Domination phone sex with women is not what you would imagine. Women are far crueler than men. My master gave me to this woman for a day. He owed her a favor, and this was how she wanted repaid. She wanted to abuse a woman. She wanted to abuse me. She was not into typical BDSM games. At first, it seemed okay. I had to worship her ass and cunt. I spent a few hours with my face buried in her fuck holes. She smelled nasty and tasted worse. I swear she purposefully didn’t shower to humiliate me. I thought if it was just an evening of smelling her dirty ass, I could handle it, but she was jus warming up for some anal torture sex. She had a variety of large objects never meant to go in an ass. She put a ball gag in my mouth then started ramming large things in and out of my ass. In her words, “I’m going to ruin your asshole bitch.” I have heard that before, but this bitch meant it. I felt the pain. Sometimes it felt like my insides were being yanked out. Every shit stained object that went up my ass, went in my mouth too. I had to clean the shit and blood off everything that she fucked my ass with. The five hours I was with this bitch seemed like an eternity. I just hope Master doesn’t share me with her again. When I left, I was prolapsed again. Master just fucked it back into my asshole like he always does.
He had a killer phone sex fantasy. As a submissive whore, I love catering to your darkest desires and fantasies. He has long gotten hard at the idea of having a captive sex slave in his basement. He has a wife and brats. He lives the idyllic suburban life. Nice house, nice job, nice family. All that bores him; but his family, his community, would never understand his need to punish and subjugate women. He kidnapped me hitchhiking. In his mind, I was nothing more than a dirty blonde bimbo no one would miss. He tossed me into this dark and damp room. I was chained to a stake in the ground. There was no light, except for his flash light. He told me scream all I want, no one would hear me. This was some cellar beneath the basement no one in the family knew existed but him. I screamed, but he didn’t flinch. This was not the first time a woman had been held here. I was alone in the dark; I was cold, scared and hungry. I had no idea how long I had been on that concrete slab, chained up like a wild animal. He came downstairs with some food in a dog bowl. It was dog food. I could eat it or starve he said. I didn’t eat it. I was hopeful I could get away. He pulled his cock out and sodomized me for what felt like an eternity, then he left. I cried and screamed alone in the dark, but he was right. His family above had no idea that their perfect husband and father had a woman imprisoned below them. He came back a few more times and force fucked me some more. I had a pot to piss and shit in. Dog food to eat. He told me to be grateful I was still alive. No, this is not living. I hope I die.
As a taboo phone sex whore, I need to be ready for anything. The men in my life are unpredictable. They love to hurt me, abuse me, and force fuck me. I have been double dipping in masters. I have an evening master and a day master. I thought I was sly and could get away with it. It all blew up in my face this weekend. I got busted. One master was at my house when the other made a surprise visit. They weren’t mad at each other, they were mad at the lying skank, which was me. I tried to smooth talk my way out of it saying I am a worthless whore who always needs two men to keep me in line. They ganged up on me. I was tossed into my basement where most of the hardcore BDSM equipment is kept. I was kicked, whipped, spit on and fucked. Did I mention it was for hours? They went Clockwork Orange on me and kicked me like a soccer ball. I was bloodied and bruised when the fucking starting. My eyes were swollen shut. “Not so pretty now are you whore,” one of them yelled at me as he slapped my face hard. They watch way too much ass rape porn because they were sodomizing me with both their cocks at the same time. My asshole tore, and I could feel hot sticky blood dripping down my ass. They left me tied up all weekend. When they returned yesterday to release me, they double penetrated my ass again. I’m still prolapsed and sore, but ready to serve you master.
Violent phone sex fantasies consume me. They always have. I need hardcore snuff and torture porn to get off. I can’t watch vanilla shit. It does nothing for me. I was watching this gory horror film with a guy friend of mine last night and I think I shocked him when I started playing with my cunt. This girl was getting butchered and dismembered and I had my fingers up my cunt like a deviant pervert. This guy friend is a fuck buddy. He is not one of my masters. He likes me and has no desire to hurt me which is why he is just a fuck buddy. I use him for his cock and his fingers. He can finger my ass and pussy at the same time, giving me a hard orgasm. I had him do his magic while I rubbed my clit. He doesn’t like snuff movies as much as me, but he likes me, and he will do anything for me. I got nasty. I cut myself, so my blood dripped on his chest and cock. He had no idea I was such a nasty freak. When he saw my blood, his dick got rock hard. I think he even shocked himself. We used my dripping blood as lube as we fucked our brains out. He didn’t dismember or butcher me, but he fucked me like he wanted to and that is a start.
It was raining last night. I was on an old dark road. I got lost coming home from a party at a friend’s house. My car skidded off the road. I hit my head. I got confused and foggy. A stranger helped me, but I passed out. I woke up in a strange house. I had on different clothes. I went to ask where I was and what happened, but my lips would not open. They were sealed shut. I thought they were glued, but he showed me in a mirror. I screamed but no sound came out. He stitched my lips shut. He said he was turning me into a doll, a life-sized sex doll. As my memory came back, I realized I didn’t have an accident. He ran me off the road. He tied my arms above my head. This was extreme bondage phone sex. I was restrained and mute. I knew he couldn’t skull fuck me, but he made use of my other holes. One hole was his favorite. It wasn’t my ass or my pussy. It was my pee hole. It hurt like a bitch. Never have I had anything so large crammed down my pee hole. My urethra was not made for a ten-inch cock. No one’s urethra is made for that. I was crying, ugly crying from the pain. I was bleeding like a stuck pig. I couldn’t plead with words, so I tried to plead with my eyes and my body. He was in no hurry to let me go. He poured his Jack Daniels down my pee hole because he didn’t want any germs from a disease ridden skank whore. That is what he said as he force fucked my pee hole, the tiniest hole on my body. I was hoping he would kill me, but he knocked me out and dropped me off at the local hospital. I woke up in a hospital this morning pretty banged up. I was drugged, but I know what happened to me wasn’t a dream. I was peeing blood as proof.
Do you like home invasion phone sex stories? I have one to get your cock hard. I was working at the strip club the other night. I was making great money too. I learned how to pick up tips with my cunt. There was a total creeper stalking me all night at the club. He didn’t want a lap dance. In fact, when I asked, he told me he doesn’t pay whores. I figured he was just a pissed off man who couldn’t get a woman as hot as me. That was what I thought until I woke up in the middle of the night with him staring at me from the edge of my bed. I screamed as loud as I could, but my screams were soon muffled by his hands. He hogtied me, but not before he ripped off my clothes. He reiterated that he doesn’t pay whores and added, “I don’t need to pay a whore like you because I can just take what I want.” He then forced his cock in my ass. He wasn’t using lube because he insisted a dirty stripper whore would be wet from pain anyway. He almost choked me too. It was rough sex, but not consensual. I was counting down the seconds until it was over. I tried to get my head somewhere else as his fat sweating body was humping me. I wasn’t sure if he would kill me or not. He let me live, but he warned me about telling a sole because he knew where I worked and where I lived. He added that he was a rich attorney, and no one would believe a stripper whore was assaulted. He was right. I just prayed he would not pay me a visit again. Do you have rape phone sex fantasies too?
When you are a taboo phone sex slut, guys know you will do anything they want regardless of what you want. I have been seeing this guy who treats me more like a pet than a girlfriend. I understand that a trashy bimbo doesn’t deserve to be girlfriend material. I spent the night with him Friday night, but it was not a romantic evening. I was his sex slave. He has an S and M bed. My hands were handcuffed to a bar above the bed. I was naked, on my knees with a spreader bar between my thighs. This keeps my pussy open for him to abuse. He pierced my clit with a hat pin like I was some carnival freak show act. I let out a blood curdling scream as he pulled it out and licked the blood clean from the needle. I thought I might puke. I was not expecting that. He smeared a little of my own blood on my lips. His cock was rock hard. That was nothing compared to the lighter to my clit. He was enjoying the torture sex of my body. I was shaking from the pain. I think at one point I was in shock. When he shoved his fingers up my cunt, we were both surprised at just how wet I was. The night went on forever. I was in pain, but my pussy stayed wet. Maybe I am a carnival freak act after all.
Taboo phone sex slaves like me enjoy being used and abused. I thought I did until I met Master Matt. We met online. We hooked up a few time s to fuck, then the last time, he wouldn’t let me go home. He tossed me in his dungeon basement. I was stripped naked and tied up. For days, he only came down to let me pee in a bucket. Shit too. He fed me scraps of food like I was a junk yard dog. After a few days, I smelled and was starving. I would have done anything he wanted for a ham sandwich. What he wanted was anal sex. Not just any kind either. He wanted anal torture sex. I bent over and took his dry fist up my ass. He told me to bleed for him. I had no control over that. He had all the power. He just twisted his fist a few times and he got what he wanted. Blood and shit on his hand. He loved abusing me. Our sexual encounters before, he said, were boring. He wanted me in pain. He wanted proof of pain, like blood. He got it. He humiliated me too. After he anally fisted my ass until it prolapsed, he dumped my bucket of piss and shit on me. He left me there for a few more days.
He made me his snuff sex accomplice. I didn’t want to do it, but I had no choice, or I would die. I babysat some young girls on his orders. They are his nieces. He got me the gig. Said he met me at the gym and I was a nanny. Do I look like a nanny? I look like a whore. I had to make my boobs look less big. I had to dress down and act like the kind of woman who likes brats. I knew if I was not convincing to his brother and his wife, I would be in for a world of hurt. I had specific instructions to drug the girls with a special cocktail mixed in their milk. Once the girls were out cold, I texted him. He came in to have his fun. He has had rape phone sex fantasies for his nieces for a long time now. He needed me to make it happen, so no suspicion would fall on him. If anyone thought something bad happened to these angels, it would be me, the babysitter, that would take the blame. I knew this. I just hoped he didn’t ruin their holes like he does mine. I took a few pics that he doesn’t know about. I need protection because I am sure he will throw me under the bus. He uses me to get young tender age girls, but now he is fucking family. There is a link to him and me to his nieces. He said he was going to fuck them gently, but he doesn’t know gentle. I watched him sodomize the passed out girls. He fucked all their holes. They were virgins. I could see the cherry blood on his dick. He was smart, he pulled out and came on me instead. He did some damage to their holes. I cleaned them up as best as I could, but no way they won’t wake up sore in the morning. I have my proof. Just hope he doesn’t find out or he will kill me for even thinking of blackmailing him.
Torture sex is what you get when call a woman an ugly bitch. This cunt came into the strip club and insulted me when I was on stage. The cunt had no room to talk. I called her a fugly bitch and suggested she go troll somewhere else. Big Al kicked her out of the club. She was watching for me as I left and jumped me as I went to my car. She hit me over the head with something that knocked me out. I woke up at her place. Her and a few of her friends decided to fuck me up. They were kicking me in the stomach. That was what woke me up. A bunch of ugly bitches had me tied up, stripped nude and bound on the floor. The position I was in highlighted my ass. It was exposed for a reason. I soon new the reason was to be an ass rape porn star. The bitch that heckled me at the club had the stick to a mop in her hand. It wasn’t thick, but it was fucking long. She dipped the rounded end in some Biofreeze then rammed it up my ass. Oh, my fucking gosh that hurt. My ass was on fire. It felt like I got stung by bees in my ass. That was nothing, however, compared to that stick up my ass. It was tearing through me so deeply I thought it might come out my mouth. It felt like I was shishkebabed. I think my ass is ruined. I take a lot of cock in my ass, but I have never had anything that deep penetrate my butthole. I am still sore and bleeding. I better watch out who I call ugly. I bet you could fuck my prolapsed ass back inside me.
