I do bondage phone sex daily. You would think I would be extremely good at bondage. I am a good submissive, but the other night, the bondage was torture. I pissed off a drug dealer. I was supposed to sell a few bricks of heroin for him. In exchange for some coke, I was given instructions to sell all the heroin first. I was strung out, desperate. I needed the coke then, so I traded the bricks for coke. He never should have trusted an addict with that much product. It was like an episode of Law and Order. He had one of his thugs kidnap me and toss me in his dungeon. I tried to act like I had been mugged, but he knew I was high. He talked to a few guys on the street and knew what I did. Torture sex was in order as my punishment. He suspended me from the ceiling with my legs stretched out like I was doing the splits in the air. The position alone was torture. Beneath me was a rod with a ball on top. No ordinary ball, but a vibrating egg. Attached to the egg were razor blades. He pulled my ropes that kept me suspended hovering over the torture device so my pussy plunged on it. I felt the skin from inside of my pussy slicing. Blood tricked to the ground. I knew when he turned on his torture sex toy, my pussy would look like raw meat. I begged and pleaded for mercy. I even tried to barter for my life by saying I would be his sex slave for eternity. I tried to convince him to pimp me out to recuperate the money I stole from him. He just smiled as he turned on the vibrating egg of razor blades and said, “No one wants to fuck an old whore pussy.” I passed out from the pain; woke up with a pool of blood beneath me and a ruined pussy.
He wanted blasphemy sex. He was in a foul mood. I owed him money for coke, which I didn’t have so I had to pay him with sex. Violent sex in a church. He took me to this old Roman Catholic church on the outskirts of town. It’s in an old neighborhood that’s gone downhill. The church is on the historic registry. It is very ornate with beautiful stain glass windows. We broke in through the basement window. I cut myself going through the broken glass. He loved that I left a blood trail to the altar. He strapped me to a huge cross. It was big and ornate, and I still looked small tied to it. He made me say blasphemous things and praise Satan as he fucked me. He said I was going to hell for being an incestuous coke whore anyway. I curse God and disavowed the church as his cock hammered away at my cunt. When he came, he pulled out of my worn pussy and shot his load into a very old and fancy cup. It looked like it was made of gold. He called it a traditional chalice. I knew it was sacrilegious, but I was powerless over him. He threatened to leave me as a human sacrifice if I didn’t fulfill his blasphemous fantasy. He grabbed an equally ornate cross from the pulpit and fucked my ass. He made me piss and shit on bibles and other religious symbols while he came on them. The blood from the cut on my leg, he used to write blasphemous things on the wall of this historic church. I knew if I wasn’t going to hell before, I was now. I don’t think a few Hail Marys will absolve me from desecrating a Catholic church. Do you enjoy blasphemy phone sex? What would you make me do inside a sacred church?
I went to the dirty bookstore looking for ass rape porn movies. I was not planning on making one. I was ordered by him to go to the dirtiest bookstore in town. The one where all the truckers hang out for some glory hole action. He knew what was waiting for me there because he planned it. He wanted me to be used by truckers. He takes pleasure in my pain and humiliation. When I walked into the store, I heard a man say, “There is the ginger whore.” I felt a pit in my stomach because I knew I walked into a trap. I walked slowly toward the anal sex videos. That is when a bunch of truckers grabbed me and pinned me to the table. They ripped my clothes off with a fervor. My hands were tied behind my back and my ankles bound. They looked a like a pack of hungry vultures waiting for their dinner to die. Rough, strong hands pulled my hair and yanked on my limbs until I was spread eagle. Fists went into my cunt and ass. One of those industrial sized massagers was on my clit sending me into such powerful orgasms that I was in pain. I knew better than to fight. He has no problem disposing of rebellious whores. I tried to picture a beach or some happy place while they ravaged my fuck holes like starving beasts. It was torture sex, but I never get pleasure sex. These truckers were some cruel fucks too. They not only used their fists and cocks on my ass, but they opened every huge sex toy in the place and tried it out on my ass like I was some sort of blow up doll. A blow up doll wouldn’t bleed or shit all over the place from the abuse, however. I barely crawled out of the store before I got to my car and passed out.
What are you doing for New Year’s Eve? I am making an ass rape porn movie. It is a New Year’s tradition in my family. My stepson, who hates me, has a party every year to ring in the New Year. I am always the hostess with the mostest. His friends and him got so fucked up last year that they showed me no mercy. I needed medical treatment the next day for a prolapsed ass. I have no doubt that this year will be no different. Do you want to know what they did to me while ringing in 2017? I wish it was just a simple gangbang rape porn. I can handle more cock in my fuck holes than you could guess. But I got far more up my ass than cock. They sodomized me with champagne bottles. They didn’t fuck me with the long neck part of the bottle either. They used the fat end. Their idea of lube too was the Jalapeno spinach dip. One of my stepson’s friends lubed up the wide part of the bottle with hot pepper dip. Several of them crammed the bottle up my ass. I was tied up with a ball gag, so I wouldn’t scream too loudly nor attempt to get away. My ass was ruined. I was gapped open; bleeding and I even shit everywhere. The Jalapeno dip burned my ass. I was crying, begging for some compassion, but I got nada. All I got was spit, shit, piss, blood and cum. And, a whole lot of pain and laughter at my discomfort. I am not looking forward to this New Year’s Eve. In preparation, however, I am going to do a fuck ton of blow and give myself an enema. I have no doubt they will be more sadistic this year.
Ass rape porn is all I am getting for Christmas. A piece of shit doesn’t deserve anything else. That is what this dealer told me. I was strung out yesterday and went to this creep for a fix. He is known for his sadistic ways. He has a brutal streak, but I was desperate. I had no money and my regular dealer cut me off. In fact, no respectable dealer will float me coke anymore. I knew I was in for more than I could handle with this guy, but beggars can’t be choosers. When I showed up at his doorstep, he slapped me hard across the face. That was nothing to what came next: pure anal torture sex. He tied me in an extremely uncomfortable position, but it exposed my ass and pussy for him to use easily. He fisted my ass raw. He didn’t even let me have a hit first. He rammed his fist inside with the knuckles exposed to create more pain. He also fisted my cunt, so I had two gaping holes. He spat in my stretched fuck holes, even pissed down them too. He was laughing about how used up my whore holes felt to him. I could feel that my ass prolapsed. I could feel blood trickling down my thighs. I just kept thinking of getting high. He invited some friends to fist me too. I lost count of how many fists were up my ass last night, but after hours, they grew bored of me. He tossed me a small bag of coke and warned me not to bring my used up holes to his place again. I am running out of options to score dope. Will you give me a fix if I promise to be a good whore for you? Nothing is off limits for a druggy whore like me.
It was pure torture sex. He was pissed at me. I had clear directions to score him some heroin. He has a record. If he was caught buying drugs, he would go back to prison for longer than the first time. I’m expendable. If I got caught, I’d get a light sentence and I’d be replaced with another stupid whore. When I came back with only coke, he punched me in the face and tossed me down the stairs into the basement. The floor was damp and slimy. I couldn’t see anything, but I could feel something slithering by me. OMG. Snakes. The floor was filled with snakes. I am terrified of snakes, he knows that. I lost track of how long I was down there before the lights came on. When I saw the floor, I puked. Likely, 100 snakes slithered the cold concrete slab with me. As he walked down the stairs, the snakes recoiled from him, from me. He was a snake charmer. He spit in my face and dragged me by my feet into another room. I was terrified because I knew what ever was in room #2 would be worse. It was. Spiders. They crawled all over my body. It was my own chamber of horrors. I was screaming and begging for mercy. He just laughed, watched and jacked off. In his sadistic voice, he said, “Next time bring me back what I ask for bitch.”
I have an extreme bondage phone sex story for you. I hooked up with some guys last night for some BDSM games. I love being tied up, even suspended. This club is a no fucking club. Sex is not allowed, just BDSM. All legitimate clubs are like that. I don’t mind. I can get fucked any time, but it is rare to encounter a man, let alone a few men, who know how to suspend a girl spread eagle. I was high as fuck, so were they. We were also doing shots of Tequila and bourbon. I don’t usually mix my booze, but bondage can hurt. The rope was coarse and tight. Once they had me suspended, one of the guys forced his cock into my ass like we were making an ass rape porn. He said, “Fuck the rules, I want that MILF ass.” Normally, I don’t mind a good ass fucking, but he used no lube and I had no idea who he was. He could have had any disease imaginable. Since the club doesn’t allow the exchange of bodily fluids, no one is tested. Those guys didn’t care about the rules or my ass. In fact, they were hellbent on ruining my ass. Not only did they each take a turn fucking my ass raw, they sodomized me with their fists too. They laughed when they made my ass bleed. When I started to scream bloody murder, one dude punched me in the face so hard, I passed out. When I woke up, my ass had two fists inside of it. The room was covered with mirrors, so I could see the gaping bloody hole. My ass prolapsed, and they took turns sucking on it like it was a pacifier. I begged to be set free. I was in pain. The rope was cutting into my flesh and my asshole was inside out. They just fucked me for a few hours longer and left me hanging, literally, until the staff found me after closing.
Torture sex Thanksgiving? Does that sound like fun to you? It did to my step son. Late last night, him and a bunch of his friends dragged me out of bed. I was sound asleep when I heard them bust into my room. I had the door locked because I was afraid of something like that. They were fucked up, so a door was not stopping them. I was pulled from the bed by my hair, stripped naked and tied up. They tied me spread eagle to furniture, so I wouldn’t move. I begged for some coke, but al I got was cock. That fucked my ass and my pussy, even my mouth like a pack of wild animals. One of the boys found my vibrator and thought it would be fun to duct tape it to my pussy on high speed. I was convulsing from orgasm after orgasm. Before long, my clit was in pain from over stimulation. It killed me. They just laughed as I begged for them to stop. They made fun of my ginger snatch and pale skin. They smacked me, kicked me, bit me, burned me and pissed on me. When they were done with me, they said Happy Thanksgiving whore and left me tied up on the floor until my husband found me nearly passed out. All he said was, “boys will be boys.”
My stepson had a few friends over last night. I thought he was having a party for a few of his friends. Turns out it wasn’t a party but a gangbang rape porn for me. His friends just came over to sodomize and tie up his step mommy dearest. He hates me. He is the reason I am a submissive whore. He has been force fucking and humiliating me since he was a school boy. I married his daddy when he was young; he has tormented daily since. I was so happy the day he went to college, but he still comes home a couple times a week to abuse me. Last night I was happy to hear he was having friends over, but was not happy when they stripped me and tied me up. My body was contorted in an awkward position. Pain was the goal. They circled me like vultures. Free pussy and ass to them. They spit and pissed on me, while my step son filmed it. My ass was exposed. They spanked it and fisted it before making me their private ass rape porn MILF. I wasn’t high. My step son took my coke. He wanted me to feel the pain and to remember the humiliation. The boys showed no mercy on my old ass. No lube or condoms. Just straight dry fucking. They laughed when my ass bled. They skull fucked me too. Of course, they laughed too when I puked on their dicks. They fucked my throat so hard my gag reflex triggered. Cum puke was pouring out my nose in chunks too. It was disgusting to me, but I was tied up and being used. What I thought didn’t matter. After a few hours of hardcore fucking, they passed out, but I was left tied up covered in puke, cum and piss.
I do bondage phone sex calls daily. I have done bondage fetish modeling for drug money. It was not a far stretch for me to make a bondage film. The pay was good, so I responded to the ad. I Googled the production outfit. They have been in the fetish film making industry a few decades now, so I had no reason for concern. When I arrived at the house being used for the set, no red flags went up. It looked like a professional porn fetish film set. All the lighting equipment was there. There were assistants and a catering spread. If I was being duped, they went to a lot of trouble and expense to make it look real. There was even a script. I didn’t care that it was hardcore bondage; I needed money. After about an hour of filming, my character was strung up into the trees. Suspension bondage isn’t common, but I was fine with it. I was up in the air for over an hour when I realized all the crew was gone. Only the director remained. I either fell asleep or had been drugged. I told him I needed down because I had to pee. That’s when the torture sex began. He lit a flame torch and started burning my feet. The pain was beyond anything I had ever experienced before. I started screaming for help. My flesh was burning as I was screaming. No one was coming to my rescue. The director was filming me while stroking his cock. Underneath me was a bale of hay that he lit on fire. As the flames grew taller, the heat blistered my skin. Was he making a snuff film or was I dinner? When he added another bale of hay, so the flames would grow even taller, I knew this was the end. Dinner or snuff, either way, I was being burned alive, like a witch on a stake. I passed out as the flames charred my legs…
