Strangulation phone sex is hot for many men. I love erotic asphyxiation. I have been known to use scarves on myself while I use a vibrator in my pussy. I met a guy in a fetish club last night who wanted to strangle me while I masturbated. I thought he was right up my alley. I went home with him. I quickly realized that there would be no masturbation on my part because he had me tied against his dungeon wall. It was dark and damp. I could hear fireworks going off near his house. The loud booms mixed with the fact that I was in a cement basement meant my screams would never be heard. I screamed but that was because I thought he would kill me. He masturbated my pussy and joked about the fact that only a worthless taboo phone sex slut would get off to not knowing if she was going to live or die. With erotic asphyxiation it’s a gamble. He could not revive me. He could choke me too hard or too long and I become unable to be revived too. I hate the not knowing, but it is the same thing that makes me so damn wet with strangulation. I was tied to a cement wall. He had one hand on my throat and the other on my cunt. I was passing out and cumming repeatedly. He would slap me awake, spit in my face, then choke me some more. This was not how I wanted to spend the night. I had plans that fell through, so I went to the club for some companionship. Almost deadly companionship too. I was not alone, but I would have been safer alone. I did survive, but barely. Lost track of how many times I passed out. I still love erotic asphyxiation but one time, maybe the next time, it could end up as a snuff porn encounter.
He told me I looked like his next torture sex doll. I have heard that a lot in my life, but not recently. I am a free agent right now. I have no master. I have no one to watch my every move. I am liking my freedom but seems like men are always content to take away any illusion of freedom I might have. I was not looking for trouble, but it does have a habit of finding me. I was out shopping late last night. I prefer to grocery shop after midnight when the store is not crowded, and it is usually restocked on my items. This stock boy was eying my sexy body when I walked down his isle. That was when he started talking about doing some violent things to me. I was like, whatever boy. I am way out of your league. In his mind, a taboo phone sex princess like me needed put in her place. The high school boy jumped me going to my car and forced me into the trunk of his SUV. I was kicking and screaming in his trunk. We went over a very bumpy gravel road. He had this planned. Maybe it was not me he wanted, but now that he had me, he was going to make the best of it. I heard other voices before he got me out of the trunk. It was like some high school party. It was a bonfire with lots of liquor and a ton of horny teen boys. They looked at me like a glass of water on an extremely hot day. I was the star of the party. I think any woman would have done, but they felt lucky to get a statuesque blonde bimbo. They all had rape fantasies too. They used me worse than a gangbang rape porn star. My holes were battered and used. I smelled like a cum dumpster too. Freedom is just an illusion when you are a dirty bimbo whore.
Most women have rape phone sex fantasies, but they will never admit it. I have them too, but I admit them. I have found myself in the situation before too. I knew something was wrong with me when I was wet after a violent gang bang. I am not talking about wet from all the cum they deposited inside me. I am talking about wet from arousal. I still remember the day vividly. I sometimes masturbate to the memory. I know. Most women would say #MeToo and cry about the trauma. Not me. I masturbate to that day almost 10 years later. I was birthday shopping downtown for a friend of mine. I took a short cut through the alley to get to this one store, and a guy grabbed me, pulling me into a building that was under construction. Him and some of his construction buddies saw me and wanted to fuck me. There was so much construction noise going on around us that no one heard me scream. They made me a gangbang rape porn star that day. The violently ripped my clothes off. I was naked and tied up with their belts to some scaffolding. They took turns thrusting in and out of my ass and pussy. Some of them fisted my cunt when they could not get hard for the third or fourth time. I was choked, slapped, fucked and they even pissed on me too. They saw me as some blonde snob. They thought I was a rich bitch who looked down on labor workers. Apparently, they hollered something at me as I walked by, but I had ear buds in listening to music and I never heard them. I pleaded with him them to let me go, but they decided I thought I was too good for them. If they had only known what a taboo phone sex whore I really was. I was battered, bloody and bruised. They took my wallet with my ID to prevent me from going to the police. I had to go home looking like a disgrace. I was not scared of them though. I did not worry about them coming to find me. Just working-class men who needed a whore. I understood my role. It was a violent gangbang. One that would have ruined most women, but not a sick bitch like me.
A taboo phone sex slut can get herself into all kinds of trouble. Sometimes, I think with my pussy and that often leads to disaster. I hooked up with a guy last night. I met him in a fetish club. He was so handsome. Tall with big hands. That usually means big cock too.I do love a big cock. We had fun at the club. He is into bondage. He just lost his slave. She moved to get away from the lifestyle. I told him I was not looking to be owned. I am a free agent. You do not go straight from shackles to being a mistress. I still like bondage and pain. I just do not want to be owned 24 /7. I still like to play at the clubs for a fix of bondage and pain, but I do not want to be a slave anymore. He seemed cool with it. We had fun in the club. I said goodbye. The next thing I realize I am tied up to a dungeon bed and I am his ass rape porn star. He drugged my drink and kidnapped me. When I woke up, his hand was on my throat and his cock was buried in my ass. I glanced around the room. It was a prison. No windows. Cement walls. I was not sure if I was in his house or some dungeon. I did know that this guy could kill me and make my body disappear. I had to be careful how I responded. I acted like what he did was the hottest thing ever. He did not buy it. He slapped my face and told me he was impervious to my games. He fucked me until I passed out from exhaustion. I was still tied up on a BDSM bed when I came too but I was all alone. I think I have been kidnapped for a snuff porn.
I was kidnapped for snuff movies. Didn’t this dude realize I am no longer some submissive whore? My car broke down on the side of the road. I think it over heated. The temps outside are scalding hot and my old beater could not keep up. I hitched a ride with a trucker. I mean he looked harmless. Perhaps he was or perhaps he was working with someone. He could have been blackmailed, cohered or just desperate for money. Or he could have been a sick pervert who gets off on torturing women and selling them on the black market. But I soon found myself in the fight of my life. I was bound and gagged in the back of his cab and I was not alone. There were about 20 other girls. All white and pretty. Many of them jail bait girls who looked terrified. I wanted to help us all. This was karma. This is what happens when you bring little girls to hell one at a time to buy back your own freedom. I am an accomplice phone sex partner and I have trafficked girls. This was payback from the universe. The old trucker who offered me a ride spoke English, but the wranglers who we were passed off to did not. We were stripped naked and hosed off. Men came in speaking all sorts of languages and paid for us. I was taken into a dank room for some extreme bondage and torture. My purchaser punched me, slapped me and verbally degraded me, but that was just the foreplay. He had more installed for me. He violently fucked my holes and choked me while his cock was deep inside my womb. I screamed. I cried but where I was, no one cared about a blonde whore. I was just a commodity. A piece of sold meat you get at the butcher’s. Hours turned into days and I was forced with the realization that hell is real and a torture sex death was my karma.
I live for accomplice phone sex. Even a bimbo can clean up and look business like to distract a little one. I am seeing this guy who has a penchant for little blonde girls. He wanted one that looked like me but with no tits or ass yet. I am sure you like the same thing. I put on a suit and went trolling at the park for some sweet little girl. Little girls have no stranger danger for grown women, and they should. I was able to get one in the car with me willingly. She even put her seat belt on. I drove her to my boyfriend. He has had teen rape porn fantasies forever. I felt like a queen making them come true for him. He is not violent with me. Most men are which is why I was willing to bring him a little slut. He can work off his more violent urges on her fuck holes and save the good stuff for me. I was so happy to do this for him. My love knows no bounds. I helped him fuck her. I mean the little whore had some fight in her. She did this to herself, I told her. She got into a car with a total stranger. Never once questioned me when I told her I knew her parents. My boyfriend was rough on her holes. He told me she was super tight. I had no doubt. I was once tight like that until my father and his friends broke me in. It was hot watching him force his big cock into her tiny holes. She was bleeding and she was crying. Maybe, at one point in my life I would have felt badly for her. But not anymore. She was proof of my love for my man. I will get him a little whore every day of the week to stay in his favor. You have rape phone sex fantasies for something young and sweet? I will bring you a treat too.
I enjoy bondage phone sex. Sometimes, however, it gets too extreme for me. I have made a living off my body one way or another. I hooked on the streets for years until I was old enough to become a nude fetish model. I have always been tall. I was not always buxom, however. About 15 years ago, a fetish photographer took me under his wing. He bought me boobs. I worked them off doing shoots for him. He is retired now, but he still sends business my way. He knows a girl like me can always use money. This lead he had was for a legitimate porn studio. They needed a model with experience for a snuff porn shoot. This would be rough simulated sex and extreme bondage. The pay was too good to make me pause and really think about the legitimacy of it all. I showed up at the studio, but no one was there. I heard some sounds, so I went exploring. Bad idea. I happened upon a woman being eviscerated. No way this was staged. Not with those screams. I started to run but tripped and fell. A guy grabbed me and pulled me into the area where they were dissecting this woman like a lab frog. I was at the wrong fucking address. Flipping some numbers was about to lead to my demise. There was no saving this woman. Her entrails were on the floor, and I was slipping in her warm guts. I thought I was a dead woman, until one of the killers recognized me. He knew me from a fetish shoot. I tried to tell him I was no saint. I name dropped who I use to work for and then said I was now a very skilled accomplice phone sex partner. I told him I could do clean up or bring him more girls to mutilate and snuff. We made a deal. My life for my silence and my assistance. Just when I thought I was free, I fucking flipped some numbers and walked right into a real snuff flick.
He said I needed domination phone sex. I explained that I was trying to be an accomplice now. I have paid my dues and earned my freedom. He smacked me hard across the face because he thought I was getting too big for my britches. He said, “Once a whore, always a whore.” The more I pleaded, the harder he hit me. He was in a mood. He released me from his clutches last year. I earned my freedom fair and square, but when he gets into a mood, there is no reasoning with him. Even the sex trade industry has suffered shortages. He has lost a few key operatives who help kidnap young girls to keep the business thriving. He told me, he needed to use me for a client. I quipped that I was too old for his clientele, and he smacked my face. He said this one client prefers used up old whores. When I tried to explain that I was neither old nor used up, he put a ball gag in my mouth. He told me to shut up and take care of his client. Men who prefer women like me, usually have snuff sex on the brain. This man just needed a punching doll. He wanted a fight, and the younger girls are too scared to fight. Not me. I put up a fight even though I am scared. I want to live. This client of my former master was a sadist. He burned me with cigarette ashes. He fisted my ass. He used a taser on me. He punched me hard in the stomach. So hard that I puked. He pushed my face down in the vomit and made me lick it up. Four hours of hell. I survived though even if barely. I have a cracked rib, two black eyes, burns and bruises all over my body and bloodied swollen fuck holes. I thought my days of snuff porn were over, but just like that, I was pulled back in.
I love being an accomplice phone sex partner for men. It takes the pressure off me. I can be the hero instead of the victim. I am a hero because I make a great wingman. I can pull a little girl away from the mall or the park undetected. A man, however, stranger danger. A young girl will be screaming if a man nabs her. But me? I just tell my victim I am a friend of her mommy’s, and she will follow me anywhere. Yesterday, I did a job for my former master. I got too old for him. He let me buy back my freedom one brat at a time. Now, occasionally, he needs help. He pays me well for the kind of help only a woman can provide. I thought he needed me to kidnap a girl. He already had her held captive in the basement. She starred in a gangbang rape porn for him, but he needed a kind of help I have yet to give. This little whore was pregnant. Like about to pop pregnant. They needed me to be a midwife. I have never delivered a brat before. Hell, I am not a mother. I had no clue what to do but with my past master and his associates, you manage somehow or end up dead. This was a trafficked whore. When or who knocked her up was a moot point. The little one would be sold on the black market. They made a rough sex porn movie with a pregnant teen girl. That is some hardcore shit, even for him. I googled quickly how to deliver a brat. I got hot water, sterile towels and newspaper. I did my best. The girl was in a lot of pain. There was a lot of blood too. Her bundle of joy was covered in mucus which I thought was like her placenta, but it was cum. She survived a teen rape porn while in labor. I felt sorry for her, but I had to give the brat over to my former master. He sold her for $100,000 to some P man who was going to raise her as his daughter. Not my place to feel sorry for the whores. In my world it is survival of the fittest.
He said I had an ass for ass rape porn. I told him my days of being a submissive bitch for all men were over. I told him that he needed to find another ass to abuse because he was not worthy of mine. He was not wanting to hear that. He thought he was all that and a bag of chips, but he was a loser in my opinion. That is why I walked away from him, or I tried at least. He followed me out of the club and ran me off the road. It was dark, so at first, I struggled to see who had pushed me off the road. I was in a ditch, when he came up the driver side and pulled me out of my car with force. He drugged me after he dragged me kicking and screaming out of my car. I woke up in his dungeon. I had no clue where I was, but I knew this was not good for me. He started insulting me. Telling me I was nothing but a blonde bimbo who forgot her place. He put a belt around my next and squeezed it fast, choking me. I could barely breathe. I had no clue who this guy was or why he picked me. Maybe he likes a challenge. Maybe I represented all the bitches who have snubbed him before. I was in for some snuff sex though because he had me tied down to a bench with my ass in the air. He was stronger than he looked. Perhaps, he was on meth or something. His adrenaline was pumped, and my ass paid the price. I fought the best that I could, but he had me tied up well. Plus, the constant strangulation with his belt made me weak because I was passing out every couple of minutes. He held me captive all night. Honestly, I was not sure that I would make it home ever again. But he grew tired of me and released me back into the wild like an animal he tortured. One of these days, this taboo phone sex whore will not be so lucky. I swear I have more lives than a cat.
