Desires, Pt. 1

"...turn me into flesh, for I am nought but a dream"

Every time I cut myself, I get horny. Every time I bleed, I want to taste it. Whenever I look at my knives, I imagine all the things that could be done with even just one of them. I want to be skinned, gutted, gored, mutilated, brutalized. I want to be decapitated, my neckhole fucked and soiled with cum. I want to be dragged outside, smashed against a branch and left to rot. Only then will I feel like I am real - life does not satisfy me.

This is not a suicide note, this is a fantasy. My suicide, my murder, It is my ultimate dream. I hope one day to become one with nature, rot as the corpses do and spring life through decay. My purpose in death will be to live on through the fester and die knowing I had a purpose. I currently live to serve, a toy for pleasure. I love to be used, abused, stitched then torn apart again.

Oh Mistress, please read this and know I need you more than ever. I need to be destroyed, I need you to cut me open and feel my cold, cold heart. Squeeze life, warmth and pleasure into it. Fuck me over and over until you cannot fuck me anymore and I no longer satisfy you. Send me off to class reeking of sex and death, I will proudly wear it. Cut me up and stitch me up before I go on dates, and make sure I tell no lies if asked about it.

I will decay, one day, and I will do so happily.

-ElisabethGoreWhore

Elisabeth's First Experience

My First Experience

"Gore Forest" by offermoord on DeviantArt, 2017

My first experience with mutilation and the desecration of oneself was perhaps five years ago. If you read my tumblr blog at the time, you would know of this story already.

When I was 17, me and my ex-girlfriend ran a tumblr blog which focused on gore - a lot of our fantasies and images and videos. She was from Wyoming in America and I from Cologne in Germany. On the day after my 18th birthday, I met her. She flew over to meet me so we could finally consummate and complete ourselves.

After a beautiful date to a restaurant, we went to my place and had sex. Not my first experience of sex, but it was the first in a long time. It was satisfactory but we lusted for more. We talked about the desires which we had been texting about for years. It was time. I took my ceremonial ritual knives carved from the bones of a virgin female (these are almost a century old and most definitely hexed), and we headed for the forest. Walking through the silence, the dead of night, it made me feel powerful and I had such a rush. I was happy to finally die.

When we got to the forest, we found a suitable spot. We did not bother taking our time, everything had to be done in the heat of the moment. We stripped down completely naked, and I was the first to experience the greatest pleasure I have yet received in my life. I handed her a knife and she plunged it into my abdomen, cutting me open. Not so much that I would bleed to death - that had to come later - but so much so that you could see my bleeding flesh which I hoped would soon rot with maggots and flies. I wasted no time in repeated what had been done to me on her.

Pushing myself onto her, we cut each other viciously, brutally. Gashes and marks I still have today. We kissed passionately, biting, drinking each others blood. Our wound grinding against each other in a beautiful transfer of blood and potential disease. It didn't matter. If I die, this is how I would want to. We fucked in the forest, on the muddy floor surrounded by all sorts of decay - a dead rabbit with it's rotten brain visible. I wanted to touch it, to rub myself on it but I was pulled away. I focused my attention on her, biting her, drawing blood. Drinking it. Eating her out then pissing on each other. It tasted divine. We fucked, grinded and at last, orgasmed - slumping on top of each other like dead bodies in a pit.

I think we both passed out, as when we came to, we were in a hospital. Perhaps found by some passersby, police and ambulances were called. They feared someone tried to rape and murder us. They were mortified when they found out the truth. Our plan was to die, and do it beautifully then become one with nature. That was interrupted - and I am thankful for that now as I get to experience even more with my Mistress.

I am sorry if my writing is appalling, it has been a LONG time since I ran a blog and especially having to write with such eloquence in my 5th language isn't easy. I do miss her, as well. She was the perfect girlfriend, and if you're reading this then please do contact me. You dropped off the face of the planet and my life has not been the same since. 

I would like to thank my Domme, Ruby, for allowing me to write this story. I would be useless meat without her, and it is only her I serve. For her I live, and for her I will one day happily die. In the meantime, for her I will happily be mutilated. Thank you, Mistress.

-ElisabethGoreWhore

Gore Whore's Paradise: Introduction

Welcome to our corner of the internet

Here you will find the deepest, darkest desires of a submissive gore whore and her Domme. Nothing turns us on more than the desire to hurt and be hurt. Be warned, this is an extreme fetish blog, if you are triggered by descriptions of gore, images of (fetish) gore and sexual content, please leave.

However, if you are here because you are like minded, please leave a comment below. We would love to get to know you and share our intimate desires with you. We would love to teach and to learn. We would love to listen and be listened to. Leave your desires, questions, wishes - whatever - below.

We will soon write our first proper post where Elisabeth will detail one of her experiences with an ex when she had only just turned 18. It is a rather beautiful story. For now, leave your questions - we will always answer these at the end of each blog post. A weekly Q&A will be held as well!

Again, this is a horror fetish centred blog, please leave if this is not for you!

-ElisabethGoreWhore