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It's not my fault that your flesh and blood are so delectable. But don't worry, I'll still share...for now. Just don't be surprised when you wake up chained up in a basement ♥️

My boyfriend is, almost exclusively, a sub. And I love him for it! I love watching him crumble and break, the resolve leaving him as his eyes go wide. It's delightful...

But, something must have been gnawing at him last night. Something got under his skin, I think. Both him and our roommate. They'd been teasing me about body writing - and, I'm ashamed to say, I forgot the exact context of what they intended until they had me chained up and pinned down. They marked and divided out my flesh, skin separated by dotted butcher's lines into regions that they could squabble over. They barely responded to my whines and complaints. They'd stopped thinking about me as a person by that point - just cuts of meat to be done with as they saw fit. A breast to one, my throat to the other. Flanks and tenderloins, biceps and fingers - each marked. Divvied out. Claimed.

My roommate bid himself adieu after they had made their selections and unchained me. He's very good at sharing, and so took the chance to leave me in my boyfriend's hands.

Now, my boyfriend, my bunny, an acolyte to his goddess... he'd threatened and teased me before, but - those times were almost always moments of smirking play. Times when he wanted me to break him down. Remind him who was in charge.

Last night... he was not playing. It wasn't long at all before casual conversation transitioned to him pinning me down - no mean feat for a bunny his size. He whispered in my ear about all the different ways he intended to use the portions of my flesh he'd marked out. Told me, as he forced me to roll over and fuck him, that he'd be taking the portions that weren't his, too - told me he was too greedy to share my divided body. He sounded insatiable. Possessed. And for a blissful time, I allowed whatever demon took him to wrest control.

But... a possession requires an exorcism. And one can only take so much snark and vitriol before the urge to restore the balance rears its head. It was only natural to purify his soul by forcing his head down into the pillow, feeling him writhe and squirm for air. Again, and again. When that wasn't enough, I coiled my fingers around his throat, taking his breath to silence the fell demon inside him.

By the time he'd regained his ability to speak, he asked for his soul to be cleansed. He's a very devout acolyte, of course - and so the searing strikes of the whip across his flesh were enough to drive the rest of the darkness from him.

I truly don't know what demon got into him - but I have the sneaking suspicion that a floodgate has been opened. I fear that he may find himself even more corruptible now, a vessel for malevolence that neither of us yet know the true potential of.

I can only hope.