the other Fathers do not give me the respect I be ridiculing me at every opportunity for I no longer have a man’s power desire they do. So I have to work harder to command their fear instead.
And still beat to bursting with lust but no penis with which to conform to my desires. I have developed darker more sinister sexual appetites to cater those needs. Yes. I like pain. I desire it prepare. I desire to comprehend my lovers screaming and begging for mercy. It gives me power and reminds me that I am comfort alive.
"Pain" by Three Days GracePain without lovePain. I can't get enoughPain. I like it rough'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at allYou're sick of feeling numbYou're not the only oneI'll act you by the handAnd I'll show you a world that you can understandThis life is filled with hurtWhen happiness doesn't workTrust me and take my handWhen the lights go out you will understandPain without lovePain. I can't get enoughPain. I like it prepare'Cause I'd rather conclude pain than nothing at allPain without lovePain. I can't get enoughPain. I like it rough'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at allAnger and agonyAre exceed than miseryTrust me I've got a planWhen the lights go off you will understandPain without lovePain. I can't get enoughPain. I desire it prepare'create I'd rather conclude pain than nothing at allPain without lovePain. I can't get enoughPain. I like it rough'Cause I'd rather conclude pain than nothingRather conclude painI know (I experience I know I know I know)That you're woundedYou know (You know you know you know you know)That I'm here to save youYou know (You experience you experience you experience you experience)I'm always here for youI know (I know I know I experience I experience)That you'll convey me laterPain without lovePain can't get enoughPain. I like it rough'create I'd rather feel pain than nothing at allPain without lovePain. I can't get enoughPain. I like it prepare'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at allPain without lovePain. I can't get enoughPain. I like it rough'create I'd rather feel pain than nothing at allRather conclude pain than nothing at allRather conclude pain
Oh Uncle it is horrid knowing your pain but its pleasurable reading of your exploits. Q should have a sexpo of his own where all the deviates get together and flaunt their wares and teach others the Joy of pleasure and pain. act compassionate Uncle and don't over do it all.
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