My Master keeps having me in trouble even when not around to have fun. The toys He chose keep on texting and calling me and visiting surprised how come the devilish toy is not up for some trouble. Just spoken with prude she wants they come to stay over my place for a week!!! And it’s same with others. Prof and wolf pack and bi couple and dom couple they keep on inviting me! Even the friend that my Master calls jazz.. can’t stop being surprised that my Master is not up for fun.. so very strange for the Devil

"Claim me,"
she whispers in a plea
"claim my soul as I wilt"
Crimson lips parted,
head thrown back
in ecstatic ache
jugular bared
she needs to feel
that sharp -edged love,
skin and barriers broken
as she melts into
the underworld
of a new grace
a magenta cry into
the inky sky
sacred silence penetrated
as only gasps are heard
milky breasts decorated
with red liquid ribbon,
his nourishment,
her demise
nipples pierced with
beads of her sunset lifeflow
as he sucks and bites...
and howling
into heaven's delicious gate,
she writhes
Her soul dissolving
into his night
and as his spirit
absorbs her vermilion soul
their power rises,
black as coal

your lips black sticked sanguine
tremulous murmurs
oh happy blood blossom of deaths surrender
sacrificial lamb
cats sparrow entranced
thighs on fire
sobbing from a thousand needled kisses
nipples tearing blood
each wound a weeping mouth licking
milky white alter of cold stone
saturated alizarin rust
legs wide
feet and breasts trussed
in chains and drenched rags
for cruelties arrow
o crimson queen,
pomegranate half eaten
mouth smudge black
agape
snake tongue dancing
through cherry lips
darkened eyes of fire and blood
a wash in devils incense
beloved veiled in evils cradle
bind not the demons kiss
then face down my love upon the crypt of mist
black heavens gate
pupa
vampires bate
a blood moon shaking
a scourge you are now
goddess of pleasures wretched
in the Tuileries of the abyss
consort
your every piercing fang
a boiling cauldron
desire
spilled out

dark cupid witch
legs tied to throat devil cocks twitch
nipples in a mote
ive got the itch
feet scorched in rope
hot fucking bitch
hells dark pope

vampiress whore
dark girl feeding
the sun is no more
loves the bleeding

What would you like to do to this sexy little devil

I can't sleep at night I keep waking up.. yes I know myMaster got all the tools to break me.. but I keep wondering is that what he craves more than having me do kinky things for Him.. tomorrow is festival thing and I.. yes You broke meDevil and i am in hell worried more than mad or something like that.. keep feeling my hair one you like me to grow.. caressing my shoulders and I keep begging and praying that that wasn't all.. that I'II know regardless is everything okay.. and that regardless of everything my Master will allow me to have that rule and I keep on hoping that it was You commenting one of my posts.. Devil you know i fell on my knees and fell in love with my Master don't punish me for that regardless of how it is.. just ease my mind.. yes You make me cry and suffer wasn't that always what Devil liked.. don't refuse my desire to please even if it's fucked up.. don't take away my begging.. it feels like ages.. let me keep the rule. Regardless that You have me for eternity because You do, broken or not my Master have me.. let me keep the rule.. can't be I earned nothing.. i miss dont You just a bit? And yes You broke Your toy just because You can.. i am fucked up with You and for some reason staying there with my Master.. i fucked them and not just that just because i was begging for Your attention. will You be that cruel.. I just want to hear You are okay at end of the day.. I can't sleep or think or... my Master liked when I cried while having an orgasm when He was away.. Devil I only beg for a bit of my air please stop torturing me..
I know Devil likes my tears but Your slave just begs for Your attention a bit of it Master.. it feels so horrible will You have mercy on me?
please my Lord fix Your doll

"I AM DONE EXPLAINING MYSELF" The fire inside me burning brighter than the fire around me. I’m tough, I’m determinant, warrior and I know exactly what I want, may too unique for basic people. Don’t study me. You won’t never graduate. I Am Half Goddess...I Am Half Hell. And if you WONDER ???? Yessssssssssssssss I know there's a special place in HELL for me..It's called THRONE...I Am The Servant...The Bitch..The Queen Of Devil...The Goddess Of Darkness...I Am The Priestess Goddess Phoenix ▲☥▲ RESPECT ▲☥▲

Damien: Everybody hates me!
Mr.Mackey: Why do you suppose that is?
Damien: Because I'm the son of the devil!
Mr.Mackey: Uh huh that's a good start, why else?
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Kyle: You bastards!
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Mr.Garrison: What kind of sick weirdo are you?
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Kyle: Say some thing Mr. Hankey.
Mr.Hankey: Aaaaah
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny! Dude, Kenny is dead.
Chef: Hello there children. Let me sing you a little song:
I'm gonna make love to you woman
Officer Barbrady: Well you ain't Fiona Apple,
and if you ain't Fiona Apple I don't give a rat's ass.
Reporter: What would drive a man to such a disgusting act?
Some Woman: My god that's disgusting!
Stan: Whoa dude, how do you have sex with a chicken?
Stan: At least im not a little pig fucker.
Cartman: God damn it!
Stan: Dude!
Kyle: Huh Sick
Mr.Hankey: Aaaah
Cartman: You get you bitch ass back in the kitchen, and make me some pie!
Mr.Garrison: You got to hell!
Stan: You butt plug.
Kyle: Damn!
Cartman: Well screw you too.
Cartman: Well?
Ms.Cartman: Sure Hun.
Cartman: Kick Ass!
Cartman: Hey, ill blow your freakin head off you peice of crap!
Mr.Mackey: I mean your one screwed up little kid, do you understand?
Cartman: He is a very disturbed little boy.
Ms.Cartman: You want some Cheesy Poofs?
Cartman: Yeah I want Cheesy Poofs!
Ms.Cartman: You can have a eensy weensy bit can't you?
Cartman: Well?
Ms.Cartman: Just a weensy eensy woo-woo?
Cartman: Okay!
Ms. Cartman: I bought you some Cheesy Poofs and Happy tarts!
Cartman: God Damnit!
Ms.Cartman: Just a weensy eensy woo-woo?
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Kyle: You bastards!
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Mr.Garrison: What kind of sick weirdo are you?
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Kyle: Say some thing Mr. Hankey.
Mr.Hankey: Aaaah!
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny. Dude, Kenny is dead.
Mr.Garrison: Dumb ass, what a retard!
Stan: You fat fuck!
Kyle: Screw You.
Stan: Dude.
Mr.Garrison: Don't be such a little wuss!
Officer Barbrady: Fruitcake!
Cartman: Bitch.
Wendy: No, I'm not acting like a freak!
Cartman: Well I was standing out in a field and I had this huge satellite dish
sticking out of my butt, and then there were hundereds of cows and aliens, and
then I went up on the ship, and Scott Baio gave me pinkeye!
Stan: What the hell are you talking about!
Mr. Garrison: There are no stupid questions, just stupid people!
Wendy: Barf is gross!
Cartman: Nobody gives a rat's ass!
Pippins: Lunchy munchy hmm!
Stan: Oh yeah? Well at least my moms not on the cover of Crack Whore magazine!
Cartman: Damnit, would you shut the hell up?
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Kyle: You bastards!
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Starvin' Marvin: Yeah I want da cheezy poof!
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Mr.Hankey: Howdy Ho!
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny. Dude, Kenny is dead.
Cartman: Son of a bitch.
Jesus: Yay, believe in me, and ye shall find peace, the way is paved with gold for ye who seek truth!
Ring Announcer: Wearing very very black trunks...the king of all that is evil...
Towns People: Barbara Striesand, Barbera Striesand!
Barbera Striesand: I'm Barbera Striesand!
Chef: Barbera Striesand?
Leonard Maltin: Barbera Striesand.
Kyle: Kick the baby!
Ike: Don't kick the baby!
Leonard Maltin: Leonard Maltin.
Leonard Maltin: Sydney Potier.
Chef: Sydney Potier?!
Stan: Oh yeah.
B.S.: Your some little hick!
Stan: You ugly skank!
Cartman: Damn your black heart, Barbera Stiesand! Hey! Why dont you stop dressin' me up like a mailman, and making me dance for you, while you go and smoke crack in your bedroom and have sex with some guy I don't even know on my dad's bed!

Just a random question.

Alot of posts on the confession section seem to be about black people being submissive to white people or just straight up racist shit. Is that some kind of fetish I am not aware of or is it just some troll like devil whatever. It get's really annoying having it be an 8th of the posts there quite frankly since they are barely more than a sentence or two.

If it's a big thing can't we just make a sub forum for that? Don't know if I am asking to much or being to sensitive for this site but I am new so spare me :P.

Picture unrelated just felt like including something :P.

All of my nature wants to do something gor the Devil and my Lord that I like. But then I remember how mad I got. I blamed him for not communicating well and I did the same. I got so angry and anger actually was only me craving a little more space around him. We all have different ways of expressing the craving and care. I always liked his personality and way he expresses. Idk why my mind associate him being away as Him not liking me. But that's the way I felt and attacked. Truth is I don't feel anger or mad or something. I just crave and crave growth. The way He likes it and ways where I can get a little bit of just a little more space at His feet. So when He needs me I can do something. My submission towards Him always is bit scared that I am not doing enough. I guess that's normal when you care, you always want to be better. I felt I am failing because my Devil vanished again after saying He won't. Maybe I did failed then got mad because I crave being better. Understanding better. I don't wanna change a bit of Him. I just want to know more, walk the path more and have tasty playful reminders that we are okay. It's just two way street my Lord always agreed on that. So how am I do be good when I don't have chance to check where is His mind so I can be better. And that made me panic of losing what I crave, Him. I don't know is it attacking the personal space fact I just want to be there for someone I like nnd lust and playful with 

I've pissed on the last six women I've had sex with. I'm not really into it nor domination in general, but find that it really opens a lady up. "You won't let me fuck you in the ass? I just pissed all over your face. It's not like I'll think less of you. Why are you so up tight?" is one example of what I say afterward.

For the ladies that are less inclined to let me do something like that, I break them in inside the shower. They all say no at first. All it takes is something stupid like "This is happening." I lock eye contact and while they're still in shock over what I'm saying, the lack of further objection is practically permission. I let loose and manhandle slightly, always backing off at "no" and pushing back when they ease up.

I've never had anyone react badly nor violently. In fact, they keep coming back and pretend to reluctantly accept further "showers." For some reason, the women I meet love being marked as territory. In reality, it's more that I'm introducing them to something no one else ever has. They get off on the filth, novelty and (mostly) the fantasy of the situation.

Pee is THE gateway to turn a nice & respectable church girl, into an anal-sex having, rim-job giving, cum-drinking slut. I shit you not.

P.S. I'm not terribly good looking and far from in-shape. I have the devil's smile and his confidence too.

I confess my ex wife and I have remarried but a couple of months ago she called and wanted to go to lunch. She was nervous acting then just came right out and asked did I wanna get a motel room.  Instantly Made my dick hard just thinking about it. An hour later we were on motel bed in a 69. The feeling of her mouth going up and down on my cock while my tongue Is buried in her pussy and asshole is fucking amazing. She even let me do some ass to mouth which I’ve always wanted to do. When she’s horny and her husband isn’t around she’ll text me this little devil emoji 😈to let me know she’s ready to go again. It’s erotic as fuck

Couldn’t help but to think how much this little slave changed over the years tasting that connection with the Devil. A piece that was needed the piece we find and our best bubble up. The committed connection kept on poking me, that’s why it’s so easy for Devil to keep me on my toes. And what have I been thinking about is as well the tasty soul of the Devil even tho I keep on calling him cruel and cold. One really kinky Devil but just as well what got me trapped is something more of him. Perhaps i am more scared of his soul and cope with Devil with my Devilish side. And the need to admit that, to admit slave attacks Devil just because when tasting his soul i freak out the most. And refuse to admit I believe in it. And get all crazy because deep down I believe and the connection won’t let me rest most of the time, the inability to resist to dirty things and the belief combined with taking the attention is his odd combination. Devil force me to fish haha.. if all i do is attention grabbing and all You do is attention grabbing.. then let me fish :p
You created just very nice masterpiece with devilish and such warm colors.. just look at it