Torture Phone Sex Gets Real

torture phone sexTorture phone sex fantasies turn me on. Fantasy turns me on. Not really being tortured. I am too hot to carve up my sexy body. Ted thought differently. He is this guy I occasionally see that has dark fantasies too. He hears me on my calls fantasizing with callers about very depraved and twisted things.  He decided to make one of my wicked fantasies come true. But, I didn’t want that. Not in reality. He grabbed me by my blonde locks and dragged me to the basement. He strung me up so I was suspended by a rafter. He had a variety of torture devices I often talk about on taboo phone sex calls: a blow torch, a scalpel, hat pins, cattle prod and a variety of very sharp knives. “Let’s see how wet the real thing makes you whore, ” he seethed in my ear as he jabbed a hat pin in my nipple. I screamed in pain. I was not wet at the feel of blood trickling down my stomach. I pleaded with him to stop. I tried to explain that I was delivering a hot taboo fantasy to my callers but that fantasy and reality are often vastly different. He didn’t care. He took the cattle prod and strapped it to my pussy. In intervals he shocked my cunt making me piss and convulse. His dick was hard. I was in pain. He mutilated my other nipple with the razor sharp scalpel. I screamed in pain again. That was when he grabbed the big knife on table. He pressed it under my left breast and sliced underneath. He reached in and pulled out my saline bag. “Worthless tits for a worthless whore,” he laughed sadistically. He cut out my other fake boob too. Blood was pouring down my stomach. I was cold like I was in shock from the pain. He ripped off the cattle prod, replaced it with a knife. He stabbed my pussy until there was so much blood and sinew falling out of me, I passed out. I woke up in a pool of my own blood with him stroking his cock. I guess  this time a fantasy phone sex became reality.

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