It was pure torture sex. He gets off on causing me pain. I am not sure what exactly happened, but I woke up in the basement with my ankles and wrists bound. I felt like I had been drugged. I am sure I had. He loves to abuse me. My last clear memory was doing a line of coke before bed. When I woke up, I was a hot mess, naked and restrained in the basement. What jolted me awake? An electric shock shook me awake. It felt like an electrical current pulsated through my entire body. I was wide awake now. He was calling me names. He shocked my pussy. The voltage was so strong, I pissed myself. He then put the cattle prod in my cunt. He had this devious smile on his face as he cranked up the voltage. The hair on my pussy was smoking from the current. I pissed myself again, even shit the floor. He just stood there laughing at my pain. My stepson hates me. He takes cruel pleasure in my pain. I was crying, which I knew was only a turn on to him. I couldn’t help it. The pain was intense, even for a pain slut. My discomfort is foreplay for him. The cattle prod went up my ass the next time. Like one of those extreme ass rape porn stars, he fucked me with the prod turned up to its highest voltage. I convulsed like a rabid animal. I frothed at the mouth. My entire body shook to the point it felt like I was levitating. I lost all control of my bodily functions. I woke up hours later in a pool of piss, shit and vomit. I could smell the frayed pussy hair. I reeked of humiliation. I laid there in my own filth because it was better than going upstairs and risking his wrath again.
Torture sex is not just something inflicted by men. In fact, some of the most sadistic masters I have had in my life have been women. I owed this woman coke money. She wasn’t a dealer. She was a party girl like me. She is just one with money. She asked me when I was going to pay her back. She has a nasty streak, so I couldn’t bullshit her, or I might end up dead in an alley. I told her I was having a cash flow problem and asked if I could work it off. She is a dyke. I thought I could eat her pussy and ass for a couple hours and my debt would be settled. She had something else in mind. It wasn’t pretty either. She is sadistic. She hooked me up naked to some electric shock machine. My nipples and my clit were wired to receive a mega dose of electric shock. The voltage was so high that it burned my skin. I could smell my pussy hair burning. Burnt hair smells awful, even pussy hair. I was sweating from fear which made it worse for me. When she pulled out an industrial sized vibrator, I thought this was a pleasure and pain sort of thing. In a warped way it was. She put a clip on my clit. When I orgasmed, it would cause an electrical shock. As much as I wanted not to cum, she had this big vibrating wand up my cunt on full speed. It was a matter of biology. I tried to think of the most awful, painful things so that I wouldn’t cum, but it did no good. I started convulsing. I felt like I was having a seizure. I pissed myself from the shock. It was messy and painful. I endured electrical shocks to my pussy for hours before she declared us even. I will never get high with a sadistic dyke again.
Extreme bondage phone sex? That is when I get tied up in painful positions and tortured. Men like to do that to me. They like to do all sorts of things to me. I am a pain slut with a monkey on her back called cocaine. I find myself desperate for money often. There are several rag magazines locally that advertise for fetish models. I am the kind of woman that answers those ads. The gigs are always in the seedy part of town. The photographers and directors are always shady as fuck. But I am not a cute young coed who can get glamorous modeling jobs. I can’t make money off being a GFE either because I am not classy or smart. I do snuff porn and bondage modeling. Sometimes I do both simultaneously like last weekend. The ad was just for extreme bondage. The pay was $500 for an 8 hour day. Seemed like easy money to me. The photographer had some middle eastern clients that wanted to see women tied up and being fucked and abused. What I was not told was that this was not a simulated shoot, but a private shoot for hire. The guys bank rolling the shoot were there. They hate women like me. They hate American women period. They spoke no English that I could discern. I could understand cunt. I guess there is no translation for that word. They hog tied me into a beach ball. I looked like some freak show contortionist. They poked me with a high voltage taser until I pissed myself. They burned my hair. That’s an awful smell. They fisted my ass and cunt. They pissed on me and in me. Kicked me and slapped me. They burned me with their cigarettes. It was a torture film, not a bondage photo shoot. I endured that for 8 hours, never understanding a word they said other than cunt, which they said often. I earned my drug money, but if I keep answering ads like this one, I will be dead before I’m 40.
I was told I was making a gangbang rape porn. This was an order, not an offer. I owed him a lot of money for my drugs. I was out of extensions and he had some friends who wanted an old bitch for some anal fun. Apparently, on the Dark Net, hardcore MILF anal porn is popular. This was going to be a live stream. I was out of drugs. I was allowed a few sips of whiskey, but no coke. I was tossed to the wolves by my dealer. He traded me for cash and kept the money to satisfy my drug debt. These men were savages. They tied me up like a hog, so I couldn’t move. They kicked me and beat me before the ass rape porn began. There was no lube. They didn’t care about me. I was just a cum dumpster for them. They forced their cocks three at a time in my ass. It gaped me wide open. I felt my holes tearing. At least when I had my sons, I was medicated. This was raw anal fucking. My ass was bloody and swollen. They made sure to show me with a mirror. They thought it was funny. I was a ball of sweat, tears, cum, and blood. I was not prepared for rough anal sex today, so their cocks got covered in shit. They flung it on me like a monkey in a zoo does. It was degrading. When my drug dealer came by to collect his money, he pissed on me. He joked that it was the only bodily fluid not on my body. I was tied so tightly that I had rope burns on my body. I begged to be untied, so I could go home and shower, but they refused. They sold me again to another group of men. I may never shit right again.
Gangbang rape porn was not what I signed up for last night. I was invited by a fuck buddy to party at this guy’s place. Supposedly, he had a mansion with a pool and hot tub. My husband is out of town for business, my sons were with their grandma, so I was game to party. When I arrived, I immediately got chills. You know that feeling you get when danger is around you? That’s what I had. Despite the house being the nicest one I have ever seen or been in, I knew better than to party with these guys. I am not the brightest bulb. I saw the bowl of coke on the table and decided to stay. After a few lines, I would have no sixth sense anymore. My gut was right. I should have listened because those guys tore my ass up. I don’ t think an ass rape porn star would have enjoyed the anal torture I got last night. They waited like hungry vultures until I was high to charge me. They ripped my clothes off and made me stand naked in front of them while they talked about every imperfection on my body. It was humiliating, but it was nothing compared to having 4 big cocks in my ass at once. Who ever said the ass can handle anything never got sodomized by 4 big dicks at once. I could feel my asshole tearing open. It was just like going into labor again. When you are in delivery, your pussy rips. Just this time there was no doctor to stich up my asshole. They made me suck my blood and shit off their dicks. They laughed at my pain. I was set up. My fuck buddy owed these guys some money and I was a way to settle his debt. They force fucked me for hours and video taped it to sell. They said rape fantasy videos bring in a lot of money, especially when they look authentic. I guess I should have listened to my gut.
When it’s fantasy phone sex, anything goes. That is what I love about this job. I like to get fucked up on coke, which always takes me to extreme places. I have dark fantasies. Very dark fantasies. What about you? I tend to run my mouth when I am fucked up too. I told my stepson about a deep dark fantasy last week. I know better than to tell him anything. He hates me. He gets me high because he knows I run my mouth and I don’t fight him when he abuses me. The truth is that I like the abuse. I told him this sick fantasy I have about spiders. There is nothing that scares me more than spiders. We were talking about fears. I told the wrong person that I thought I might have a heart attack if spiders were crawling all over my body while fucking. I am a submissive MILF; the thought of a man exposing me to my worst fear turns me on but scares me too. Last night my sick fantasy became a reality. I didn’t have a heart attack, but I pissed myself and hyperventilated. My stepson dragged me out of bed and tossed me in the cellar. He was taunting me in the dark. His voice seethes with hate. He hooked me up to a fuck machine. What came next, I never could have imagined. He dumped a container of hairy, big spiders on me. I was restrained to the bed frame while getting fucked and these creepy spiders were all over my body. I was shaking. I have never been so scared. This was not fantasy, it was torture sex. I was shaking badly from fear. I couldn’t enjoy the fuck machine. My stepson laughed at me as he jacked off on my face. I knew I should have never told him my worst fear.
He wanted blasphemy sex. He wanted me to hail Satan and curse God as we fucked. I may not be the most religious woman around. I worship at the house of cocaine, but it made me queasy to say what he wanted. If I didn’t deliver him a blasphemous hot time, he would have killed me. He made that very clear. My life depended on me telling him how much I love Satan. He gave me a cross and told me to fuck my whore pussy with it. Again, the thought of doing that made me uncomfortable, but not as uncomfortable as being dead. That would be something I couldn’t bounce back from. I spread my whore legs and I fucked my cunt like Linda Blair did in The Exorcist. I was bleeding from my pussy. I licked off my own pussy blood as I renounced God and begged for Satan to put a love brat inside my belly. I talked about wanting to have Satan’s spawn. My captor was aroused. His cock was hard listening to my blasphemous mouth. I would be spared snuff sex if I kept it up. I thought of all the horror movies I have seen in my life. I thought of all the peril I have been in and no higher power came to my aid, like now. This guy snatched me off the street. He was high as fuck and wanted to party. I thought he had coke, so I went begrudgingly. He chained me up to a beam in an abandoned warehouse. He yelled and screamed at me for hours. Made me hail Satan and sing blasphemous songs. I never got any coke either. I got shot up with heroin. I woke up in my own puke this morning with a bloody cross in my ass and a pentagram carved into my forehead. Being a slave to coke is dangerous.
As a taboo phone sex slut, no is not in my vocabulary. I struggle to tell anyone no, even strangers; especially strangers I need a fix from. I was out of options for coke. I had no money, so I did what I always do for a fast buck. I put on a short skirt and fishnet hose, teased out my hair and marched my old ass down to the corner of Main St. That is my neighborhood’s red light district. Among a sea of teen runaways, this old whore stands out. My pussy and ass are used up, so I can’t get the same price as a young tight cunt, but broke ass horny men purchase my old holes all the time. I don’t get the nice men or the sugar daddy types. I get the sadistic women haters; the fetish freaks and guys fucked up on drugs. Beggars can’t be choosers. This car full of young men offered me $100 for an hour. That would buy me coke, so I took it. We went into this old burned up warehouse nearby. I knew I was in trouble, but I was desperate to get high. The moment we were out of sight from the other whores, they started pulling my clothes off. They slapped me, even kicked and punched me. I was thinking they were not going to fuck me because they seemed to be enjoying abusing me. One of the guys said that I looked like I had a diseased cunt. Their solution was to fist me instead and fuck me with their beer bottles. I would have preferred being an ass rape porn star with cock over fists and bottles any day. Luckily, I can handle rough anal treatment, but my asshole still prolapsed. I still bled. I still fought back the tears. Once they had their fill of thrills, they spit on me and came on my face. One dude tossed me a $100 and told me to enjoy my dirty fix. A girl has to do what a girl has to do to get high.
I love taboo phone sex. I am the woman who does things other woman have too much respect to do. I was playing a game of truth or dare with my step son and some of his friends last night. I lost a bet, so I had to play. I knew it would turn ugly. It always does with him. He has nothing but hate for his submissive whore mommy. His friends do too. The game started out with humiliating dares like drink piss and lick dirty asses. Then it graduated to pain slut dares like a safety pin to my clit and a cigarette burn to my nipple. I was getting high with them, which makes me fearless and them crueler. By the last round, I was hanging from the rafter of the basement getting fucked with various items they could find around the house. They found things in every part of the house. From the bathroom came my curling iron. From the kitchen came my rolling pin. From my boys’ room came their little league bats. From my bedroom came the wine bottle. None of those things held a candle to my step son’s tool box. He fucked me with a hammer first. When that didn’t cause the pain he wanted, he broke out his cattle prod. He shoved it up my cunt, turned on the voltage and watched me convulse until I pissed and shit myself. The pain was excruciating to me. It hurt too much to cum. I am a pain slut, but that pain was too much. My step son and his friends got off on my pain. They jacked off on my convulsing body as I twitched and pissed myself. This was the torture sex version of truth or dare. I can barely walk today. They said they were coming back for more games tonight.
When guys know you are a taboo phone sex slut, they like to push the boundaries; take you out of your comfort zone. I met Todd on Tinder. He was looking for a party slut who liked to get kinky. I was looking for free coke. We were in his living room doing lines of snow and sharing kinky fetishes and experiences. He wanted to show me his dungeon. He had a BDSM dungeon in his basement. It was perfect for keeping a prisoner because the walls were padded and sound proof. There were no windows. Once I was down there, I got nervous. I thought I may never be seen again if I went into the basement with him. He had quite a few devices for male torture too. I joked that I could be be the executioner when I saw his full body leather suit. It looked bad ass. He put it on and he looked like a medieval executioner. I thought he might have snuff sex ideas, but he didn’t. He wanted to torture my pussy and ass, but he didn’t want to kill me. He laid down on a bench. His face mask had a dildo with spikes attached as a mouth piece. He had me squat over his face. He held me up by my ass as he lowered me down on his mouth dildo. It was a strange mixture of pleasure and pain. I was riding his face but getting fucked hard. I was squirting everywhere, but bleeding too. The dildo was tearing my cervical canal. What is wrong with me? He was likely ruining my pussy, or at the very least ensuring I couldn’t fuck for a while. I am a true pain slut, but he took my pain to a new level. I can’t wait to hook up with him again.
