I am no stranger to bondage phone sex. I am a slave. I am a submissive whore. I am a bitch. I get full of myself sometimes because I work in a high-end gentleman’s club. The men there treat me like a princess. They spoil me with money, attention and gifts. Master likes me working there because of the money I make; however, he hates the attitude I get. He thought I came home the other night a little too high and mighty. He wanted to bring me down a few pegs. That is never good for me. Never. He put a ball gag in my mouth and used leather restraints to bind my hands and feet. He put the biggest butt plug I have ever seen up my ass and told me I could not let it plop out of my ass. It plopped out of my ass. I braced myself because I knew something awful was coming. He disappeared, leaving me bound and gagged on the floor with my ass exposed. When he came back, he had a few huge furry friends with him. He knows how I hate furry fucking. It is so degrading. That is why he did it. He knows what I hate most. Once the furry fiends were done shooting off their slimy red rockets, I had to shit the cum out and eat it. Just when I thought I could not be degraded further. So, I licked the gross cum off the floor like a good slave. He was not done punishing me yet. He was acting like I was a stubborn wild horse that needed broken in. Maybe I did, but I assured him I was a good girl. Not good enough. He brought in an army of men for a gangbang rape porn. He let them sodomize me for hours. They came in me. They pissed on me. They spit on me. And I had to spend the night on the floor covered in filth like a wild animal to remember I am nothing special.
I met him at a bar. He said I look like I belong in snuff movies. I was drunk. I was flattered. I was dumb and desperate for attention. This was my first night out in months. I drank too much. I fell for false flattery. I have daddy issues. Every time I meet an older man, I try to make him love me. I agree to anything. I do anything. And it will kill me eventually. Mark was just what I was looking for. A handsome man to take me away from the stress. I was thinking some wine, bondage and rough sex. He was thinking more along the lines of snuff porn. He thinks blonde bimbos deserve to die. They deserve to be degraded and humiliated. I went with it because I am so desperate for attention. My daddy issues run deep. He tied me up to one of those BDSM cross boards. It spun me around too. A couple good spins and I was puking from the motion sickness. He was just starting to have fun with me. He whipped me like a Nigger slave. My skin was split open. I was bleeding. He pissed in my open wounds and laughed. A deep sinister belly laugh that filled me with fear. I saw the knives. I knew what was coming. Before he slit my throat, however, he mutilated my female parts. He shoved a blow torch up my cunt. Never felt pain like that before. I went into shock. I was shaking and puking, even pissing myself. I would never breed again. That was the least of my worries though. He just did that for kicks. I was not going to survive the night, so it was all moot anyway. He sliced off my tits and my clit before he slit my throat. Bound to his cross, I slumped like a lifeless doll as the blood flowed out of my body and onto the ground.
I answered an ad for a torture sex doll. The guy wanted a model for extreme simulations. They pay was good. Not too good to be questionable. I thought what the hell, give it a try. I could always use some extra money. Plus, I am bored and tired of being stuck at home. I called the number listed and went to the address the guy gave me. It was a professional studio. That gave me a sense of safety. This studio does snuff films and BDSM photo shots. I did not have the job yet. I had to show him my body. He wanted to make sure I had the tits I told him I had. It was sort of a casting couch audition. Not my first, but since the Weinstein scandal hit, I have endured fewer of them. He stood up to check out my tits. He squeezed them so hard, I thought he might burst a saline bag. Suddenly, I was surrounded by men. Maybe my loud, “Ouch” brought them to the room. I had a gut feeling this was the movie. I was making a snuff porn and did not know it yet. The men in the room grabbed my boobs violently. Pulling, slapping, biting and punching them. I fell backwards from the pain, but I was surrounded by so many men, I did not hit the ground. They lifted my sore body up and carried me to a dirty bed in the next room. They ripped my pants off and started penetrating my pussy and ass. The man who I met first started filming it like he was some famous director. My body felt their weight. I felt like my chest was collapsing. They were gang banging me. This was a gangbang rape porn, not some photo shoot like I thought. Guys nutted in me as I screamed not to because I was not on any protection. They did not care. When they had cum all they could, I was left on the floor covered in jizz. The director tossed me a wad of money, which landed in the piles of cum, and thanked me for being a whore. I got what I deserved, I guess.
When you have the reputation for being a torture sex doll, men do not feel the need to hold back their thoughts. I was looking fine last night. I went clubbing with girlfriends. It was weird to be in this bar at half capacity. I am used to wall to wall people. One the one hand it was easier to get a drink and I could hear people talking. On the other hand, there were not as many men to choose from. This one handsome older gentleman spotted me and wanted to talk. He bought me drinks, but he must have drugged them, because I ended up naked and spread eagle on some dingy bed. I had no clue where I was. He was standing over me with a big knife and an evil grin. He spouted off about me snubbing him a few months ago when I had my pick of the liter. He informed me he knew I was a snuff porn whore because he had seen my pictures online. He did not think a whore like me had any business snubbing him. Now, I was paying for a crime I had no clue I committed. I did not remember him. He carved his initials in my belly with the knife and whore on my arm. As I bled, he got hard. I used to be a cutter, so I can handle some pain, but what he did with the knife next was beyond any kind of pain I could handle. He fucked my cunt with a knife while hurling insults my way. I could feel my insides coming out in a way they are never meant to come out. I thought he was done, but he wanted to fuck my bloody ruined cunt. He shot his load in me and laughed that he did not need a condom because he made sure I could never get pregnant. He permanently disfigured my pussy.
I am an ass rape porn star. Ever since I was a little girl, men have enjoyed violating my ass. It all began with Daddy. He was the first person to force fuck my ass. Sometimes he shared my ass around with his friends and drinking buddies. I have become accustomed to anal abuse. The men who fuck my ass now are a different breed than daddy and his friends. My father and his cronies were just horny P men who liked the notion of fucking jailbait holes. My anal sex guys now, want to abuse my asshole until I cry in pain and cannot shit right for a week. Even though this one guy has force fucked my ass 100s of times now, it still hurts. He refuses to use lube and gentle is not in his vocabulary. Henry is obsessed with my ass. He wants to gape it and prolapse it too. Every time we are together, he tries to outdo himself from the last time he fucked my ass. Last night, he out did all the previous times combined. He used a baseball bat on my pretty puckered rosebud. I yelped like a wounded animal. For my ass to hurt, you know it is bad. I have a high threshold for pain thanks to all the abuse at the hands of my father when I was a young girl and the many anal torture sex videos I have made. A baseball bat is a lot of wood for any ass. I was a bloody mess by the time he decided he was done. I could barely walk. I shit myself. Pissed myself too. I begged for him to help me. Give me a shot of whiskey or get me a bag of frozen veggies or something. He just laughed at me more.
Do you have a medical fetish phone sex fantasy? I cannot believe I am saying this, but I want to be your victim for it. Some of you can go wicked dark on me too. I love a good fantasy, but I am a pain slut too. I like some torture. Pain is how I cum best, but too much pain and I cannot have an orgasm. That may surprise some of you, but that is how it is for a slave. Too much of a bad thing lol. I hooked up with this guy named Harold last week. I have not fucked since. That is some sort of record for me. Let me tell you the story. Harold, I know from the BDSM circuit. He is a master and a photographer. He has done many of my fetish shoots over the years. He was in town scouting some new talent and asked if I wanted to hook up. We text and stay in touch on social media, but we have never fucked. He prefers young girls. The kind that could get him arrested. I went to his Air B and B and was surprised to see a teen girl with him. At first, I thought I was going to help break the little bitch in, but that was not the case. He was training her to punish and torture used up old whores as he put it. Before the light bulb went off in my head, they jumped me and tied me up. The young girl stripped me naked and started using a taser security guards use on my girl parts. My pussy was tased. My tits were tased too. I pissed myself. I could smell and feel my flesh burning. Harold never touched me. Just his cum did. He shot a load of jizz on my mutilated girl parts and then high fived his protégé. I never saw it coming the torture sex of my girl parts. Now, I am healing until I let my guard down the next time.
I love fantasy phone sex calls. I have two sides of me. I am a gfe bad ass bitch and a submissive whore. I have daddy issues. The reason I like it so rough is because my early years were spent as daddy’s sex slave. I was not a happy girl. I ran away as a young teen and straight into the arms of men as bad if not worse than daddy. My shrink says I pick bad men because I am hoping I can change them, make them love me and see me as a daughter not a sex slave. Maybe that is true or maybe I just am a glutton for punishment. I think in my subconscious I conflated pain with love, and I need to be hurt to feel loved. Fucked up, right? My messed up daddy issues, however, have made me a pain slut. I need pain to get off. I get on these dating apps and I slide right over the men who want to treat a woman like a princess. I might deserve a good man, but I do not want one. I want a man like daddy. One who sees me as a snuff sex slave. One who will not hesitate to take what he wants even if I am not in the mood to give it. One who will shame and humiliate me rather than whisper sweet nothings in my ear. One who will hurt me instead of hold me. One who will chain me up instead of letting me have my space. I do not want to be a girlfriend. I try to be a bad ass gfe but it feels fake. It feels unfulfilling. That is because I was born to be a submissive whore. Think you might be the man of my nightmares?
I auditioned for a snuff porn a couple days ago. I needed the money. I knew it was staged, but I could likely get hurt or ruffed up still. When you do these kinds of films, you must sign a waiver letting the studio out of liability. Some directors want their films looking so authentic, that a starlet like me may end up black and blue. I was lucky I emerged breathing this time. I did not sign a waiver. That should have been my first red flag. The movie was not being made in a studio but an old abandoned house. That was red flag number two that went over my head. Honestly, I was so desperate for money that I ignored that little voice in my head. I was told this was a scary snuff sex movie. The premise was that me and another girl were spending the night in a haunted house to win some money and we were being stalked by a serial killer. We think its just fake scares orchestrated by the promoter of the contest, but it is a real serial killer. This movie was just the same. This sexy blonde bimbo had an equally sexy blonde bimbo co-star and we thought we were just fucking each other in a creepy house, then suddenly some crazed man jumped out. We thought it was part of the movie, which is was, but this man was trying to kill us for real. We ran naked through the house trying to escape. He caught my co-star and chopped her limbs off with an axe. In that moment, I was never so scared. I realized this was not some staged snuff film. I was fighting for my life. As he came at me with the axe, I ducked and tripped him. Then ran naked out of that hell hole. I ran right to road and got rescued by a stranger in a Ford pickup. I am lucky I got out alive. My co-star did not fare so well. Anyone can make snuff movies these days and not all are staged.
I went looking for trouble and found torture sex instead. I answered an ad I saw looking for a buxom blonde stripper. It was a private gig. All the clubs are closed now and honestly, I needed the money. It looked like a harmless gig. Some wealthy guy with a yacht throwing a party at sea. I wanted to be on a yacht. I have been cooped up inside for too long. Some fresh air, sunshine and horny men was just what I needed. When I arrived, everything seemed copasetic. This looked like rich married men wanting some action after a few months stuck at home with their wives. That was part of it, but their idea of fun was more like something out of one of the Hostel movies. They waited until we were out to sea to show their true colors. I was in the middle of a sexy striptease when one of the men used a cattle prod on me. Shocked the piss out of me. I was convulsing on the floor like I had a seizure. They all kicked me when I was down. They stopped for a second and the man who hired me started counting. I was not sure why, but when they backed off, I ran. I was on a yacht, not many places to go, but they clearly wanted to play cat and mouse. I thought I found a good hiding spot, but someone found me, and the game was over. They tied me to the stripper pole and whipped me. My skin was blistering and cracking. They did not stop there. They paid for me and they were going to fuck me too. They just saw me as a dumb whore no one would miss. They acted out their rape phone sex fantasies and tossed me in the ocean. I think they thought I would drown, but no one with tits as big as mine drowns. Luckily, we were only a couple miles out from land, and I washed up on the shore. They probably think I am still dead. I hope they do because if they find out, I doubt they will fail at killing me again.
Do you like a hot kidnapping phone sex tale? I was out getting some fresh air. I feel like a caged animal. I am sure you can relate. I was walking, taking in the night air and listening to some Ozzy thru my headphones. I was not aware of the car following me. Once I turned on a dead street to circle back home, some one jumped out of the car and shoved me in the trunk. I thought it was master as first, so I did not panic. I panicked when the trunk opened, and I saw some stranger with steel in his eyes. I asked him what was going on. I tried not to show my panic even though this was a panic worthy moment. He ordered me out of the trunk. He had the gun, so I did not fight. Contrary to my persona, I do not have a death wish. Not this week at least. There was a castle in the background. A beautiful, old Gothic building. My fantasy mind got ahead of me. I wondered it this was Dracula’s castle. I have a thing for vampires. It was not the home of Count Dracula, but pardon the pun, it was a blood relative. All vampires descend from him. I met a handsome count who looked hungry. I speculated that this virus has hurt their feeding schedule. Not as many folks out and about at night. No easy prey stumbling home from a bar at 4 am in the morning. I offered my neck to him as a gesture of kindness. I just hoped that he would see my willingness and find some way for me to remain living. I can be quite helpful. He bit my neck and I felt immense pain, followed by immense pleasure. I lived but I now belong to him. I am now in charge of talent acquisition. That is just a fancy way of saying I work in the kitchen. I find him tender flesh he can devour nightly. Whatever he has in store for me, I will embrace. What is your fantasy phone sex scenario?
