Snuff sex by suffocation was his plan. I was his bondage whore and his coke buddy. I was completely bound tight. I was wrapped up like a Christmas present. I couldn’t move. When he sat on my face, I thought it was just to lick his ass, but he shoved his dick so far down my throat I started to choke. I was unable to breathe because his asshole was over my nose and his cock was making sure I couldn’t breathe out my mouth. I started flailing about. My arms were restrained behind my back, so all I could do was shrug and rock a bit. He was not a little man. I thought he was joking when he said he was going to smother me to death. He is a drug buddy. We get high and we fuck. He never has been violent towards me. He is one of the few mean who has not abused me. I still thought it was some sort of joke until I passed out. I thought that was the end, but his urine stream in my face woke me up. He was laughing at me. According to him, we were just getting started. He invited other guys to join our kinky snuff porn. Every guy sat on my face, choking me with his cock until I passed out. They woke me up by pissing in my face. I have rope burns on my wrists and ankles. Veins are visible on my face and in my eyes. I look like I survived something, but I can’t tell anyone that I look like shit because guys smothered me with their nut sacks all night and pissed on me to revive me. That doesn’t sound like something a soccer mom would let happen to her. But then, I am no ordinary soccer mom.
It was a casting call for a gangbang rape porn. I needed coke. I have done worse for less. I figured this would be a cake walk. When I arrived at the warehouse where the movie was being shot, I was ordered to my dressing room to get naked. I was accosted there by a woman with a needle. I told her I don’t do smack. I am strictly a coke and weed girl. “Today you do what we want bitch,” she seethed as the needle pierced my vein. I immediately felt euphoric. Suddenly, I understood why so many folks get hooked on this shit. It is a powerful drug that took me to never never land. When I started to come out of my drug induced haze, I realized I had rope burns on my body from being bound too tight. That was the least of my problems. There was a baseball bat protruding from my ass. I guess I made an ass rape porn too while I was out. Only the handle of the bat was sticking out, which meant I had about a foot of wood up my shit box. No wonder they made me do smack. I started to fight and cry because the pain was hitting me. I felt another needle pierce my flesh. I lost big chunks of time over the course of the day. I apparently lost a pint of blood and some flesh too because when I woke up there was a pool of my blood under my ass. The director paid me my $500 and told me to sit on a raw steak to help heal my prolapsed ass. He wants to use me again because I can take the best anal torture sex he has ever seen. It must have been the heroin. I want some more.
I need domination phone sex. I can be such a bad bitch sometimes. Many men think they have broken me, but I easily unbreak myself. I do and say anything when I am high. If I need a fix, I will let an army of men fist my whore holes. I will call anyone master. I will be anyone’s slave, all just for a line of white powder. Once I am sober, however, I am like screw that, no asshole is putting a collar on me and parading me around like a puppy dog. Granted, I am high most of the time. I am a nasty freak with dark fetishes that come out full force when doing coke. It is not that I don’t want to be a submissive sex slave, it is just that I need to be high 24/7 for that to happen. I have a huge monkey on my back called cocaine, but I need drugs, any drugs, to be a willing slave. Now, some men take that as a challenge to break me when I am sober. So far, no man has ever wanted me when I was straight. I am no fun unless I am altered. Guys I party with think I am a pathetic submissive slut because they only ever see me high. No one wants the sober me, but that is the challenge. It is nothing to break a coke head. We will say and do anything for a fix. The real challenge is breaking a sober bitch. I think if someone can do that, then I will stay broken. Think you have what it takes to make me a submissive slave without drugs? I am a ginger girl. You know what that means, right? I am hellfire on wheels. I dare you to break me sober.
Snuff phone sex fantasies make me wet. I am a twisted woman. The higher I get, the more fucked up and twisted my thoughts become too. I was doing meth with this dealer the other night. Normally, I am a coke head, but beggars can’t be choosers. He was a dealer, but not a coke dealer. I didn’t have money to pay, just my worn out fuck holes. None of my regular dealers will give me coke anymore, so I tried meth. I got high quicker than ever before. I got fucked up in the head quicker than before too. I started talking about snuff sex and my twisted death fantasies. I was so fucked up, that I didn’t even realize he had restrained me and put a choke collar around my neck. I was blabbering about a torture and rape fantasy and he was preparing me for it. I am unsure when I realized that we were acting out my fantasy. It could have been when he fisted my ass. Or, it might have been when he strung me up to a beam and used me as a punching bag. When the baseball bat cracked over my head and the blood trickled down over my face, I knew for sure we were no longer just talking. I should have been in pain, but I was laughing and begging for more. I guess that was the Meth talking. I woke up the next day looking like death warmed over. I was sore as fuck. I looked like hell, but guess what? My pussy was super wet. I told you I was a nasty fucking freak. I think I like meth more than coke. I didn’t think it was possible for me to go any darker, but one night of Meth proved me wrong.
Bondage phone sex sounds tame at first. It is often Fifty Shades of Gray; however, when you are a dirty whore like me, it is never tame. I woke up in a basement yesterday morning. I was naked and tied up. That is not the name of a reality show. It is my life. I hang with an unsavory crowd. I am related to an unsavory crowd too. My step son hates me. Always has and likely will never grow to like me. He can be a sadistic son of a bitch when he wants to be. He had some gambling debts he couldn’t resolve, so he sold me to some mob wannabe loan sharks to settle a debt. These boys were Guido types with no regard for human life. My step son told them to make a snuff porn with me and use the profits to settle his debt. I am not sure how I got from my place to this basement, but I am sure I was drugged somehow. I pleaded for them to let me go. I tried to appeal to their love for their mother but that didn’t work. If anything, it made them want to hurt me more. They whipped me. They used electric shock on me until I was drenched in sweat and piss. They punched me. They force fucked my ass. I asked if they were going to kill me. I honestly thought they had every intention of snuffing me out. One of them told me they planned to rent my body out for abuse, so they could maximize the profit off my body. “Men pay good money to do anything to an old whore and get away with it. You’ll be dead soon enough Blair,” he laughed. I think I prefer a swift death over torture sex any day.
I get a lot of torture phone sex calls. Guys want to hurt me not love me. I came to terms with that eons ago. There is something about me that annoys men. Maybe it is because I am a whore. Perhaps it is because I am a redhead. It could even be because I am coke addicted mother. Men and women hate me equally. The most sadistic people I have encountered have been women. Friday night, I hooked up with a couple. It was a Tinder type of arrangement. They were a party couple looking for a woman to join them for a three way. I thought I could do some lines of coke, suck cock, eat pussy and go home. They had other plans. In fact, when I arrived, the man looked familiar. When you have done as much coke as I have and fucked as many men, they all blend in after a while. Turns out I fucked this dude 12 years ago for $40 so I could get a dime bag. I gave him an STD which he gave to his wife. She has been hunting for me ever since for revenge. She beat the fuck out of me before stringing me up in their basement. I endured hours of electric shock. That was mild compared to the needles she pierced through my clit and nipples. I was pissing myself. She just laughed at me, ridiculed me and tortured me. Her husband was submissive. He was watching like he was sorry. Her rage was high for me. I guess I deserved it for being a dirty whore. I didn’t think she was going to let me go, but she was a sadistic bitch, not a killer. She hated me, but she knew I wouldn’t turn her in for torture sex. I kind of got off on it. Damn, I am a sick bitch.
Taboo phone sex is what I do best. I get too fucked up to do vanilla calls. I have had too many submissive experiences to do vanilla type calls either. I had a long caller last night. We were getting high together. When I do lines of coke, I can’t fake shit. Coke brings out my freaky side. Since I am always high, I am always a freak. I have this horse thing with a dildo attached to it. I use it to give sex shows to dealers and my sons. My caller was asking about the type of things I have in the house to fuck myself with and I told him. I wasn’t smart enough to realize it was a trap. Once he heard me describe all the objects I have used on myself, he wanted to channel my inner ass rape porn star. I was high; faking it was not an option. I ended up bouncing on my dildo saddle contraption while fisting my own cunt. Thank god for speaker phone. He was describing all the violent things he wanted to do to me while I impaled my ass on a 13 inch dildo with my fist in my cunt. Not sure how I managed that level of multi asking fucked up, but I did. I gaped my own holes. Normally, others destroy my holes, but I told you I am a nasty fuck slut when I am high.
Bondage phone sex gets extreme with a submissive druggy whore like me. I got a bit tied up last night. I am not exactly sure how it happened either. I was in a bar drinking with strangers. I know I was hitting guys up to party. I am a cougar whore. I love to party and fuck. I like coke too much and it gets me in some predicaments like last night. The last thing I clearly remember was doing lines of coke in the bathroom with this college dude. I had been playing pool, drinking, flirting and partying with some frat boys. When I woke up, I was tied up and suspended with some dude I had no memory of meeting. He was not one of the frat boys. I don’t think he was even at the bar. He had a pulsating vibrator attached to my clit that was giving me orgasm after orgasm. I know that doesn’t sound bad, but rapid cums in close succession like that over stimulates your pussy and hurts. I asked him who he was and how I got there. Apparently, the frat boys I was partying with sold me for $500 to this guy. WTF? They can’t sell a person. I demanded to be let go. He was not having any of my sass. He took a blow torch to my cunt and asshole. Torture sex is why he bought me. The pain made me pass out. He liked me awake, however. I could feel my flesh melting. I could smell my flesh burning. I puked. The way I was suspended, I only managed to puke all over myself. The torture went on for hours like some strange Pavlov’s dog experiment. It was like he was trying to get me to associate cumming with pain. I am a pain slut but burning the flesh from my skin was more than I could bear. Eventually, I passed out and couldn’t be revived. He dumped my body in an alley. I woke up when a bum was pissing on me.
I am an ass rape porn star. Not mainstream porn, however. My stuff is all on the dark net. It is for men who like seeing anal torture. For men who get off on prolapsed and bleeding assholes. Does that sound like you? I have a huge monkey on my back called cocaine. My need for blow leads to poor decision making. My husband cut off my allowance years ago. Most dealers won’t float me any more blow. I must make underground movies for sick directors to make money, so I can get high. Not all the directors are men. The last anal torture sex film I made was directed by a bull dyke. She hates women like me because we remind her of her whore mother. Apparently, mommy dearest pimped her daughter out for coke. If I had a baby girl, I would have done the same thing. This woman likes to pay old mommy whores like me for pain and torture films. At first, it didn’t seem that bad. At least not compared to what I have done in the past. I can handle a fuck machine ramming warp speed in and out of my ass. I didn’t want to act like it didn’t hurt, so I moaned and moved around like a wounded bird. When she stopped the machine to lube it up, I was no longer acting. She doused the dildo part in icy hot. My ass was on fire. If that was all she did, I would have been fine, but she added crushed glass to the icy hot. My anus was shredding and burning. The more my skin tore, the more it burned. She laughed the entire time. I cried. By the time she was done, my asshole looked like raw meat. I cried so hard. I still can’t piss, fuck or shit without grimacing in pain. At least I got a fix.
Taboo phone sex fantasies consume me. I don’t know what is wrong with me, but I have so many wicked dreams. I dream about guys doing horrible things to me, even killing me. I had one last night that seemed so real. I passed out after partying. I woke up suddenly when a group of strangers yanked me from bed. It was like having a heart attack being woke up that way. They dragged me to the basement where they tied me up and force fucked me for hours. They did more than fuck me, however. One of them wrote cunt on my forehead with my red lipstick. They joked about hearing rumors of the trashy milf who likes to party and fuck college boys who lives here. These guys were younger than me, but they didn’t look like the college type. They looked more like the gangbang rape porn makers type. They burned me with cigarettes. They pissed in my eyes. The fisted my cunt and ass. They used my body as punching bag and a cum receptacle. They cut my hair. They fucked me until my holes bled. It was such an intense dream, that when I woke up I could still smell the piss and cum. I felt sore. I did a line to wake myself up because I felt like I was trapped in my nightmare. I went to the bathroom and saw my face and body. My forehead had whore written on it in red lipstick. My body had purple marks everywhere. When I went to pee, I pissed blood. I touched my asshole and it was on the outside. What the fuck happened to me. Clearly, what I dreamt was reality. Just couldn’t remember how I got to my bed. Guess poor memory is one of the pitfalls of being a party whore.
