A lack of empathy makes a true sadist an artist. The way he works my body. The way he etches the pain across my skin. A true musician who can play my nerve endings with perfect pitch. Not moved by my please and cries, he doesn’t stop until his master piece is finished. Until I am a sobbing sculpture of submissive masochistic beauty.
Does your lack of empathy allow you to transcend into a level of sadism few can achieve? Are you one of the few who can create perfection out of my masochism?
I long to experience levels of pain and an endorphin rush I have yet to experience at the hands of a true artist.
Zesty Zoey
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