Strangulation phone sex chokes the life out of a girl. I am a fan of erotic asphyxiation, but it is a dangerous fetish. I met a guy on an asphyxiation site. We hooked up last night. It was a risk, but a risk that I was willing to take because I get off so hard with it. I am a pain slut. He promised to not go easy on me. He had fantasies about strangling a girl. I wanted to be that girl! We got together last night. I had him come over to my house. I had a variety of ropes, belts and scarves to use, but he preferred his hands. He put his hands on my throat as he kissed me and ripped my clothes off with the other hand. I was fucking drenched at the thought of him fucking me after I passed out. I lost consciousness quickly. He woke me up with smelling salts. His cock was buried in my ass when I woke up. His big hand around my throat. He said I was turning blue and purple around my neck already. That turned him on more. He fucked me harder. I spent the night passing out and being revived. My ass, pussy and neck were all abused. I loved every moment of it too.
He told me I was his snuff porn doll. I knew he meant it too. I was chained up in his bedroom. I was there for several days. I owed him money from a bad debt, and he was collecting with a pound of flesh. My flesh. He said I was too pretty to fuck, so he beat me black, blue, and purple. I hate when men hit my face. Most guys don’t want the bruises they give me to show. Most men don’t want to ruin my face. My face and my tits are what make money. He was not most men. He was a sadistic man, a heavy misogynist, and a violent man. I would be lucky to survive him. I almost didn’t, however. He punched me so hard in the face, I tasted blood. He laughed as I cried. I tried to fight back the tears, but he was making me ugly with his fist. He took turns between fucking and hitting me. The harder he hit me, the more he fucked me. Punching me made him horny or perhaps it was my crying. It didn’t matter, I was being abused and he was amused. I was saved by the bell. Literally, saved by the doorbell. His wife came home early from her trip, wondered why the door was deadbolted. She unwittingly saved my life. He forced me out the window and down the fire escape. I guess I need to be cognizant of who I owe money too.
I am no stranger to violent phone sex fantasies. Men have been hurting me all my life. My caller last night wanted me to go back into my past to talk about my daddy issues. He wanted to hear about painful memories. I am a submissive slut, so I sucked up my personal pain to tell my caller what he wanted. One of my earliest memories of my father was not long after my mother left us for another man. Daddy had some friends over. They were drinking and playing poker. I had gone to bed. I woke up when I heard my bedroom door bust open. Daddy and his friends came into my room. I could smell the whiskey on their breath. I was scared. Even at that young of an age, I knew a bunch of grown men standing around my bed was not a good thing. I sat up in bed, rubbing my eyes. I asked daddy what was going on. He ripped my clothes off, shoved a washcloth in my mouth and invited his friends to fuck me. I now know it was a gangbang rape porn. I cried, screamed and fought as drunk old men pushed their cocks into my tiny pussy. It seemed like it went on for hours. It probably did. When they left, I was messy. Their cum was oozing out of me, along with lots of blood. I was so sore. I tried to pee, and it burned. I washed myself up, changed my sheets and cried in bed all alone. From that day on, I was just daddy’s fucking whore. It was the night that began my life as daddy’s little subby bitch. I may have left my father, but I am still a subby bitch. Just now, I like being used by groups of men.
It was a torture sex night for me. I was not prepared for it. I was out dancing with girlfriends. I hooked up with this guy who told me to call an Uber when we were done fucking. He said he doesn’t drive trash home. I was embarrassed and humiliated, so I left. I called the Uber, but I got in the wrong car. Boy, was it the wrong car. He had a fake Uber decal. I never paid attention to what my driver looked like or what car he was driving. This poser drove me to some underground club. He pulled me out of the back of his car kicking and screaming. We were soon inside some dark club. It was a BDSM looking place. It was far more sinister than BDSM, however. This was some sort of torture chamber. As he dragged me downstairs and through hallways, I heard screams. I got glimpses of women being tortured and mutilated. The driver got to a room, knocked then handed me over to another man in exchange for money. He was just the wrangler. This tall handsome man looked me up and down, then strapped me to a table. I saw all the medical instruments next to me on a little metal tray. He started to cut my flesh and peel back layers of my skin. He branded me too with his initials like some cult leader. He fucked me while pouring acid on my tits. My screams of agonizing pain made his cock harder. He started stabbing my big fake boobs as he fucked my ass. My blood made him harder too. I was in pain, crying, screaming and he just kept fucking the shit out of me. The more I cried, bled and screamed, the harder he fucked me. The fake Uber driver drove me to my death.
I enjoy exploring your fantasy phone sex desires. It doesn’t matter how wild or violent, I am a good submissive who caters to a man’s fantasies first. When I got into trouble last week, I tried to flirt my way out of trouble with the cop. It wasn’t as easy to do as it once was when I was in my 20s. I am in my 30s now and for the cop who pulled me over, I was way too old to fuck my way out of a speeding ticket. I had to get creative. I showed him a picture of a pretty hot teen slut. I told him he could get some friends together for a gangbang rape porn with her. The problem was the picture was of me when I was a teen girl. I had to find a blonde teen girl to do it. I went to the mall and lured one away. It is easy too do. I told her I was taking her to an audition for a horror film. I spiked her drink and when she got woozy, I tied her up and told my cop I had his package ready. Him and his friends fucked the shit out of this teen mall rat. I felt bad for kidnapping, drugging and duping her, but I can’t have a speeding ticket. It is the survival of the fittest in this world. When my old used up holes don’t get me what I need, I kidnap a younger model who will.
My daddy had more than just rape fantasies. When I was a young girl, he made money off me with gangbang rape porn videos. He would give me a lot of Benadryl and a shot of whisky and let random men fuck me. I would try to act like it was just a dream, but I would wake up the next morning with a sore butt hole and cum in my pussy and ass. I could barely walk. The older I became, the more I resisted and the more difficult it became to drug me. That is when daddy started using rope to bind me, so I couldn’t fight. Twenty years later I am still the subject of rape phone sex fantasies. My current boyfriend is just like my father. A mean son of a bitch who pimps me out for money. I guess you can say I have a type. I like bad boys clearly. My man pimped me out on the weekend to a bunch of guys who violently gang banged me. They were savages and now my ass is prolapsed, and my pussy is stilll healing. I had so many cocks in my cunt at once, my inner pussy lips tore and required stitches. But my boyfriend made money just like my daddy did and that is all that matters, right?
I know he likes sex with dead bodies. I bring him girls all the time to kill and fuck. I knew it would be my number eventually. I pissed him off. I brought him a little girl like he asked, but she was not a virgin. I just assumed because of her age that she was a virgin. I guess her daddy got to her just like mine did to me at that age. I should have done the finger test. Master is always telling me to stick a finger up their bald little cunnies to check for an intact hymen. I didn’t do that and now Master can’t sell the little whore for as much as he could if she was untouched. He slapped me around first. That was followed by rough sex. He was strangling me while imagining I was his ass rape porn star. He shoved his cock inside me so deep, his balls went flush against my ass. Master has a big dick too. He is about 11-inches. As he was brutally fucking my ass, he was strangling me too. Chocking the life out of me, so he could fuck me dead. He loves fucking girls after he has killed him. I just never thought it would be me. But there I was feeling the life go out of me for fucking up his instructions. I hope he enjoyed me after he killed me.
Guys call me often to explore their rape phone sex fantasies. My daddy had his way with me when I was just a little girl. I am accustomed to being force fucked. I hated my father. I ran away when I was a teen girl. I ran right into the arms of men just like him too. Men who just want to fuck me. Men who just want to use me. I have learned that I don’t deserve love and affection. I am a worthless fuck slave. I met a much older man last night who was eerily like my father. He was with his little ones trick or treating. He saw me and saw something he liked. He came back later in the night and took what he wanted. I don’t know why I let him inside. My daddy issues, I guess. He slapped me, then tore my clothes off. He forced my head down on his cock. I was gagging, barely able to breathe. He had stuffed his entire cock and balls down my throat. That was nothing compared to what he did to my ass. He fucked it so hard, my ass prolapsed. My asshole was on the outside, sore, swollen and bright red. He laughed at my prolapse. I begged him to leave. He slapped me again, made me call him daddy and fucked me harder. Once he was done, I was a hot mess. Coated in sweat and cum, turning black and blue with a prolapsed asshole. I guess I am destined to always be daddy’s little fuck slut.
Snuff sex is all I am good for. He made that abundantly clear the other night. We met on Tinder. He wanted a submissive whore to fuck. I was hoping for bondage, maybe some light BDSM fun. That shit was too vanilla for him. Not what he wanted at all. He wanted to hurt me. He tied me up with my own rope in my own bedroom and whipped me. He was a lifestyle S and Mer. He brought his whips and chains and other BDSM equipment. I was not getting the Fifty Shades of Gray treatment I was in the mood for. I was getting the Saw torture porn treatment. He cut and burned my flesh. I screamed bloody murder. That made him harder. I was scared. He pierced my nipples and my clit with a long needle. Torture sex got him off. Not what I signed up for, at least not that night. I was not sure if I was going to live or die. I was bleeding. I was battered. I was defeated. He left me tied up and in pain until a neighbor rescued me. Never again will I do Tinder.
Snuff sex is all I have now. I am part of the undead. He turned me. My sexy, mysterious, powerful lover turned me. Now, I am a creature of the night. One of the lost girls. My hunger is real. I have tried to resist what I am, but I was starving. I went out after midnight to hunt for food for me and master. He was hungry too, but if he dies, I die. So, I went out to get him food. To get us food. I looked for something young and tender. Young flesh is healthy and yummy. Sweet blood. I found a young hooker, but she could have been diseased, so I kept looking. I went to the movie theater and found a sweet young blonde girl. Blonde mini me without the tits and still alive. She was perfect. She was on a date. They looked like high schoolers. Perfect. Two for one. I thought master and I could eat the girl, drain her blood and quench our hunger. The boy I could turn for my own sexual pleasure. Wasn’t sure master would go for that, but it was worth a shot. I hypnotized our dinner and brought them back to the castle. Master was so pleased with the young morsel I brought him, he said I could do what I wanted with the boy. I turned him as he was fucking me. His little girlfriend didn’t fair so well. Master likes to play with his food first. He used her like an ass rape porn star before he drained her of all her blood. He was so into her sweet taste; he didn’t live me even a drop. That changed things for my boy toy. No more turning the lad. He became dinner. But he was a good fuck. I guess I just had dessert before dinner.
