He said I looked like a snuff porn whore. That should have been my clue. My red flag. I’m attracted to dangerous men. I felt powerless when our eyes locked at the club. I knew I was in for trouble, maybe even deadly trouble. I went into a private room with him. I don’t know why. I was afraid of him, but wildly attracted to him at the same time. He ordered me to strip for him. I did as I was ordered. I always do as I am told, even when it is detrimental to me. After I gave him a sexy dance, he put his cigarette out on my face. “You are too pretty for a whore,” he seethed. The pain was intoxicating. He punched me in the stomach so hard, I fell to the floor. I cowered in the corner like a scared animal. I was scared. He took off his belt. He beat me for what seemed like an eternity. “Why,” I asked? “Because I can, whore,” was his only reply. I was bloody, swollen and bruised. That was just the tip of the iceberg. He ushered in all the male patrons in the bar. “Free whore pussy,” he yelled before instructing the men to do whatever they wanted to me. Do you have rape phone sex fantasies? I have been force fucked all my life. I have grown to like it. I have grown to expect it too.
Do you have bondage phone sex fantasies? I am a bondage whore. I love being tied up. I think it is the vulnerability I enjoy. Not knowing what might happen to me next. I met Brett at a bondage club. There are all sorts of rules at a club. We sparked, so we left the club and came back to his place. His bedroom was a BDSM palace. He had a bed designed especially for BDSM games. He chained me to the bar above the bed. I was worked up with anticipation of what might come next. But what came next was he left. He left his house with me chained to his bed. It seemed like eternity before I heard the door open again. But who walked into the bedroom was not a man I knew. It was not Brett. I asked who he was. He slapped me hard across the face, then choked me until I passed out. I woke up with his dick down my throat. Brett returned with a few more friends. What I thought would be some fun bondage games, turned into a gangbang rape porn. I was chained up and fucked in every hole. Some of the men forced booze down my throat until I was puking. I was a hot mess. Covered in puke and cum. His bed looked like a porn shoot with all the cum everywhere. Eventually the whips and chains made an appearance too. I should have stayed at the club. They have rules about the exchange of bodily fluids. Here I was a captive for a group of strangers using me as a human toilet and cum dumpster. They all passed out eventually, but I was still chained to the bar above Brett’s bed. I woke up the next day smelling of booze and sex. I was sore from my arms being suspended above me for almost 24 hours while fucked. I prayed they were done with me, but day two was just the beginning of a weeklong torture experiment.
When he picked me up at the bar, he recognized me from some ass rape porn I have done. I’m not ashamed. Letting men do whatever that want with my ass, pays the rent and more. We were at his place when he requested a show. He had all sorts of ass sex toys already out for me like he knew he would meet me tonight. I was buzzed on fruity drinks and horny as fuck, so I stuck a string of balls up my ass while he jacked off. I was buzzed, but suddenly I got fucked up. Like sick fucked up. I knew he spiked my drink with something, but I was not sure with what. I started seeing double. I asked for some water, got piss in the face instead. I puked. Started shivering, practically convulsed. No mercy was shown. In fact, he laughed at me before he grabbed a baseball bat and rammed it up my ass. He said he loved bloody ass sex. I screamed in pain as it went so far up my ass it felt like it was going to come out my mouth. I kept puking while I was receiving torture sex up my ass. When he pulled the bat out of my ass, it was dripping with shit and blood. He forced me to lick it clean. I puked some more tasting my bloody shit hole on his bat. He grabbed my hair, twisted his hand around my hair until I thought he might scalp me. My face was forced down in my puke. Then I was forced down in the bloody shit mess that came out of my ass from being sodomized by a baseball bat. He knew he would meet me that night because he stalked me for weeks. He was ready for me, but I could never be ready for him or anyone like him.
I’m what you would call a dark fantasy phone sex slut. I cater to those fantasies you are afraid to even admit you have! The ones no woman in her right mind would let you explore with her. You can tell me anything. I am anything but right in the mind. I didn’t grow up in a loving 2 parent household. My mother was a crack whore who left me and my daddy when I was knee high for her pimp. I looked just like my mother, which pissed off daddy. He was saddled with a brat who reminded him of his whore wife; a brat he never believed was his in the first place. Needless to say, I was daddy’s punching bag. He slapped me, even sucker punched me every chance he had too. I would be sitting at the table doing home work when he would toss a beer bottle at my head and spit in my face. He would always tell me that if I told a soul, I would go into foster care and be treated even worse. Eventually daddy treated me like an ass rape porn star too. Fisted my ass, sodomized it with his beer bottles, eventually his cock. I have been a fuck pig all my life. I guess you could say I have daddy issues because even though I ran away before I finished school, I ended up with a series of men just like daddy. I never went to college. I don’t even have my GED, but I found my way in the fetish world. I discovered I am very good at being a submissive whore. I excel at being treated like a piece of shit. I get off on being degraded and extreme pain. So don’t worry about your sick fantasies. They will not scare me away. They may not even be sick enough for me.
Strangulation phone sex is fairly new to me, but I discovered at a bondage club recently, I rather like being choked out. And not just by cocks. The power of your strong dominant hands around my neck makes my pussy wet. I know you could snap my neck like a bird. That kind of power you hold is intoxicating to me. Last night I hooked up with a guy I met on Fet Life. He was looking for a bitch to throttle. He had a preference for blonde bimbos too. When I met him, I had a pit in my stomach. It was from fear, but fear turns me on. I knew he was the kind of man who could easily kill me; likely wanted to kill me. He put a choke collar on me instantly. Slapped my face and punched me in the gut. He wanted to make sure I knew I was property. HIS property. I did too. I was weak in the knees, wet in the pussy and warped in the brain. He put his big hands around my neck and squeezed so tight I saw stars then passed out. Woke up with him fucking my ass with his hands around my throat again. He never called me by my name. I was Whore all night. I could have died at any moment. I was never so turned on in my life.
I’m just a snuff porn fantasy doll. Men do whatever they want to me and I’m a willing accomplice in my humiliation, torture, even death. Why would a pretty girl, even a smart girl, be into such vile and vulgar fantasies? Why are you into them? Because extreme taboo fantasies are hot. For most of us, we would never do many of the things we see in horror movies, but fantasy is fun. Everyone needs a little something extra to get off on the phone because it’s not reality. Even me. And for me, that extra something requires you to go very dark into the recesses of your mind because I am far from vanilla. My real life includes experiences that many of my taboo phone sex callers only wish they could get the women in their lives to explore. I frequent bondage clubs. I go to S and M parties. I have masters never boyfriends. I do rape fantasy porn and photo shoots. I explore pain and breath play. I like whips and chains. I enjoy rough anal sex with men and inanimate objects. I also enjoy piss and shit play. Throw in playing with four legged friends and I sound too good to be true, don’t I? Perhaps I need snuffed out? Any takers?
For months all I heard was a creepy voice on the other side of the phone saying, “I’m watching you Cassandra.” I honestly thought it was one of my former masters out to harass and scare me. I was freaked out some, but really thought it was a sick prank. I thought that until I came home from a party one night, walked into my bedroom and felt a hand go around my mouth. The way he said, “I have been waiting for you Cassandra,” was familiar. Eerily familiar. I peed in my panties because I knew it was my stalker. I didn’t recognize him, however. He put his hands around my throat in an attempt to strangle me. I pleaded, tried to scream to no avail. As he did his best to crush my windpipe with his bare hands he looked me square in the eyes and said, “The fun is only begun.” He tossed me to the bed by my throat. As I was gasping for air, he tied my hands and feet to the bed. He straddled my chest with a knife. When I screamed bloody murder, he punched me in the face so hard, teeth flew out of my mouth. I didn’t get any second chances. He plunged the knife in my stomach and sliced me open like a cadaver. I felt immense pain, then a cold nothiness that scared me. I was dying. I knew it. Too much blood was spilling from my body. My attacker put his hands inside me so he could play with my internal organs. He scooped out my insides and plopped them on my chest. He forced my head up so I could see the horror of my intestines wrapped around my tits like a macabre piece of art. Last thing I heard was his sinister laugh as he started to fuck me.
Domination phone sex is not my thing. I am a submissive whore; however, all my callers and all the men in my life are very much dominant towards me. One particular master is shared with a friend of mine. Masters can have all the slaves they want, however, we can only have one master. He put us together last night for some evil fun. Master has a very unusual fetish called KLISMAPHILIA. Ever hear of it? I had not. After last night, I wish I had never heard of KLISMAPHILIA. It is a fetish for enemas. I had no idea such a fetish even existed. The night began with us giving our master an old fashioned enema. It was one of those Fleet enemas. It was sooooo gross. Dani and I imagined we were ass rape porn stars prepping our co star for an anal torture scene. We felt dominant, but that feeling didn’t last.
Once his bowels started to go, he shit all over us. Explosive shit jet blasted our pretty faces. As if that was not bad enough, we had to lick the shit off his ass. It was everywhere too. I am a submissive slut, so is Dani; but scat play is nothing we enjoy. I have not had an enema since I was a little girl. My daddy always gave them too me. I guess in hindsight, my daddy had KLISMAPHILIA too. Dani and I wanted to barf, but if we puked, he would make us lick it all up. We cleaned his shitty ass up, but that was not enough for him. He forced us to give each other enemas too. There was shit everywhere. So much shit, we looked like mud wrestling lesbians. We are good submissives, so when master ordered us to eat each other ‘s shit boxes, we did it. It was so degrading, but by the time we were done, everyone was clean. We, however, were sick. What strange fetish do you have? Submissive whores are the best at helping you explore your taboo phone sex fetishes.
Snuff porn get your dick wet? It gets my pussy wet. I was hanging out with some guys friends of mine Friday night. We were playing XBOX games, which can get gory. Some video games are as bad as snuff films. We took a break to surf the Internet. You are always a keystroke away from porn. One of my friends was searching for info on the new Warcraft edition out soon, but when he clicked on a link it took him to an Asian snuff site. It was like watching that video in the Asian horror film The Ring. My friends suddenly had murder in their eyes. I got scared. The images on the film were horrifically bloody. They lunged at me. I fell back off the couch, hitting my head on the table. Blood trickled down my face. The site of blood made them more violent. Chad grabbed a butcher knife off the table and plunged it into my gut. Troy put his hands around my throat with such strength my left eye popped out of the socket. I was in excruciating pain, pleading for my life. They just kept stabbing and strangling me as if possessed. Their eyes were black as coal. Dead, just like I was about to be. As Chad stabbed me in the stomach repeatedly, Troy let lose his vice grip on my throat so he could reach his hands inside my stomach and pull out my entrails. I was going cold. I knew I didn’t have much time left. Whatever was on that link turned my best friends into crazed snuff sex addicts. I tried to plead one more time, but my fate was already sealed. At that point, I wished for death to come quickly. As I watched two lifelong pals eat my intestines, I died painfully.
What are your violent phone sex fantasies?
Ass rape porn Friday? Well, that is what this day has turned out to be for me. I went to a bar last night by myself. A biker bar known for a rough crowd. Women only go to such clubs alone for two reasons: to score drugs or get fucked. Sometimes they want both. I just wanted some coke, but I got way more than that. When a blonde tall buxom babe walks into a place like that all eyes are on her. I walked to the bar, ordered a drink and felt the stares. I waited patiently for the dealer in the place to approach me. Turned out it was the bartender. I scored my coke and started to leave. In fact the bartender encouraged me to leave for my safety. He equated me being in his bar after midnight to jumping into a poisonous snake pit. I was just asking for trouble. I downed my drink, pocketed my coke and got up to leave. The moment I stood up, someone grabbed my blond hair and yanked me back. The rest is sort of a blur. My face was shoved down on the bar so hard I bit my lip. I felt hands groping me. More hands tearing my clothes off my body. I felt a sharp prick then things got hazy. Heroin I think. Never been my cup of tea. I felt cocks penetrating my ass with no condoms or lube. Dry, rough, anal sex is the worst. Men were burning my ass with cigarettes, smacking it too as they force fucked me. It was like an out of body experience. I was high as fuck. I couldn’t fight if I wanted too. I woke up naked in the alley behind the bar. Whore was written on my forehead in my crimson red lipstick. Cum was leaking out of my bloody, battered asshole. I managed to call Uber to get home. I got my coke. But I got way more than I bargained for too.
