Bondage phone sex gets kinky with me all the time. I am not a normal girl. I do fetish photo shoots and some of the guys who hire me are legitimate fetish directors and photographers. Others are not. It is a gamble, but as a taboo whore, I like risky odds. I take many risks. My last photo shoot was in Columbus, OH. It went well and was a legitimate outfit I have worked for before. That was a risk that went well for me. When one of the crew gave me the name of another director, I assumed it was legitimate too. That was a wrong assumption on my part and an example of one of many bad risks I have taken. I arrived at some studio in bumb fuck Indiana the other night. No crew. No set. It didn’t appear to be a legitimate operation, but being the dumb bimbo, I am, I didn’t turn away when the bells and whistles were going off in my head. A large man greeted me at the door and yanked me inside. In a matter of minutes, I was hanging upside down getting skull fucked. I was hoping that was the worst of it, but not by a long shot. He took a taser to my pussy and ass. I was convulsing upside down and pissing everywhere. Because of hanging upside down, the piss went all over me. I was tasting my own urine. He kept me strung up so long, I passed out because of the blood rushing to my head. The next morning, he let me go, but he made it clear I was not being paid to be his stupid torture sex slave. Live and learn. I am lucky I continue to live because I never seem to learn.
I was in Columbus again this past weekend for a torture phone sex shoot. There is an outfit there that loves me. They hire me every couple months. This was not the same director as last time. I recognized him though from the last shoot. He shared the camera with me as my executioner. This time he was behind the camera to film me. The studio was not as as busy as the last time. It felt off to me. I wasn’t sure why, but it did. I asked a few questions because I didn’t want to get myself in a jam out of town. This was a private film. A simulated snuff porn he assured me. It was for a private wealthy client. I saw 8MM. I called bullshit on the simulated part. I didn’t want to die. I was lured by the stack of money, tax free. I agreed. They didn’t kill me but it was torture. I was tied to a standing beam with my feet above the grown. It was mummification and breath play. I was sweating. I could feel my heart beat slowing down. I was not comfortable. When my costar pulled out his cock I thought if he skull fucked me, I might die. He skull fucked me but I didn’t die. I did pass out. Luckily, I was revived. I could have died. These were strangers. I was in a strange town. It was torture but torture pays well.
Torture sex was on his mind. I didn’t know him. He came into the BDSM club I was working at the other night. I moonlight at the front desk a few nights a week. He was not interested in one of our female patrons. He wanted me. I told him I couldn’t leave the front desk unattended. He was not happy to hear that. He made a few calls and the next thing I knew I was being relived by the owner of the club. This guy was a big spender, or I never would have been allowed to go with him. That scared me. Men with that kind of money will do anything to a woman, especially a submissive taboo phone sex slut like me. I had no choice. I could lose my job if I didn’t entertain this man. I went with him into the basement. That was the choice dungeon of the most wicked patrons. I almost pissed myself. I tried to keep my composure but when I saw the room, I panicked. I tried to run, but he slammed my head against the wall. I passed out. When I woke up, I was suspended over a free-standing rack. He lowered me onto it. The racked rolled, kneading my flesh hard. It was painful. Something sharp was on the rollers cutting and tearing my flesh. He attached electrodes to my body so he could shock me. He put a tube down my throat to restrict my breathing. Well, that is what I thought. It was to choke me on cum on piss. He had a pitcher full or urine and cum that he poured down my throat. I was choking and gagging. I threw-up and swallowed it right back. I was tortured for hours. Then just like that he left, and my boss released me. I still don’t know who was that rich and that sadistic to torture me at work like that. Was it you?
I was out of town this week for a few days but still managed to make a gangbang rape porn. It was not on my holiday agenda, however. I was at this little dive bar with my girlfriends. I can out drink all my friends. Hell, I can out drink most men too. I was making friends in this watering hole not far from where we were staying. This was hillbilly country. We rented a cabin in the woods. These guys I met weren’t like boys from Deliverance or anything, but they were rednecks. One was nice enough to walk me home. I was stumbling, but the cabin was half a mile away. He walked me to his truck where his drinking bodies shoved me in the back. They started fucking me and calling me a trailer park whore. I was drunk and disorientated. I screamed but that just brought more men to the truck to join in. A bunch of hillbilly rednecks gang banged me in the back of a Ford truck. They were brutal about it too. By the time they were done, I was covered in cum. My pussy and ass were bleeding and my clothes torn. I had to walk back to my cabin half naked in the dark. I can never escape taboo phone sex.
He told me his dark fantasy was sex with dead bodies. He was so handsome and powerful. I wanted to fulfill his fantasy. He had a smoldering sexy appeal. He made me feel weak. I suggested erotic asphyxiation. He pulled his belt off his pants and put it around my neck. I didn’t think he would kill me. I thought we had a clear understanding of safe words. When I yelled cheese, he would loosen his grip around my neck. I passed out a few times, but he revived me quickly. He was fucking my ass hard the entire time. He fucked me harder when I was passed out. After the second time, he fucked me with an intensity I had never felt. With every thrust, the belt got tighter and tighter. I was screaming the safe word until I had no voice anymore. I knew I was turning blue. He was in a zone. A zone that equaled snuff sex for me. I was struggling to breathe. It was clear to me; I was going to die. The fight in me left my body and as he fucked me, my body flopped around like a fish out of water until I took my very last gasp. Now I know. Never try to make a sadistic man’s darkest fantasy come true.
I have cannibalism phone sex fantasies. I know that is pretty sick, right? I fantasize about being killed, cooked and eaten by a man. Not sure where my fantasies come from. I am a submissive whore, but I want to live. Well, most days I want to live. I saw a movie a couple years ago called The Green Inferno. It is a horror movie about some college do gooders lost in Amazon jungle. They find a lost tribe who thinks they are dinner. Watching men and women being tortured as meal preparation made my pussy wet. I started thinking about a hitchhiker picking me up and having me as dinner. I thought about meeting the real Hannibal Lector and him dining on my flesh. The idea that I can serve a man better in death than I can in life gets me off. I don’t want it done slowly though. I want to be tortured first. I also want to be seasoned. Sautee my tits in an olive oil, butter my insides as well as my outsides and season me with some garden vegetables. I want the man who consumes me to get a hard cock smelling my flesh burn. So, what do you think? We can make a snuff porn and have dinner together!
Bondage phone sex is unpredictable. I sign up for some BDSM games and sometimes it gets out of control. Last night was one such night. I responded to an ad for an experienced BDSM model. I have been a fetish model for 15 years now. I have been a highlighted model on all the top fetish sites too, so I thought I would be perfect for the job. It was a scam. When I arrived, I was trapped. There was no modeling gig. I was forced to do life sex shows. BDSM sex shows for an online audience. The director was my captor. He showed me pictures of previous models. They were all dead. Beaten to death it looked like. I was going to be making a snuff porn if I didn’t give him what he wanted. I was duped into being a sex slave. I spent the entire day getting fucked in the ass. That wasn’t all either. He choked me repeatedly until I passed out. He would put something under my nose to revive me, just to choke me out again. I was screaming for help, but his audience thought it was staged. I was a trapped fetish model, forced to do live BDSM shows or die. I managed to escape only because I have been a prisoner before. I am sure I will be again too.
Domination phone sex is what I get for The Fourth of July. I hate fireworks. Never been a fan because I startle easily. Master knows this and he had a special celebration for me at the strike of midnight last night. He started his 4th of July celebration with fireworks. He was not shooting them off in the back yard with friends while drinking. He was lighting them off in his dungeon near my naked body. It was to terrorize me. I suffer from PTSD from my youth. My sadistic father would toss caps and other loud firecrackers at my feet and get off on watching me piss myself and cry. Master is even more sadistic than my father. He put a bunch of firecrackers in my ass and let them off. They burned my asshole and the flesh on my butt checks. It was torture sex, pure torture. They joked about my burning flesh like it was nothing. They pissed on my ass to put out the flames, but I knew better. They wanted to hurt me even more. Piss on my open wounds brought me to tears. They just laughed at the cry baby who didn’t like fireworks. They have been gang banging me ever since.
Rape phone sex fantasies are not just fantasies. Ask any submissive slut. She will tell you there have been a man or four in her life that have had their way with them regardless of their wishes. I was on a date last night. A man I met in a bar. He appeared normal. I mean he didn’t appear to be a sadist. I got no master servant vibe from him. I didn’t even tell him about my pain slut, subby sex slave life. I thought for once I could have a normal date with a man, but apparently that is not in my cards. We had a nice night, but I shouldn’t have gone back to his place for a night cap. He was giving me the I want to fuck your brains out vibe, but I wasn’t ready to have sex with him yet. I am trying something new. Waiting, having value in my body, so men will treat me with respect. When I told him no, he took what he wanted. First, it was my ass he used. With my hands pinned behind my back, he treated me like his personal ass rape porn star. My ass was sore and gaping open. That was just the beginning. He dragged me by the hair kicking and streaming to his bedroom. He tied me up and fucked my cunt while trying to strangle me too. He beat me and fucked me for what seemed like an eternity. And just when I thought he was done, his friends showed up to join t he party. I guess I am never going to find love and respect from a man. Every guy I meet wants to kill me or violently fuck me. There is no in between and I guess there never will.
I put an ad on a fetish site for snuff sex. I was feeling kinky. You inspired me. I spend so much time on the phone getting fantasy slain, that I wanted a more authentic feeling experience. It was stupid. It was dangerous. It was one of the hottest experiences of my life. Many men responded to my ad. Turns out quite a few men love the idea of no taboo fun with a snuff whore. James was the man I selected to meet. Not sure why, but he sold himself well as a lifestyle BDSM slave owner. When I arrived at his house, I was led to his dungeon. Hot damn, he was serious. He had a bed with a cage underneath for his slave to sleep. He had every BDSM device imaginable. I was looking for more than BDSM fun, however. I wanted violence. I wanted torture sex. That was when he led me to a room I never would have known existed. He called it his Disappointments Room. It is based on Gothic history. It was a room in a house to hide people, mostly retarded, sickly and deformed offspring, wives and family from the public. It was like these individuals never existed. They never knew life outside this room. It was horrifying to think that a man like James could keep a slave hidden away in his own home and no one would ever know she was there. I was about to enter this room but was not sure I would ever leave. He tied me to a table with leather restraints. He pulled out a bunch of surgical instruments and that was when I had regrets. He told me what a stupid whore I was, as he sliced flesh from my breasts. He mutilated my breasts and my pussy, performing Dr. Jekyll experiments on my sex organs. I saw the camera rolling and knew this was a snuff porn and likely not one I would survive.
