Sadism

I am a sadist. I enjoy watching people's pain on TV and the computer. I go to bondage porn sites, and download as much as I can. This wouldn't be so bad, if so many people didn't confide in me. You see, I am very good at hiding my sadism, and people tend to see me as loving and caring. One girl who was raped confides in me and cries to me whenever I see her. She didn't even tell her parents. She blurts out everything to me, and I listen, stroking her hair, and saying things to make her feel better. She told me once that I saved her life, she would have killed herself if she didn't tell me. The sick part is that I actually enjoy hearing her stories. I love the pain she feels. I love how defenceless she is. But I saved her life. I make her feel better. I wanted to know what you thought; do I deserve forgivness for helping her through it, or am I going to be doomed for life for enjoying it? If it makes any difference, we're both 13. She was raped at 10.
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For 25 years I was my father's sex toy. From age 7 he used me sexually. Making me give him head. He took my virginity when I was 9, he demand sex several times a day. When my periods started my ass was fucked. He forced me do every disgusting sex act you can think of. Using my pussy, mouth and ass for what ever got him off. He passed me around to other men, made me fuck dogs and made me do porn to earn money turn me in to a BDSM slave. The worst part is he trained my body to always cum while doing these fucking things. It got to the point that no matter how he used me I began having squirting orgasms. One time in a mall I was 15 and looked at another boy, he pulled me aside and slapped hard several times and I came soaking my mini skirt. He never let me wear panties so my skirt was completely wet, then he made me walk to parking lot . I was so humiliated stand there waiting for the elevator I came again as he had trained me to be a bottom how craved humiliation. Last winter he died, and I was free. But at 33 I'm completely fuck up. I never went to high school or had friends. And have no family. I've tried sex with a dozen men since he died, but I can't cum or get wet. The bastard has made it impossible to cum without him. I hate him for making me this way. But I hate myself even more for wanting his touch again, for wanting to be abused by him for being a worthless slave in love with her master. Why did you have to die Daddy, I miss you so much.

For 25 years I was my father's sex toy. From age 7 he used me sexually. Making me give him head. He ...