Snuff porn gave me my start in the adult industry. I have been making hardcore BDSM films since I was 18. I thought I was pain proof. I have thick skin. I can handle pain better than most men can. I found out this week, I do have a pain threshold that can be crossed. I was doing a bondage film. The director switched gears on me. He wanted snuff, the real kind too. Apparently, he was paid a large sum of money to execute me on film. I have enemies. Men who hate me for not submitting completely to them. I was tied up, locked to a bar. I was being fucked hard in the ass. I thought I was making an ass rape porn, but then my star started taking orders from the director. He choked me, punched me, even cut me. I was gasping for air and bleeding. I had no idea what was going on. I signed up for a fake snuff flick, but this felt like the real deal. I started screaming for help. I was in a studio, surely some one would help me. But, no one did. In fact, they were all in on it. Suddenly, I had a small army around me and they were all helping to hurt me. Knives, whips, blow torches, any kind of torture device they could find they brought to the table to kill me with in unison. It was gang bang torture while the director filmed my demise. I endured hours of pain and torture while the director filmed it for a mystery patron. I thought could handle pain, but they found my threshold. I went into shock before everything went dark. I have made thousand of snuff movies in my life, but this one was real. This one was my last one.
As I listened to his killer phone sex fantasies intently, I got scared because I knew that soon they would not be fantasies. He talked about wanting a blonde bimbo to dismember. With no pain or numbing meds, he wanted to saw off the arms and the legs of a blonde slut. One that looked just like me. I started to run, but he over powered me. He grabbed my arm and twisted it in such a way that it snapped. I felt it break. I cried in pain. If that had been all the pain, I would have been able to endure it. What came next, was unimaginable. It was something out of a Texas Chainsaw movie. As I laid on the floor trying to move my broken arm, he fired up a chainsaw. I didn’t see it coming until my blood was splattering everywhere. I went into shock as I saw my one good arm severed from my body. He had an evil phone sex look on his face as he severed my other arm. I tried to run with severed limbs, but I slipped in my own blood. I hit my head and as I was on the floor squirming about, he cut me in two. I was eviscerated, laying in my entrails and warm blood. I would be dead soon. He waited until the moment I took my last breath before he fucked me.
I love taboo phone sex. I am a kinky sub who lives a BDSM lifestyle. Sometimes my experiences are like Fifty Shades of Gray, sometimes they are more like 8MM. It all depends on the man I am with. Tony is more sadistic than Christian Gray. I met him at a bondage club last month and we have been hooking up for BDSM games ever since. Last night, I met some of his friends at a BDSM party. Everyone there was wearing some form of a leather mask, even the women. There were a lot more men than women, however. I was a little nervous. Other than the fact that he likes fucking me, there is nothing binding us together for the long haul. He could just as easily snuff me out and move on. I was the first woman up on the chopping block. I was stripped naked and put on a St. John’s cross. It was the moving kind. A big executioner looking guy spun me around so quickly, I got dizzy. When I got my bearings, I realized that a group of men were surrounding me with their dicks out. I thought maybe gangbang rape porn time, but that was not what happened sadly. They each grabbed an instrument to whip and flog me with. It felt like a public stoning. I was whipped and beat at the same time with different devices, all of which left marks and broke skin. I was crying and begging for mercy, but they just laughed. They called me names and when they were done, another group of guys came up and did the same thing. I was bleeding and I was sure I had some broken bones, especially in my ribs. Tony told me that I was a stupid whore who he was done with. The way he said done, made me think he was going to kill me. I passed out and woke up at home, covered in blood and cum, barely able to move. I wished he would have killed me.
Taboo phone sex stories are something I have many to share. I have this one kinky master who is into a lot of fetish things. We hooked up the other night in his fetish basement. He strung me up in the air in a harness. He put these little pinching clips all over my thighs and pussy. It was like a swarm of bees stung me. My thighs and pussy were pulsating with pain. It was not pain I couldn’t handle, but it was annoying constant pain. Master brought out one of those industrial sized dildos too. Please and pain. He loves to inflict both at the same time. As he masturbated me with that large wand, I started pissing. I made a mess of Master. He was not happy that I pissed on him. It was like a flood gate had opened between my legs and a geyser spewed out. He started whipping me with his belt. The belt buckle lashed my labia making my cunt lips bleed. I was begging for forgiveness, but I angered him. I took my lashings, but he left me strung up overnight, bleeding and swollen and pissing on the floor. I loved every minute of it.
Torture sex is something I am no stranger to as a pain slut. I was a cutter as a young girl. I loved being in control of my pain. Now, I am rarely in control of my pain. I run with a bad crowd. I love bad boys and I have daddy issues, which means I lack good judgement when it comes to men. I met Charles online. It was Tinder, and I was looking for sex. I wasn’t looking for violent sex, however. I don’t always want to be abused, but because of my issues, I don’t judge character well. The signs were there in hindsight that Charles was a sadistic man not looking for casual sex. He didn’t want to fuck, well he didn’t want to fuck gently. He wanted to torture me; he wanted snuff sex. He told me he is in trouble with the law. He fucked some street hooker who lied about her age and she blackmailed him. He assumed the law was on his side because she was a street whore, but he was wrong. He didn’t pay her, and she called the cops. Funny, she was a buxom blonde too, just much younger than me. I should have realized that when he told me the story, that I was going to be the surrogate for his rage. He sodomized me with such force and anger, my asshole prolapsed. He choked me as he fucked me too. I still have purple ligature marks around my neck. I signed up for casual sex, but he wanted to fuck me to death. He damn near came close too. My ass is prolapsed, my neck is purple, and I can barely walk today. Just another day in the life of this fucked up taboo phone sex whore with daddy issues.
I love bondage phone sex. I am a kinky whore. Things got kinky as fuck last night at this underground fetish club. I have been there before. It is hit or miss. Sometimes it is tame and sometimes it is wild. Last night it was wild. I was the only woman in the place. That has never happened. I don’t know what was going on, but the men in the club were wild for me. They decided to all use me. I got tied up on a table with leather restraints. My tits were bound, and I couldn’t move. They pulled out their cocks. I was thinking gang bang, but they coated me in their piss. They peed in my face and my mouth; they even peed in my fuck holes. Once I was drowning in urine, they started fisting me. I wanted fucked, but they denied me. One of the guys said I looked like a diseased skank. They were content just to fist me. They laughed as they fisted both my pussy and ass at the same time. I was grimacing in pain. When I got shit on their hands, they made me lick it up. One of the guys said I looked like a snuff porn star, then he pulled out a knife. They took turns cutting my pretty flesh until I was covered in blood too. My open wounds stung from the piss still on my body. That was the wildest night I have had at that bondage club.
Do you have rape phone sex fantasies? Most men and women do, but in this Me Too generation, no woman wants to admit it. I have been force fucked before. I never protest much because I am a submissive slut. My daddy told me when I was a little girl that I was put on this earth to take care of men’s needs. Nothing else. He told me I don’t deserve love. I only deserve cum. I knew he was right then, and I know he is right now many years later. I was out at a bar last night. I got blackout drunk. I guess I passed out in the alley way going to my car. I woke up with my arms pinned behind my back getting gang banged by drunk college boys. They were high fiving each other as they sodomized my dry ass. I started screaming because it hurt. I didn’t really know what was going on or how long I had been naked in the alley. They were young, but they knew a whore when they saw one. My ass was leaking blood and cum. They fisted me a few times too. They told me welcome to the party when they realized I was awake. They didn’t care what they did to me. They were just enjoying making an ass rape porn with a drunk dirty whore. Just like daddy and his friends so many years ago.
My punishment was snuff porn. I didn’t have to make it. I had to be the star of one. I cheated on him. He put a tracker on my car and busted me with my trainer. I was in trouble. He had always told me that if I cheated on him, I would wish I was dead. He was right, too. He dragged me by the hair from my lover’s bed. I was half clothed, but he didn’t care that he was making a spectacle. And no one cared about a half-naked blonde bimbo. When we got back to his place, he tossed me in his basement. It was dark and musky. I was terrified. I don’t like the dark. I felt things crawling on me. Spiders and those creepy house centipedes were swarming my body. I felt sick. I screamed for hours. I tried to flick them off me. He knew my fears and used it against me. He asked me if I was sorry yet. I told him I would do anything to make it up to him. Anything. I would rather be dead than in that basement full of creepy crawlers. He released me, but it was not a better fate. Just one less heart pounding for me. I am a pain slut; I could handle the whipping better. He strung me upside down from a banister and whipped me for so long, my flesh tore from my body. It was like being a black slave in the late 1800s. He left huge gashes in my flesh. No way I won’t be scarred for life from that. He left me hanging upside down bleeding overnight. The next morning, he cut me down and made me breakfast like nothing had happened. This taboo phone sex slut is dating a sociopath. I will never escape him.
You must be careful who you tell your dark fantasy phone sex desires to because some sick fucks want to make them a reality. Russ is an old friend. A party and fuck buddy. I have known him since my street hooking days as a teen girl. He was a drug dealer back then. Still is, just he is the man in charge now with a huge organization. One night we were trying out some new coke he had and sharing our dark desires. He asked me to tell him something that might shock him. I told him I had gangbang rape porn fantasies. The violent kind. The kind where I was tied up and ravaged for days, living on nothing more than cum and piss. He gave me a what the fuck look. When a drug king pin gives you that look, you know you are fucked up. I told him that years ago. And somehow, in his doped up stupor, he remembered it. Last night we were partying and the next thing I knew, I was tied up being forcibly gang banged by his dealers. There were like 6 men taking turns on me all night long. Ass and cunt prolapsed. Rope burns from being bound for almost 24 hours. Sleep deprived and covered in cum. I looked like Russ had dumped a bucket of jizz over my head. You couldn’t even see what color my eyes were. I love being mistreated, but Russ is one sadistic man. He sat on my dark fantasy for years, waiting for the right time to make it happen for me. He showed me no mercy. That was okay. I am a taboo phone sex whore. I deserve no mercy. I just deserve to be used for mens’ sick pleasures. I know you agree.
Torture sex is not just something men do to me. I torture myself too. I am a pain slut. I was a cutter when I was a school girl. I think my pain tolerance grew from self-mutilation. Once I was a grown woman, I looked to other things to give me pain. Men are impressed with my pain tolerance. It is so high that I sometimes must fake cry. Men don’t like being shown up by a girl. Last night I hooked up with a guy I met at a BDSM club. Club members call him the Punisher. He loves to inflict pain. I had heard rumors about him but wanted to see if he was as bad as women say. I have a higher threshold than most women, so I needed to test things with him on my own. Fuck, I met my match. He was a punisher indeed. He had these long needles and he pierced my clit with them, and he used them on my vagina lips, making my pussy look like it had been sewn shut. He used more needles on my nipples. All my most sensitive parts were stitched with needs. Little droplets of blood coated my body. My cunt was wet. It was real pain. Not snuff sex pain, but hot mutilation pain. I think I will be seeing more of the Punisher.
