Body built for taboo phone sex was why he called me. He said I looked like a woman who could handle some pain. He had no idea. As a teen girl, I was a cutter. It didn’t start off as liking pain. It was because it was what I could control. How deep I cut, how long I cut myself for, where I cut myself were all variables within my control. A few years later, I was using razor blades on my flesh because I needed pain to cum. I am no longer a young girl. I have been inflicting pain on myself and letting others inflict it on me, so I am now a seasoned pain slut. When Ted told me to do things to my body, he thought I was faking things because I was not crying, I was moaning. Pinching my clit, slapping my ass, pinching my nipples is youngster play to me. If you want to hurt me, you need to bring your A game. Once I told my caller I was a seasoned pain slut he had me burn myself with a cigarette. Now that hurt because I burned my clit. I also rubbed Icy Hot up my asshole for him and I won’t lie, that hurt. I am pain slut. It just takes the right sadistic man to find my pain threshold with torture sex. Is that you?
I didn’t believe in hypnosis. That all changed when I met Pat. He wanted to help me slay my inner demons. That was only partially true. He wanted to get in my head and fuck with it. He brought out Cassie, by inner bad ass bitch. Cassie betrayed me. She told Pat things I don’t even admit to myself. Dark things about my father. I think he talked mostly to Cassie and the two plotted against me; played mind games with me. I am terrified of two things in this world: spiders and my father. Ever since Cassie ratted out my secrets to Pat, I am having the most terrifying nightmares. The one that haunts me the most is being tied to my bed with what appears to be a spider’s web. I hear a noise, a loud noise then I see it. A monster in corner of my room. One leg comes out of the darkness, then another. I suddenly realized this 8 legged freak was Godzilla sized. My heartbeat is racing so fast, I think my heart might burst. As the freaky ass spider approaches me, it’s head turns into my father’s face. Suddenly, it is half man and half spider, a metamorphosis of my two greatest fears. Then, the creature made an ass rape porn with me. I was never so scared in my life. But it is lingering. This fear I have of my father showing up at any moment again. I didn’t believe in hypnosis until I met Pat. Now, I am mind fucked forever.
Bondage phone sex keeps me tied up and busy. I recently traveled to a different city for a modeling shoot. The studio paid me handsomely. It was a fun shoot. I had to be in pristine shape before the shoot meaning that I could not any cuts or bruising on my body. I had to restrain from any BDSM fun, so after the shoot, I was fucking horny for some pain and cock. The photographer had a major hard on for me. He was a handsome bad boy. I know bad boys are bad for me, but I am addicted. He looked like my worst nightmare and that made my cunt super wet. I have a thing for sadistic men. My need for a hot bad man will get me killed one of these days. He took me to dinner first, so I thought maybe he was not as bad as I thought. Dinner was just a distraction. When we arrived back at his dungeon, he strung up to the rafters. I was suspended like a side of beef in the air. He turned off all the lights. It was disorientating and scary. There was a long pause in time before he started flogging me. I didn’t know how he did it. It felt like every angle was covered. I thought there had to be more than just one man whipping me. I was right. The lights came on revealing the entire set of the fetish shoot. They all wanted to bruise up my pristine body and they did. I was cover in welts and bruises quickly. I was hoping to be gang banged, but they all agreed I was likely a diseased whore, so I was just whipped until my skin was a far cry from pristine. The life of a bondage whore.
I made a gangbang rape porn last night. I was walking home drunk from a bar. I don’t live far from where I was drinking. I took a short cut thru the warehouse district. Some teens were getting high and skateboarding. I didn’t give them much thought actually until one skater boy stopped right in front of me and asked if I wanted some weed. They seemed harmless, but they were far from that. The others swarmed me too. I was under siege. They ripped my clothes off and duct taped my hands and feet to restrain me. I was tossed on the grown like a piece of trash. They called me a blonde bimbo and a whore as they took turns sodomizing my ass and fucking my cunt. They flicked their ashes on me, spit and pissed on me. When one of the hooligans showed me a switch blade knife, I panicked. Honestly, I was afraid I may not survive the assault. They all kicked me like they were reenacting a scene from a Clockwork Orange. It was awful. I was crying and begging for them to stop. They carved a big W for whore on my belly. I only survived by luck when a car drove by asking for directions. That stranger didn’t help me physically but he saved my life because in that moment I was able to break through the tape on my ankles and run naked home.
Torture sex is what I deserved. At least according to Samuel. What were my sins? Making his coffee with artificial creamer and not 2% milk. We were out of milk and I didn’t want to walk to the store, so I used the artificial creamer. Big mistake. One I paid for dearly. I heard him summon me to the basement. I honestly wasn’t sure at the start what he was pissed about until he asked me how he likes his coffee. In my mind it was not a big deal, however, the way he saw it, I deserved the death penalty. He tied me to a chair. I was stripped naked and my boobs were bound tightly. So very tightly that they started to turn colors. He then used them as punch bags. I thought he might bust one of my implants because he was punching my boobs so hard. He was spouting off about rules as he punched me. That was not all he did. He fisted my pussy and ass. He joked that I was lucky to be alive because he has killed for less. He scared the crap out of me. He beat the crap out of me too. He left me tied up for hours afterwards. I pissed myself. He just laughed at me when he finally released me and told me to make his coffee correctly or the next time or die. After what he did to me, I have no reason to believe he was bluffing.
Ass rape porn can be brutal. I was at a Memorial Day party on Monday. It was a normal cook out. There were even young ones there. I thought it was family friendly. I let my guard down not thinking this was some kinky orgy. As the day went on, I realized I felt drunk, but I wasn’t drinking alcohol. I thought it was the heat. It was a super hot day. The hostess suggested I lay down in her room and even brought me a big bottle of water. I woke up hours later being force fucked by men and women with strap-ons, including the hostess. She invited me because she knew I fucked her husband once. I didn’t even remember fucking him. I was likely high at the time. I fuck a lot of men; many I don’t even know their names. All these women and men wanted to fuck me for revenge. The hostess of the party I met a few months ago at a yoga class. I soon found out that was a setup. She had been plotting her revenge for months. The women were more brutal than the men. They had huge strap-ons, bigger than any cock there, and they fucked me with no lube. I was tied to the bed and they took turns fucking my pussy and ass. It was a revenge gangbang rape porn. My ass is still sore and still prolapsed. I guess I need to be careful who I fuck.
I had an ad out looking for domination phone sex. I wanted a new master. This one guy who responded was sexy as fuck. Older man, wealthy and very handsome. Many of my masters have not been handsome. This guy was like 50 Shades of Gray hot. I never vetted him. I was taken by his looks and let my guard down. He made me get to my knees the moment I met him. I was naked and on all fours within a minute of entering his place. He smacked my ass then shoved his fist inside me. He told me I needed slave training to be his whore, so he sodomized me with his fists. He was brutal too. He wanted my ass prolapsed so he could fuck it back inside me. He made me crawl around on my hands and knees like a dog. I had to eat his cum off the floor. I had to drink his piss too. He made sure I knew I was subhuman to him. Nothing more than a worthless whore to fuck. His sexiness quickly lost appeal the more violent he got with me. When I wanted to leave, he chained me to a table leg. He made me suck his cock after I had it in my ass. I was not a willing ass to mouth slave. I was not willing anything after he prolapsed my ass, but I belong to him now.
He wanted snuff sex. I can never say no to him. He owns me. At least for another year. I am his slave. He purchased me for a year from another man. My previous master owed him money and I have been paying it off with rough sex. This guy is not the make love type. He is the sodomize you until your asshole prolapses type. Last night, he shared me with some friends. They had been out drinking. I was waiting for him when he came home. Not like I had a choice. He had me in a dog cage. I couldn’t even turn around it was such a tight fit. Him and his friends gave me a true understanding of tight fit when they pulled me out of the cage. They wanted to see if I was as good as an ass rape porn star. They put four cocks in my ass at once. They laughed at what a whore I must be to be able to take that much dick in my tightest hole at once. They played around with the configurations. Sometimes it was two fists in my ass or a combination of fists and cock in my ass. Regardless, my ass was gaped open and sore as fuck. I didn’t complain because that always makes it worse. I am a bimbo sub. I just have to take whatever sick things they want to do to me in stride or I might die.
It was a snuff sex party. I thought it was a sex toy party. I was duped by the wife of a guy I know. She invited me to the party. I guess he thought I wouldn’t go if he was the one throwing it. Damn right, I wouldn’t have gone. Her husband is a sadistic tool. I avoid him when I can. He owns a fetish club I frequent. I guess if I was smarter, I would have smelled the setup. When she told me the other ladies were in the basement, I had a small thought something was up, but I thought maybe it was a recreation room. I stepped down into an unfinished basement and I knew. I swallowed hard and tried to run up the stairs, but the door was slammed and locked. Her husband and a bunch of his friends were waiting for me. He told me his club has rules they must follow to stay open. At his home anything goes. I can be their ass rape porn star or snuff doll. They wanted to torture me. They drew blood and bodily fluids. They left marks on my body, likely permanent marks too. They claimed I was a cock tease at the club letting men only go so far before I reminded them of the rules. In the owner’s basement, there were no rules. They smacked me around, punched me, burned me, fucked me and pissed on me. They did a lot more than that too. I thought I might die. I thought I was in a real snuff film. Before it came to an end, I wished I had been in a real one. I wish I could say I will never be so dumb again, but we all know I am a stupid taboo phone sex whore.
It is not a secret that I am a taboo phone sex whore. I can clean up well, look like a high class girlfriend but in the end, I am a dirty submissive whore. I was at fundraiser last night. I won the tickets. I never could have afforded to go to a black tie affair, but I wanted to go. I wanted to hobnob with the rich and famous. A friend styled me in a designer dress. She even hooked me up with her hair and make up folks. I didn’t think I looked or felt like I didn’t belong. Not until I met Jake. He saw through me immediately. He asked me what a whore like me was doing pretending she was something else. I wanted to act offended but the fact that he could see through me turned me on. Oh how wet it made my pussy. He pulled me into the kitchen area and told the staff to fuck me. He offered me up as a tip for their service. He was the host of the shindig and he gave me away for a gangbang rape porn. I was half mad and half aroused that he knew where I belonged. The help didn’t speak much English, but they knew I was a whore to use. They fucked me like a dirty trailer trash skank. Filled me up with cum and ruined my make up and dress. I guess that is what I deserved for thinking I could fit in at a high end gala when I am just a piece of trash.
