I hate doctors. But it was time for my yearly chick exam. I have a cute gynocologist so I do not mind actually. But when I arrived, I was informed my normal doctor was unavailable and his partner would be seeing me. I hesitated at first then I was like what the fuck, sure. I waited patiently on his table in that ugly ass gown. When he came in, I was shocked that he appeared so young. I laid on his exam table for the breast exam. When my eyes were closed and I was attempting to relax, I felt him put nipple clamps on me. I tried to say what the fuck, but he slapped me hard, and shoved his cock in my mouth. He said he needed to test my gag reflexes and my ability to swallow. I was gagging on his cock. He must have heard I was a subby whore. He pulled my read hair and slammed his throbbing thick dick down my throat for what seemed like an eternity. Then he shot a massive load down my throat. My makeup was smeared across my face, but guess my gag reflexes were good as I did not vomit on his cock.
I started to get dressed and he ordered me back on the table. “We haven’t checked your whore cunt and ass for dirty diseases yet,” he yelled. He strapped me to the exam table and made me put my feet in the stirrups. He shoved the speculum up my cunt with mo lubrication and cranked it open really far. Felt like my pussy was being torn apart. He put both fists into my gaping cunt and started fucking me with such force he was touching my cervix and making me scream in pain. He was a cruel doctor. Dr. Demento for sure. The worse was feeling him scrape his fingers along my cervical wall. He said that’s how a whore gets a pap smear. The pain was excruciating. I begged for the exam to be over, but it was just beginning.
After he was done torturing my cunt, he flipped me over and rammed the speculum up my ass. He hogtied me first so I could not move. He cranked it open even farther than he did my cunt. He yelled whore into my spread ass hole and joked he got an echo. While my ass was spread wide he inserted his foot, his arm, his cock; he even gave me an enema saying I had a dirty ass just like a whore and it needed cleaned. But before that he made sure he dumped a load of cum up my ass, and spit into it. He even flicked the ashes of his stogie into my ass. He said, “You already have a filthy whore’s ass, what’s a little more dirt?” After I shit all over the place, he pulled out the speculum, hosed me off, put on a rubber glove and fingered my ass, all at the same time he made me suck the shit off the speculum that had been in my dirty ass. My gag reflexes were not working so good this time and I puked. This angered him and rubbed my face in it like a puppy who had peed on the carpet.
He violated my mouth, my cunt and my ass. He humiliated me. He tortured my wholes. Then he simply said, “She you next year whore” and sent me home with a good clean bill of health. Want to play doctor?
I have a master into BDSM. In fact he has a dungeon just for our master and servant games. Before the games were to begin, however, I had to purchase our equipment. He gave me a very specific list of BDSM gear to purchase for this session. The list included: a bondage harness, breast binder, a hobble skirt, a spreader bar, a ring gag, suspension cuffs, a spreader, a pony harness, and a bondage belt. Master had all the rest in his BDSM dungeon.
I am a good servant. I laid the gear at Master’s feet and asked what was in store for us. He slapped me for asking. A good servant should never ask what sort of BDSM games are to be played. Master was in the mood for heavy games. That is never good for me. One of his favorite things to do is suspend me upside down. He suspends me, puts a ring gag in my mouth and canes my ass for hours. By the time he is done, my ass is raw and bruised. But one BDSM game is never enough for Master. We next move on to suspension bondage where he binds my arms and legs with rope and a hobble skirt so I cannot move and replaces the ring gag with a ball gag. But not before he uses a breast binder on my tits. I am hanging in the air just feet off the ground tied like an animal with my ass and pussy exposed for Master’s pleasure. My ass still in pain from the canning, he takes a fucking machine and fucks my holes to the point of over stimulation. I am convulsing, in discomfort. Master enjoys our BDSM games, but we have no safe word. I have no control over what he does to me; no say in our games. I never know how far he will go.
He did not stop with the fucking machine. He continued with his cock. Violating my ass and my cunt. Filling me up with his cum. I was waiting for him to release me, but he did not. He left me suspended, tied up with a ball gag in m mouth over night. I was forced to urinate on the floor and myself. I was starving and cold. But Master did not care. I am his property. When he released me, he dragged me by the hair to his St. Andrew’s cross and pinned me by my wrists and ankles spread eagle so he could whip me. Which he did for hours. I so wanted a safe word. I had been in his dungeon for almost 24 hours with no food or water, not even a potty break. I had to piss on the floor like an animal. Suddenly, Master was done with me. He released me. My body covered in bruises and restraint marks, not to mention blood and piss. I had to walk home, more like hobble home as Master would not give me a ride. But, I am a slave, and in BDSM games, you never know what to expect with a capricious Master.
What are your favorite BDSM games? What BDSM gear would you use on me?
My son loves rough anal with me. Using my ass for his deviant desires gives him so much pleasure. He even enjoys pimping my ass out. He forces me to insert all sorts of things in my ass to prime myself for anal torture. Big dildos, butt plugs, wine bottles, beer cans, squash, guns, the heels of shoes, fists, aerosol cans, remotes, flashlights, curling iron, multiple cocks, speculums….. He doesn’t care if my sphincter is torn. In fact he prefers that my ass tear and bleed. He equates it with brushing my teeth. He claims our mouths bleed and get tiny tears every time we brush so I shouldn’t bitch.
Today he rented my ass out to his friend. First, I had to give a show on top of the bar. My job was to fuck anything and everything I could find until my ass was gaping open. I started with a really huge suction cup dildo and worked my way up to a bottle of Maker’s Mark. It has a big square end and that is what went in first. I was screaming in pain, bleeding too. I am not allowed to use any lubrication. It has to hurt because my pain is a man’s pleasure.
My son’s friend was so turned on he did bourbon shots from my ass. He didn’t care that I was bleeding and in pain. I had to keep that bottle inside my ass until my son and him drank all the bourbon. Then they yanked it out and made me lick my ass off that bottle. I had to clean it good. So humiliating. But I am a worthless wore. My asshole was inside out, gaping and my son’s friend rammed his cock deep inside me. Said he was being a good Samaritan and putting my ass back together for me. He fucked my tattered sphincter back together. After he came inside me, he poured a bottle of booze in my gaping hole. He said it was a makeshift enema to clean up my dirty ass. It burned like hell and got me oddly drunk. Really drunk. So drunk I puked and passed out. I guess the tears in my ass let the alcohol get absorbed in my skin.
I woke up on the bar, empty bottles covered in blood everywhere. Good thing I passed out. My ass will never be the same.
I was a very bad mommy. My son told me not to party without him or there would be repercussions. I am weak when it comes to nose candy and cock. I picked up a few frat boys and brought them home to fuck. I figured out of 20 ounces of coke, my son wouldn’t know if a few ounces were missing. I was wrong. He came home livid. Apparently he has nanny cams all through the house to watch me since I can’t be trusted. He saw me getting gang banged and doing his coke.
He came in angry as fuck and grabbed me by the hair and dragged me into the basement. He slapped me, called me a worthless whore, then suspended me from one of the beams. He disappeared. I was in the dark, scared and unable to touch the ground. Felt like eternity before he returned. When he did, he did not speak a word. But I could hear strange noises, almost a hissing sound. My son was fooling around with something. I kept apologizing for being a worthless party whore, but he still said nothing. I felt something slimy graze my feet from the ground. Then suddenly my son turned on the light and I peed myself. Snakes everywhere underneath me. Hissing at me, intertwined with each other. I am not sure there is anything I am more afraid of than snakes. They paralyze me with fear. Anyone who knows me well knows this. I was screaming, pleading with my son for forgiveness. All he said was, “have fun in the garden of evil you love so much mom.” Then he turned off the light and left.
Not sure I have ever been so scared. This wasn’t one snake, but a ton of them, all swarming at my feet. I was struggling to keep my feet up. Almost hysterical, I tried to escape in my head. Figure some way of making these slimy serpents recoil away from me. In my mind, I became the mythological creature Medusa. From what I could remember from mythology classes, Medusa had once been a beautiful maiden cursed by her lover for infidelity thereby turning her beautiful hair into venomous snakes. Anything she looked at turned to stone. I tried to muster the strength and fearlessness of Medusa and imagine those snakes on my head, working for me not against me. It took every ounce of strength I had to try to be empowered by the serpents instead of petrified. After awhile it seemed to work. My heart stopped racing and I could no longer hear the hissing like I did nor feel slimy skin along my feet. I kept telling myself I had turned them to stone, they could not hurt me anymore, I was safe.
My son came back time to my private hell after what seemed eternity. When he turned on the lights the snakes were gone. What the fuck? Had I really turned Medusa? The power of suggestion was clearly at work here. My son was dumbfounded and even more angry than before. He cut me down, dragged me by my snake like hair and put me in a little cage. I was in there for days, deprived of food and water. Deprived of dignity as no place to potty. Medusa couldn’t help me out of this one. my son would only let me out of the cage to force his cock in my mouth or ass. His cock was the only snake I had not slain. I was in that cage, used and abused for days. I wish I could have turned my son to stone. He gets so much sick pleasure out of scaring and abusing me. But then, I deserve it. Like Medusa’s previous life, I am an unfaithful, disloyal whore.
Do you get sick pleasure out of using a woman’s fears against her? If so, call me. I am a good victim for your dark fantasy world.
My son goes from a romantic mood to a sadistic one in nothing flat. The other day we had a nice time, lot’s of love making. Last night, he pimped me out to this guy who enjoys torture and bondage. My son said he paid really good money for my ass and I better act the part. The dude looked so normal, almost nerdy, but he had a very sick side. First, he used a cattle prod on me and did his best to electrocute the piss out of me. He had me bound and gagged, laying on the floor, and kept shocking me over and over again until I peed myself and drool was running out of my mouth. He just laughed at me and said I was bought and sold like a side of beef, I was going to be treated like the piece of meat I was.
He then pulled me down into his basement. More like threw me down the stairs. He followed behind me, then started tying ropes to my extremities. Braided rope, the really strong kind. I didn’t quite understand what he was doing. He was quiet, methodical and attentive to his knots that he was tying. Then with one full sweep, he hoisted me in air. My legs were pulled apart, my hands tied behind my back, my pussy exposed and a ball gag in my mouth. He then began fucking my pussy and ass with various objects. He was torturing my holes with a baseball bat, coke bottles, a plunger, a paddle oar, his fist, that cattle prod, even a shot gun. He took thrill in controlling the ropes so he could lower me down on objects. My pussy was swollen and bleeding. He tortured my cunt first, then my ass.
After hours of impaling me on various objects, he pulled the ropes like an evil puppet master to flip me upside down by one leg. I felt like a rodent being held upside down and tortured. He exposed my bare ass and began spanking me mid air. Hard, long spanks with his bare hand, then a belt, a cat of 9 tails, an old fashioned switch and a paddle. The skin on my ass looked like tenderized meat. He never spoke as he issued blows to my ass. Just kept spanking hard and rhythmically. I could feel my skin splicing open on my backside.
The torture of my body went on all day and night, almost 24 hours I was suspended in the air. Then my son returned. Collected me, and collected his payment. They shook hands and my son said, “see you next week.” Apparently I am this guy’s torture doll every Thursday. I do not know if I will survive the next session.
I was face time talking with my son, sipping on a glass of wine one moment looking all cute for a date; the next moment, I was naked, on the floor with my hands tied behind my back in some unknown house. I started yelling, trying to get someone, anyone’s attention. How in the hell did I go from my place, all happy and shit, to this with no recollection of how I got here. Then it dawned on me; there must have been a roofie in my drink. You know one of those pills that makes chicks incapacitated. But who roofied me and why? It was apparent that I had been fucked, all my holes had cum in them and I was really sore. I was even starting to bruise.
Then I heard laughter from the other room. Men, maybe 3 or 4. I yelled to get their attention. They all came out and just stood over me. One said, “So you wanna play some more Mommy?” I was like more? I had no memory of playing. Then they showed me the video footage of them having their way with me while I was pretty much unconscious. They even double penetrated me. And they appeared to have choked me, which would explain my sore throat. I asked them how I got here. One of them said, “Bitch, that is none of your concern. You are here and that is all that fucking matters. Now shut the fuck up cuz we hard again.”
They dragged me into the other room, pulled their cocks out and just started going at me like animals. Rough sex doesn’t begin to explain it. They were shoving two cocks at a time in my ass while the third one choked me. They spit on me, slapped me, completely humiliated me. Their cocks were huge and they were going at me like gangbusters. I could feel my ass bleeding. I was crying, but they just made fun of me and called me a cry baby. They said I was asking for it; that a whore like me deserved it. It was hard to fight back as I was still sick and weak from the roofie.
After they were done using me like a cum dumpster, they tossed me back on the floor like garbage. I tried to explain that my son would not be happy and he would make sure they paid for this. Then, one of them quipped back, “Who do you think paid us to do this to you? Who do you think slipped the roofie in your drink in the first place?” I didn’t understand, I thought maybe the drugs were messing with my ability to make sense of this all. He saw my confusion and said, “See bitch, your son gave you to us to settle his drug debt. You are ours to use and abuse all weekend long.” He then tossed me a bag of roofies and instructed that I take them to make things easier on me. When I saw the torture devices and whips and chains, I downed a handful of those pretty little knock out pills. If my son was gonna whore me out to be used anyway that satisfied these goons, then I was gonna do my best not to remember….
How can someone who says they love you, pimp you out to monsters? The torture sadly, is just beginning.
I decided to go see the new horror film “As Above, So Below” last night by myself. I snuck out of the house because I needed some me time. As I was coming out, a man grabbed me and threw me in his SUV. He immediately put a cage type device over my head so I could not see where we were going. I tried to speak, but that device gave me a strange echo. I wondered if my son realized I was missing and decided to hunt me down and punish me for my insolence. I was kidnapped right outside the theater and no one did a thing too. The next thing I knew, I was being dragged by my feet out of the vehicle, down some stairs and being strung up like a side of beef. I heard an enhanced voice say, “You have been a very bad whore.” Then I felt a hard sucker punch to my belly. I almost puked.
Then I felt a vibrator on my clit, but no normal vibrator. This was like a power tool and the stimulation was actually painful. I began to whimper and convulse. Then the electric cattle prod was rammed up my pussy sending shock waves all through my body. Painful shock waves that made me pee on the floor and twitch like a dead body. It was a constant repetitive cycle of a punch to the gut, over stimulation on my clit, and a cattle prod inserted in my pussy. This went on for hours. I had vomited several times in my caged mask. My body was limp.
Then suddenly, I was cut down. I laid there on the floor for several minutes in a pool of my own bile and piss, when I heard my son say, “This will teach you whore to leave without permission.” I am a disobedient slave and got what I deserved. If I were to disobey you master, how would you punish me?
I have been very ill for a few days now. Deathly ill. High fever, vomiting, shitting myself, skin lesions… My Master has taunted me the entire time and refused me the medical treatment I need. I thought I had the flu; even toyed with the notion I had the zombie virus. But today, my Master informed me he injected me with an infectious virus to force my hand. He gave me Ebola. This disease kills thousands fast in third world countries. He told me he has the antidote to prevent my death, but I must be willing to do anything for him. I looked at him with blood running out my eyes and said, “Anything for you Master.”
He then tied me to his rack he use to torture me with. My skin smelling putrid and my flesh falling off my bones, he tortures me further. I am about as near death as I have ever been. I tell Master I want to live so I can continue to serve and please him. I beg him to tell me the conditions to save my life. I promise to do anything. He tells me I must agree to hunt young flesh with him. I am getting to old to keep giving him new ones to destroy, so now I must agree to go on the hunt outside our family for fresh meat. He loves to torture tight little holes and not only are my holes no longer tight, but he has ruined the holes of the precious young things I have given him. He says, “Flesh for your flesh.”
I have never minded the horrible things Master has done to me in the past. I have taken every sick, twisted, painful thing with a smile. But I always resisted making others suffer my agony. I have refused to be his willing accomplice, but now, here I am dying. Do I have a choice? If I agree to be his sadistic accomplice and bring him fresh, tight, young holes to ruin, I will live; my beautiful body will be restored. I have no choice. I want to live. Forgive me Father, for I am about to sin…..
What cruel and unusual lengths will you take, to make me your evil accomplice?
This weekend, my Son said we were going to take a drive in the country, stay at a nice little B and B and have quality time together. I was so excited. Usually he just has time to fuck me, pimp me out to his friends, humiliate me, slap me around and leave me covered in cum. Once in a blue moon, he is a benevolent master and enjoys quality time with his mother. I thought this weekend trip was one such time. Of course, I was wrong.
We returned to my house. He forgot something. When we arrived back home, there was no one else there. And the power appeared off. Odd. Before I could even put my suitcase down and check the lights, my son threw me in the basement. I was down there, in the dark for over an hour, scared and alone. Then I heard the door open, and my son came down, shoved me against the wall and said, “Ready for a little game mommy? If you survive, if you get out, we can have your precious mommy son getaway.” Apparently, all I had to do was get out of the house. Like some maze or something. Obviously, he was in a sadistic mood this weekend. Which meant he had been snorting nose candy all weekend. This is never good for me.
He left me in the basement, but untied my hands and I had to figure out how to get out of this hell hole. I tried to gain some composure and think. I started to crawl against wall till I could find some stairs or a door. I found the stairs, and started to crawl up them. I hate the dark. My son knows this. He gets sick pleasure out of watching me suffer; out of knowing I’m scared. At the top of the stairs I put my hands in something really gross and slimy. It was moving. I freaked out, pushed open the door and a little hint of light shined on this huge pile of worms. I thought I would vomit. Worms creep me out, but then my son knows that. He knows all my fears. I didn’t get far before I felt something crawling on me, more than just something, a lot of somethings. I started running in the dark, hit a table and fell down. I closed my mouth and my eyes as I felt big hairy things, spiders I bet, swarming my body. I was trembling, crying; I even peed my pants I was so scared. They seemed endless. I remembered my cell phone was in my pocket and I reached for it and turned it on for some faint light. I was horrified at all the hairy creepy spiders all over my body. I stood up, spun around trying to shake them off. My skin was crawling.
My son and a bunch of his twisted coked up friends were watching me somehow jacking their cocks to my fear; I just knew it. I was scared, trembling but kept trying to get the fuck out of there. Suddenly I was in another room, the living room I think, and for a moment I thought the worse was over, then I got a glimpse of this evil voodoo doll with a spear I think. Almost shit myself. There was some sort of flashing white light so it looked like the doll was moving. Then I felt a sharp pain, and felt blood trickling down my leg. I look down and that thing was fucking alive. It chased me around the room, stabbing my ankles and my feet. I was begging my son to give up this nonsense. Said they could all gang bang me if they wanted, just let me out of my house of horrors. I was scared and now bleeding and hurt. I was ignored. I tried to get to the master bedroom, limping. Before I could, I saw and evil clown. I have hated clowns since I was a little girl and my daddy tormented me with them. Of course my son knows this; he knows everything and that knowledge was being used against me for his entertainment. I was beginning to go mad. This was insane. Everything I am scared of was in this house.
I managed to hobble to the bedroom, praying that eventually I would just walk out the front door and this would be over. I saw the mirror and thought if I shined my cell phone in it I might be able to illuminate the room enough to get my bearings and find the window or something to get out. As soon as I shined the light I saw an evil, scary apparition. A ghostly white face staring back at me. Surely this was not my reflection. I screamed loudly closed my eyes in attempt to make it go away. I counted to ten, but before I reached the end, cold hands throttled my neck saying, “Be one of us Blair.” Be one of what? The dead? Was I even gonna make it out alive? Was this real or all part of my son’s evil plan to scare the life out of his mother. I fought whatever this creature was and got away but had scratches all over my face; I could feel blood running down my face. I was panicked, and this game had gone on too long now. I started running, but something, someone grabbed my feet and I fell to the ground. My face smacked hard on the floor. I turned around and saw this bloody, pale girl that looked literally like death pulling me towards her. I screamed and I kicked, but she kept pulling me. Until she pulled me back down into the basement. I fell several feet through a trap door and banged my body up good. I was lying there on the floor, bloody, in pain, scared shitless, thinking I might actually die in my own house when my son turned on flashing white lights and I looked around and there he was with several friends laughing at me. They started calling me a cry baby whore and kicking me, and spitting on me. I was all ready battered and bruised and bleeding all over. 
They enjoyed beating the living crap out of me for awhile before jacking their cocks all over me. They enjoyed seeing their cum on my bruised, swollen and bloody body. They enjoyed fucking my ass repeatedly as I laid their helpless, semi conscious and in need of medical attention. And my son loved turning my house, our pleasure palace, into a house of horrors for me. I love my son, but he is a sick mother fucker who gets off on tormenting me. I barely survived my scare house; I can only imagine what is in store for me next.
My Master thinks I am getting too fat. He hid all the food and is trying to starve me to death. He keeps me under lock and key in the house. Well today, I couldn’t take it any more as the pain from hunger was just unbearable. I ransacked the house for anything I could find. And under my Master’s bed I found a case of baby food. I was starving. I opened a bottle and starting emptying it into my mouth. But wait, it was crunchy and within minutes I started bleeding. WTF? There was ground up glass in the jar. I was eating glass. Did Master know it was there and this was a test? Or was it some fluke, some manufacturing flaw? I got scared and I was in pain; but I had to clean up the mess I made and try to make things look like I wasn’t there or Master would be very angry.
My lips and tongue were cut but I stopped the bleeding and thought Master would not know. But he knew the moment he came home I had been a bad girl and slapped me hard across the face. He then grabbed my hair and pulled me hard out to the garage. He put my chains on and began yelling at me. I had failed his test. He knew I was a weak bitch who could not be trusted so he put glass in the baby food jars and hid them. If a weak bitch, I’d get my comeuppance. I tried to apologize, beg for another chance to be a good slave. Too late, he began spoon feeding me the food with crushed glass. Master made me chew the glass and swallow it. Blood was spurting out my mouth. I kept crying and pleading but he just kept spoon feeding me crushed glass and strained peas. I could taste the blood from my cut tongue, cut lips, cut throat, cut esophagus… I was making gurgling sounds there was so much blood.
Master was smiling as more blood poured out my mouth. He just kept saying eat up bitch. If you are so hungry, then eat up. I even vomited up bile and blood and he just laughed. He said you think this hurts bitch, wait till you shit it out tomorrow. I had not thought of that. The glass would shred my ass and my intestines. I’d rather starve to death slowly and painfully than to die like this. I will never eat without permission again Master.
