Bondage Phone Sex Transported Me Back to Medieval Torture Times

bondage phone sexIn theory, one would thing bondage phone sex might not be so bad. However, when you are a druggy whore desperate for a fix, things often turn violent. When I applied for the underground bondage shoot, I only thought about the money. Nothing else entered my mind. And that turned out to be another “me bad.” moment. When I am jonesing for a fix, and desperate for money, I never weigh the consequences in my head.

You would think by now, I would learn. But no. Druggy whores make notoriously bad decisions. This photographer tied me up with my legs and arms stretched so far out that I felt like I was on one of those medieval torture sex racks. It felt like if he tied me any tighter, my limbs would rip off my body. And as much as that hurt, it did not compare to the whipping he gave me. More like a violent lashing.

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For a moment, I felt transported back to the 1800s. I felt like a slave who had tried to run away or did not pick enough cotton. Every lash he gave me, my skin ripped open. I could feel the blood running down my bag and my legs. And at one point, I almost bit my tongue off from the jolt of pain. This was no bondage shoot. The photographer tortured me. Tore opened my flesh. And he would not let me get high first to dull the pain. But even pain sluts have their limits.

For hours he whipped the flesh off my body. At least that was how it felt. I cried. And I screamed. Even prayed to a god I do not believe in to relieve my suffering. Honestly, I thought this might turn into a snuff porn. Eventually, he let me go. But I could barely crawl out of his dungeon. And as I did, I left a trail of blood behind me.

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