The allure of the flames, no matter how unspeakable your sins the flames donít care, repentant or not, the flames simply donít care. Virgin or harlot, the flames could not care less. It's
always been the eternal truth of the flames. A witch, chained to the stake or a submissive masochistic slut tied down and destined for the fires of the crematorium, the sin cleansing flames
of the fire shows no pity, and offers absolutely no mercy.
Iíve done things, horrible things, unspeakable things that will forever consign my soul to the flaming pits of hell, what better way to atone for my unforgivable sins in this life than to die in the flames. My master has decided to replace me with a younger, more submissive, more masochistic slave slut, so Iím destined for the flames, to be wantonly disposed of as nothing more than a useless former sexual plaything.
Honesty, I deserve nothing less and nothing more. I gave myself to him, totally without reservations, without limits, to do with as he desired, even in death, I was his to command. If tonight, this is to be my last act of unwavering submission, so be it. Iíd rather go to my death in the flames, his devoted submissive masochistic slave until the end, then risk disappointing him, my master and my lover...