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?
No girl says she wants to make snuff porn, but I am not just any girl. I am a submissive sex slave. I am a pain slut. I am a nasty freak. I did not like being a young girl under my daddy’s roof. I was just too young and inexperienced to appreciate what he did to me. In hindsight, he made me the dirty adult entertainer I am today. I could never have a vanilla job. Not with my background. Not with my dark desires. I put an ad out on a fetish site that I wanted to be daddy’s sex slave. Not just any daddy’s girl either. Daddy’s snuff sex slave. Men were eating it up. My phone was blowing up from men who wanted nothing more than to rough up their baby girls. I picked the perfect time too for such an ad. Men are cooped up inside with their young cock teasing daughters and no creative outlet for their sexual frustrations. Most wives would castrate a father for wanting to fuck his baby girl. That is where I come in. I am the surrogate daughter. I am happy to take daddy’s big cock up my ass and in my fuck holes. I am happy to be daddy’s punching bag and toilet. I am happy to let daddy’s friends gang bang me too. Adam was my first daddy over the weekend. He bought an anything goes taboo fuck slut to explore his daddy daughter dark desires. He violated my little asshole while pulling my hair and slapping my ass. He tied me up and left me while he walked his dogs. He struggled not to kill me because he was having so much fun hurting my holes. I may have not enjoyed pleasing my daddy when I was super young, but I am all grown up now and I crave daddy’s abuse.
Cannibalism phone sex gets me wet. The longer I am stuck at home, the darker my fantasies become. I have always dreamed about serving you more in death than I could in life. I am alone most of the time nowadays, so my thoughts run very dark. When I got a cannibalism call last night, it was like I knew my purpose in life. My caller had an elaborate role play for us. One that got my pussy wet and was vastly different from the typical snuff call. I was a blonde bimbo hitch hiking on the side of the road. He gave me a lift, but he did not take me to my place. He took me to his house instead. I knew he was prepared for me too. I could smell the aroma. It was like he was cooking dinner for us before I even arrived. I just did not realize that I was dinner. He went hunting and lucked out. He gave me a drink, but it was spiked with something. The next thing I realized, I was tied up, naked and being lathered up with butter. I had seen Silence of the Lambs. I knew he had some Hannibal Lector shit planned for me. I tried to convince him I was not a good meal. I have a fake tan. Fake hair. Fake boobs. I told him I would taste awful. He just kept on seasoning me. When he had me buttered and sprinkled in spices, he let know that he could make road kill taste like a gourmet dish. I was the road kill. He was just spicing me up, so I would be eatable. I fought him, but he was stronger, and I was bound. I was a snuff sex dinner. Road kill made palatable with butter and seasonings.
Do you like teen rape porn? Well if you said yes, that is something we have in common. I do not think of myself as a lesbian, but I do enjoy helping master or you snuff a young muff. Sweet young pink teen pussy tastes and feels good. Young pussy can cock tease men too, and master hates a cock tease. Master had his eye on this super young girl I am babysitting. Well, I am babysitting her for him. He got me a fake idea and created a fake profile on some sitter site. With little ones off school, there is a big need for sitters and not enough time to vet the folks coming into your house. Last night I crawled into bed with my charge. I molested her in her sleep until she woke up and master joined us. I was rubbing her sweet swollen slit. Her clitty swelled at my touch. It was like a tiny dick it was so hard. I slid down between her legs so I could lick her cunt. It needed to be wet enough to take master’s cock. I drugged her before bed, so although she was half awake, doubtful she would remember any of the illegal fun we were having with her. I was gentle on her holes, master not so much. He left the sheets a bloody mess. I had to change them and clean up the bloody crime scene. There was no way this little girl was waking up with no evidence of foul play. I just had to tidy up as best as I could, so it was not obvious when the cunt’s parents came home that we mutilated their daughter’s sex organs. I gave her a shot of tramadol. She would sleep through the night despite the destruction to her girl parts. By the time her parents realize what happened to their girl, I would be long gone and untraceable thanks to master. He is the best accomplice phone sex partner. He has my back, which is why I always get him what he wants.
I deserved torture sex. After all, I was put on this earth to please men. Master told me I needed to be a cock pleaser, not a cock teaser. Too many women just tease. I teased his friends. He had a poker game on quarantine. They just sat farther away from each other than usual. I had to wear a face mask. Nothing else. I wore high heels too. Of course, I would be a cock teaser. My big 38 DD’s were in their faces. My ass was too. Only Master’s cock was on my mind, however. His poker bodies smacked my ass, fingered my cunt, grabbed my tits, but I never touched them though. I thought that would get me punished or worse. Turns out not touching his poker pals got me beaten and tortured. Master wanted me to be a whore, but he never told me that. Since I cock teased his friends, he dragged me to the basement. He tied me up and tortured my boobs. Thick rope bound them; made them stick out like torpedoes. That is when he started punching them. I think he busted one of my saline bags. I yelled in pain like a wounded animal. I could see my boob all lopsided. They were turning purple. Master was hard as a rock as he bit my nipples and punched my fun bags. I passed a pain threshold I did not know I had. My boobs were hanging down and mishappen. I was in pain. All because I did not get master’s friends off. I think I was damned if I do, dammed if I don’t. Master just wanted to abuse me for shits and giggles. Torture phone sex is a sadistic man’s favorite way to pass time under quarantine. I will be lucky if I survive this.
Sometimes men just need some strangulation phone sex. I am the perfect victim too. A pretty, blonde bimbo who can be whomever you need her to be. The other day, I was the cock tease secretary for this guy I met on a fetish site. He needed a surrogate for some rough sex and BDSM play. I just needed to be a whore for a man. Any man. My usual clubs are all closed, even the underground ones. A submissive whore needs fucked. She needs used. She needs strangled. I love erotic asphyxiation. Breath play turns me on. Turns me blue too. Taylor is working from home. He has virtual meetings with his secretary daily. He misses her big boobs and bubble butt. Now that she is stuck at home, she is walking around in leggings and tight t-shirts, cock teasing her boss even more. I love roleplay phone sex. I will be whomever you want or need. I agreed to meet Taylor at his office. It is empty and he owns the building, so it was easy to get inside. We did a role play where I was his secretary. I had to wear an office friendly outfit too. I thought we were just going to do a little erotic asphyxiation play, but he got rougher than I expected. He slapped me so hard my lip and nose bled. He pushed me on the desk and strangled me as he fucked me. We agreed to no sex. He didn’t hold up to his end of the deal. He rammed his cock into my pussy then my ass. I passed out a few times, but he revived me just to make me pass out again. He was rough and sadistic. He really had some anger and frustration to get out. When he was done, he tossed me $20 and told me to call an Uber after I cleaned his desk up. He left me in his office with bruises forming on my face and neck. What taboo phone sex roleplay can I help you explore?
