Some men think I deserve domination phone sex. I guess, I do. I am a blonde bimbo. A stupid whore who has profited off her body for decades. I bought my body back though one slut at a time. I used to feel badly about bringing little girls into the whore life. I thought they should be watching Disney movies and playing with Barbie dolls, not getting fucked by perverted old men. Once I realized it was a girl eat girl word, I got better at not feeling guilty. Little sluts are a dime a dozen. Once upon a time, I was one of those little girls robbed of playing with dolls and watching Disney flicks. I was Daddy’s ass rape porn star from a young age. His friends used me too. After I ran away, I was meeting men just like my father. I was owned by a man far worse than my father from age 19 to 32. I only got out a couple years ago because I aged out. I know what happens to whores who age out. I have been a slave most of my life. I made a deal to find suitable replacement for me in exchange for my life. I know I ended up hurting other young girls, but there was no way out otherwise for me. I would be dead in a desert ditch right now if I had not struck a deal with the devil. I am a survivor. Now, I am an accomplice. I make money on the dark net bringing men like you sweet young flesh for their snuff porn fantasies. I am connected to wealthy and powerful men. I make great money peddling flesh. I know I am too old for most men these days, but I can help them have their tiny girl fantasies. For a cost of course.
Do you have strangulation fantasies? I do. I made the mistake, however, of telling the wrong guy that I am into erotic asphyxiation. I find it hot to be choked while climaxing. It is a fetish of mine. I can usually do it to myself with a silk scarf or a tie. My father did it to me when I was a young girl. When he would sneak into my bed, he would put his tie around my neck while he forced his cock in my cunt or my ass. I did not enjoy it then, but obviously somewhere, I reconciled with my violent upbringing. You would think that after all the pain I endured and the ass rape porn my father forced me to make, I would shy away from violent men. Today, however, violent men are all I seem to meet. Davis seemed like a normal guy when I met him on Tinder. We got to drinking one night and we shared our deep dark fantasies. I showed him the bruising around my neck and explained my fetish for erotic asphyxiation. Before he could share his dark fetish with me, he was on top of me. He managed to remove his belt and put it around my neck. He was stronger than me. As I tried to wiggle loose, he pulled his belt so tight that I lost consciousness. That was his dark fetish, I guess. He was wanted to choke a woman out. And he did. Me. He choked me to unconsciousness many times. The last time, I woke up with his cock in my ass as he was using smelling salts to jolt me back awake. I should never share my dark taboo phone sex fantasies. Even the most normal appearing men like Davis cannot resist abusing a bimbo like me.
Domination phone sex is often needed when breaking in a young girl. I can be a bad girl, but last week, I was the accomplice. I spent a few days with my old master. He released me last year because I brought him a lot of little girls to use. I earned my freedom one little schoolgirl at a time. Now, he pays me to bring him a treat every now and then. Last week, he needed my help with a young girl he bought on the black market. She is a Russian whore. Young and sassy. She has a mouth on her like a sailor. He paid me to help break her in. She was going to need some abuse. Some whores are easier to break then others. This taboo phone sex slut was raised to be daddy’s whore. I do not need much slave training. I submit easily to masters. This whore was a spitfire, however. I was not sure whips and chains would break her. She was like a rabid feral animal. She kicked, screamed and bit. Girls like that need broken in with cock. Lots of big fat dicks in their tiny little holes. I knew what to do. I put a spreader bar between her legs and a ball gag in her mouth. This way she could not kick or bite anyone. I used a strap on to fuck her ass. I could have used lube. Perhaps, I should have used lube, but I wanted it to hurt. It needed to hurt. Pain is a great motivator for compliance. When my daddy needed to break me as a young girl, he would turn me into his ass rape porn star. That is what I did with this little bitch. I fucked her ass raw and dry. Then my former master and his friends ran a train on her ass. We did not mess with her pussy. She is staying a virgin until he can auction off her cherry. Now at least, she knows we will get violent with her and ruin her tight teen holes. Maybe she will behave better going forward. I had the bitch in tears.
I had a snuff sex audition. I was scared because this director has a bunch of scary stories associated with him. I did not know if what I have heard was true or just urban legend. He makes realistic snuff films, but the pay is great. I had to audition to get the part. This movie was going to be a hardcore kidnapping and forceful fuck movie. He wanted a blonde busty bimbo. I fit that part of the bill. He also wanted a young girl. I am in my 30s and apparently, according to him, a little washed up. I begged for a chance. He told me he had another movie in mind for me. A mother daughter home invasion movie. I would be the mother of course. It sounded like a very dark film. My gut was telling me to cut my losses and leave, but greed made me agree to star in a different snuff porn he was doing. Some man escorted me to another part of this dark and dingy building that looked like it was straight out of the 70s. I am talking wood paneling walls in the office and shag carpeting.
I met my costar. I was not old enough to be the mother of a 20-year-old. Well, if I had been a teen mom, I guess it was possible when I did the math. This movie was ready to film. Snuff flicks rarely have scripts. The director tells you the premise and you sort of just role play it for a more natural feel. My daughter and I were naked in bed together when intruders burst into the house. They assaulted my daughter and I had to watch. They violently tore her clothes off and shoved cocks and fingers in her bald snatch. They choked her and punched her too. One of the guys made me play with my pussy as I watched them explore their rape phone sex fantasies with my daughter. They got too rough with her. She was lifeless on the floor, but that did not stop them from fucking her. They fucked her warm, dead body and I was next. What did I get myself into this time?
This is the look on my face when I am getting an ass rape porn I did not sign up for. I am a little anal whore. I always have been, but some cocks are just too big for the ass. I met Jeremy on Tinder. It was for sex. Maybe rough sex, a little partying, but nothing sadistic. He was a normal man. Married and horny. He was not like most of the men I know. Until he was just like all the rest. We were having polite conversation, getting to know each other when he slapped me. Hard too. My head snapped back. Then he was on top of me. He was not making love. He was not even fucking me. This was brutal rape phone sex fantasies come to life. He shoved his dick in my ass raw. That hurts. The ass always needs lube. He choked me as he forced his cock in and out of my asshole. He slapped my titties and pulled my hair. He kept slapping my face and punching my stomach. I thought I might vomit. It was clear he was not looking to hook up for the night. He just wanted the chance to beat up a bitch and force fuck her. He got that. He got that and more because he pissed on me and shared me with his friends too. About part way through the brutal ass fucking, he put his fist in my cunt. I let out a blood curdling scream in pain. I feared the neighbors would call the police. This guy ripped off his shirt and shoved it in my mouth like a ball gag. I was still screaming and reeling in the pain. And reeling in my stupidity. I think the definition of insanity is doing the same thing repeatedly and expecting different results. That is me. I keep getting on Tinder and excepting to meet a good guy.
Snuff porn I like to watch. I do not like to be the star of a snuff flick, however. Honestly, you just never know what can happen. Snuff is a gamble. Some are fake and staged. Others are real. Women on the snuff circuit go missing all the time. Police showed up at my door this morning. That always scares the shit out of me. They wanted to ask me about a missing girl. I knew her. The weird thing is I met her over a decade ago. We made a snuff film together. I never saw her again. I almost barely escaped that snuff film. I knew she never did. She was reported missing a decade ago by her wealthy parents after she disappeared from a hotel room in Los Angeles. I was not sure what they knew or how they connected me to her. The only thing that ever connected us was a snuff sex video that a very rich man paid to have made. I survived. She did not. I did not know what happened to her body, but I knew she died. I saw her get slaughtered. I was panicked. If they knew about the movie, they knew I knew her. I lied. I said I made a dark film with her, but it was a staged film. I said we both walked away that day and I never saw her again. I worried they would know I lied, but it was not like I could do anything to save her. I would have been dismembered and disemboweled too. The cops would never find her body. There was not much of her left by the time her young body was destroyed. I asked how they found me. It was not the movie. It was a graphic from the film that landed on the Internet. They knew I was in a dark movie with her around the time she disappeared. They believed my story. We had both answered some Craigs List ad back when that was a thing. We made a movie because we were desperate for money but we both walked out of the studio. If the director thinks I talked, I will be dead. Snitches get stiches. I never rat on a master, a snuff director or snuff phone sex caller. Your dark secrets are safe with me. I want to live.
Sometimes I enjoy bondage phone sex. Sometimes, I hate it. I am popular on the fetish scene. I go to a lot of BDSM clubs. Some legitimate with a lot of rules. Some underground clubs you gamble with your life when you go, however. I like the play at your own risk clubs. That is what happened with me. It was a slow night. I was the only statuesque bimbo in the club. That made me popular. More popular than I wanted. This one guy summoned me to a private dungeon. He did not look like the kind of guy I could say no to, so I I went with him. He strung me upside down. Stripped me naked first of course. I was not happy at all. I was disoriented. Blood rushes to my tits and head quickly. He was into some pain. I am a pain slut, but he was whipping me so hard that I pissed myself. When you are hanging upside down and piss like that, you drink your urine. He told me since I was a piss whore, I should drink his urine too. He shoved his dick in my mouth and pissed in my belly. He would whip me, beat me and piss in my mouth. At one point, he left me. I thought to myself what the fuck. I was not sure if I should scream or not. He came back with what seemed like all the masters in the club. They took turns punching me. They fucked me too. Upside down, cocks were going into my cunt, mouth and asshole. I was choking on cum. They had their jollies and cut me down. I landed with a thud and while I was down, they pissed on me again. Was not my finest moment. But I was lucky to walk out of the club alive.
A whore like me craves domination phone sex. I know I need to be owned. I need a grown man to break me. The problem is I am a seasoned whore. I do not break for just anyone. I need a real man. A manly man with a huge cock who can bend me to his ways. A man who can make me do unspeakable things. That is how a good predator operates. He finds a vulnerable girl and he bends her will to match his. That way the girl is doing all his bidding for him. When I first met Lance, I was barely out of school. He was the first man to own me after my father. I was a hot mess of a girl. I was down on my luck with daddy issues. He swept in and saved me. Gave me a nice place to live. Spoiled me for the first time in my life. I would have done anything for him, and I did. I let him turn me into a gangbang rape porn star for his pleasure and profit. I even helped him break little girls and groom them for his P needs. He made me think that I wanted those little girls as playmates and siblings too. A skilled predator makes you think things like that. I used to feel badly about all the little innocent girls I brought to him, but now over a decade later, I happily groom those little bitches for men like you. I am so well trained, that I do not even need a master to break me to do it. It is survival of the fittest in the Lolita trafficking business. I see a young little slut and I just think about how much you would enjoy breaking her in. Let me be your willing accomplice phone sex partner.
Snuff porn is where the money is at these days. I think it always has been a money-making industry. It is how washed-up whores make a living. It is rough on the body and the mind, but money is money. When I was in my 20s, I still looked fresh faced and hot enough to get regular porn shoots and videos. That is not the case anymore. I am lucky if I can get a fetish shoot anymore. I was desperate for some cash. I got way behind in rent because the strip club was closed for over a year and when it opened back up, it was only at half capacity. I was going to be evicted if I did not come up with a couple grand. So, I went to this studio that makes very dark and violent snuff movies. It is an underground company. Some girls survive and some do not. It is a gamble I was willing to take. The studio liked my blonde, Botoxed, bimbo look. I have become addicted to Botox over the past few years to try to compete with the younger girls. I got the gig.
When I arrived at the warehouse they were filming, I discovered there was no movie. They were posing as a legit snuff outfit, but they were just brokers. They hire girls for men with dark fantasies. Sort of like in that movie Hostel. This guy strung me up by the rafters and assaulted my body. He used me like a punching bag. So much aggression towards women. He was an Incel. Do you know what that is? It is a group of men on the dark net that hate women. They think we owe them something. They are nerdy losers who cannot get women and they think we should be punished for ignoring them. This loser was very hostile. I was a Stacy in his eyes which is an attractive woman who is way out of his league. He beat me to a pulp. My face was swelling. I could barely see him. He explored his rape phone sex fantasies too. I survived but barely. I have broken ribs. I am black and blue. But I got the money to catch up on the rent. A girl must do what a girl must do.
I love being an accomplice phone sex partner. I have this client. He used to be my master. I did whatever I could to get out from his ownership. He was not easy on the body. We made a deal. I provided him younger talent to corrupt and use, and after 100 little girls I had my freedom. I pretty much traded my soul for my freedom, but I would do it all over again too. Now I work for him. It has proven quite profitable too. He called me up yesterday with a request. He wanted a little read headed girl. Blue eyes, red hair, white skin, freckles. Those little girls are harder to find, but the money he was offering made me go look. I was not going to pass up that offer. I knew she was likely going to be a snuff porn star then disappear like the rest. My former master makes quite a few movies. Some for his personal collection, others for hire. He likes little blonde girls with no tits or pubes yet, so I knew my little Irish girl was going to be killed and fucked for a client. It took me awhile to find the girl he wanted, but I did. Not at the mall or a park though. I snatched her from a Target. Took her in broad daylight. I had to give her a shot of something to subdue her, but it worked. I scooped her up and carried her out to my car. I was dressed differently with a black wig to conceal my blonde locks. I even strapped down my hefty boobs to make me look less voluptuous. It looked like a mom carrying her sleeping daughter on her shoulder. No one paid me any attention. I heard the sirens by the time I was in my car. The police would look hard for this little white girl I was sure of that. She will never be found. She will be snuffed on film. His rich client will explore his rape phone sex fantasies and kill the little red headed doll. Once I got the bag of cash, my guilt just disappeared.
