What are you taboo phone sex fantasies? I have all kinds, but my favorite involve torture. I am a pain slut. It all started when I was very young. Daddy did very bad things to my ass. According to my therapist, I cut myself as a way to feel in control over a life that was out of control. It was a bunch of psycho babble. The truth was I was a pain whore. I would use daddy’s razor blades to cut my flesh, then use my own blood as lube to play with my pussy. I wasn’t traumatized by daddy using my bottom like I was an ass rape porn star. I realized I loved pain. I also discovered I had a morbid curiosity for blood. Flash forward two decades and I am a submissive whore who loves to be hurt. I need men who aren’t afraid to leave a mark on me. Knives, razor blades, nails, hammers, pliers, hat pins… Sharp and blunt objects that can cause deadly trauma are my favorite for you to use on me. I am well beyond the ropes and chains phase of my life. I have built up a high tolerance for pain over the years. What kind of damage can you do to me? Are you man enough to do it?
Snuff porn is 99.9% fake. At least what is on the Internet is fake. But, every now and again one makes it on the Internet and people assume it is a really good fake snuff film, but it’s not. I saw one recently I knew was real. My companion for the night asked me how I knew it was not fake. I knew because I was there. About three years ago I woke up chained in a basement. I had clearly been force fucked for hrs, maybe even days. The last I had remembered, I was having drinks with a guy I met online. That man drugged me and sold me to a guy for $1,ooo. A mere grand was all my life was worth. I was not the only woman in that dungeon. This was clearly a Hostel type situation. Women were kidnapped, drugged and sold to the highest bidder to do whatever the fuck they wanted to them. I thought I had been sold simply for gangbang rape porn. That was just foreplay to them.
As I was bound in shackles, I was forced to watch them mutilate a young girl. She didn’t look like a street girl, runaway or even a junkie. This was some family’s pride and joy. The more I focused on her face, the more I realized who she was through the bruises and swelling. She was a high profile missing girl from an affluent family. I knew they would never see their baby girl again. I watched as some masochistic asshole put her on an old time rack. I didn’t know they existed. Her tiny teen body was torn in half. I watched mortified, fearing that was my fate next. I wanted to vomit as I watched her body twitch. She did not die instantly. Her brain took awhile to catch up to her body. I watched as blood and sinew poured from her body. I counted in my brain how long it took her to die. 240 seconds. Approximately 4 agonizing minutes to die. As I watched the snuff film with my companion, I told him how many seconds it would take her to die.
How did I survive he asked? I was never meant to die. Only to bear witness to the fact that snuff movies are real.
Snuff porn is so popular. It is a dark fetish for so many folks. Even women have snuff fantasies. Some women are really cruel mistresses who love to kill blonde bimbos like me. I answered an ad on the Back Pages for a threesome. It sounded like a hot scenario. I saw pictures of the couple, very handsome. They just wanted a subbie playmate. I fit that bill. When I arrived, I knew something was off. This was no normal couple. More like Bonnie and Clyde or some other deranged killer duo in history. I could see the madness in their eyes. Hers primarily. Her soul was black. I sat down and she spit in my face, then poured her hot cup of coffee on my tits. She scalded my boobs and laughed. Flat out laughed as I cried in pain. I attempted to flee for the door, but he grabbed me. He restrained me while she kicked me repeatedly for hours. I was semi conscious when I got a reprieve. I heard them laughing in the other room. Blood covered my face. I was choking on blood and vomit. I was dizzy. Everything was blurry, but I tried to crawl to the door to escape. I thought I had my freedom. My bloodied hand was on the knob, when something sharp pierced through my ass. The pain was beyond imagine. It came out my mouth and pinned me to the door. I was speared. Spit roasted like a pig. I couldn’t breathe or move. Like road kill, I was waiting to die. Die at the hands of two strangers I thought wanted to fuck a submissive whore. My blue eyes looked at the man for some sort of answer as to why me. He knew that look. He patted my head and said, “Because you are a stupid whore who hooks up with strangers. The only good whore is a dead whore.”
I love fulfilling rape phone sex fantasies. This morning I got to be a little black cock cheating whore who got taught a lesson. I left my ex boyfriend for this big black bull who likes to rough me up. It is okay. I don’t mind him man handling because he has a 13 inch cock. Women will do anything for a cock that big. That is why so many chicks stay with assholes and wife beaters. They have a big dicks. They are only weak for huge cock. Well my ex heard my current boyfriend put me in the hospital. He showed up trying to get me back. He was pretty shocked that I chose to stay with a man who made me black and blue. I had to dish out some tough love. “You are pathetic. You have a little dick. Leroy is more of a man than you could ever hope to be. Now leave,” I yelled at him. I was sure that being humiliating on my porch like that would make him leave. He snapped. He started calling me a Nigger loving whore. Told me I likely have a diseased cunt. I didn’t know who he was anymore. I yelled at him to take his tiny dick off my porch. Fucking fool. Yell all he wants; that is not what makes a man. Every woman knows that cock size is what separates the boys from the men. The moment I started taunting him nonstop about his tiny dick he lost it. Pulled out a knife and stabbed me in the stomach. I fell to the ground. He pulled his cock out and fucked my ass as I laid their bleeding out. He picked up the knife and stabbed me more. This time in my whore bags. He came in me as I took my last breath. He taught this black cock cheating whore her final lesson.
I have been told I am the perfect snuff porn star. I don’t know how to take it. I think every submissive whore fantasizes about being killed at the hands of a strong dominant man, but in reality she doesn’t really want to die. I can’t control fate, however. If I am meant to die at your hands, then so be it. I went out for my morning jog . It was way too hot to be running later in the day. I took a new route through the park. Something hard hit me in the head. I kept running despite feeling dizzy. When blood started running down my face, I knew something bigger had hit me than I thought. I guess my adrenaline was pumping. I stopped, stumbled and passed out after seeing a shadowy figure. I awoke tied to a St. John’s cross with an industrial vibrator torturing my pussy. I started convulsing from the over stimulation. I begged for mercy. If he wanted to explore some rape fantasy he had, I assured him I wouldn’t fight back. “I’ll do anything, just please don’t hurt me,” I begged. “I’m not going to violate a diseased whore. I’m just going to bash your brains in,” he replied with an evil laugh. I pissed myself in fear. He sounded like Jack Nicholson in The Shinning-completely deranged. I knew he was serious when I saw the table of torture devices. Deadly items like saws, hammers, butcher knives and chainsaws. He started by ramming a sharp spike between both tits. I let out a blood curdling scream. My tits were spit roasted. He pierced my clit with a similar object. Blood was trickling down my body like I was a Vampire’s bitch. When I started to pass out from the pain, he punched me in the face. The cross I was affixed to spun around. He gave me a spin like an amusement park game as he threw knives at me. One hit me in the femoral artery. Blood gushed out of me. I felt cold, weak….as things went dark, I heard him say, he was going to enjoy my warm dead corpse.
My masters run the gamut. Some are very cruel men who like to inflict pain. Others are more on the sensual domination side. Master Troy is somewhere in between. I was very excited for our date. I groomed myself accordingly as he likes a smooth surface. It began with forced intoxication. He loves to make me sick from alcohol. I had to chug everything from wine to whisky. The combination of the liquor made me puke. I was so drunk I fell down. Slipped in my own puke. As I was dizzy from intoxication, Master Troy barked orders at me. I had to do various tasks. Crawl to him with a paddle in my mouth like a dog bringing him a slipper. He then used that paddle repeatedly on my bare ass. My knees were covered in puked. I was light headed, feeling really ill. He made me chug more booze. Jagermister. It tasted like licorice. It was awful. I would rather guzzle a bucket of cum. That was coming soon. The more I drank, the more I puked. Master Troy was laughing at me. Taking pictures of the “wasted whore.” He kept pushing me down with his foot as I tried to get up. My body was being used as a mop. He pushed my face in the puke. I was so out of it, I licked it up like his pet. I am his pet. I am his whore. I was a hot mess, but that didn’t prevent master from making a gangbang ass rape porn with me as the star. He ushered in a bunch of men I didn’t know. I couldn’t really count, but from the feel of the cocks in my ass it was a lot. At some point I passed out in a pool of puke and cum. Whore written across my face in my own lipstick.
Do you have snuff phone sex fantasies? I swear every caller I get does. They are more common than you think. Either I am the woman who scorned him and he wants revenge or I’m daddy’s little cock teasing whore in need of punishment, deadly punishment. Or, sometimes I am just a random opportunity to do very bad things to; things men have dreamed of doing but fear of prison prevents them acting on their dark desires. Whatever the call, there are literally a million ways to die. They range from simple and quick to elaborate and painful. All of which get my cunt really wet. I know, right? What is wrong with me that I get off on killer phone sex? My psychologist says it comes from feelings of worthlessness. I have daddy issues. Personally, I just think I am a sick and twisted pain slut. Therapy can’t help me. I was a cutter as a young girl. I have little razor blade scars all over my body. I loved mutilating my pretty flesh. Now, I love men mutilating my body. They love it too. I get cut, branded, burned, bruised, stabbed and sliced. The feel of blood trickling or pouring out of me is an arousing sensation. I like being vulnerable. I like not having control. I like not knowing what could happen to me. The more creative you get with our little snuff porn endeavor, the wetter my pussy gets. I have been told too that my screams, pleas and cries are cock hardening. I can’t help it. I love starring in my own horror movie. Well costarring. You are really the star as you have all the power and creative control over my demise. Just promise me you will make it as gory and humiliating as possible.
Domination phone sex is what I want. Sometimes, however, I need to be careful what I ask for because domination comes in all sorts of forms. When I told Max I was a good submissive whore who did whatever she was told, I didn’t think he would make be drink so much. He loves force intoxicating girls. Getting them fall down drunk. All I had in my house was a bottle of Tennessee piss water, some pot and a small bag of coke. That was enough party supplies for me. The Jack Daniels was a gift. I’m a Kentucky bourbon girl. At first it started out as doing shots. A shot then a line and repeat. But he didn’t think I was getting drunk fast enough. I am a tall sturdy girl and a seasoned drinker. That means I can drink a lot, even more than most men. He changed up the game. I had to chug the bottle like it was water. I was gagging. Gulping as much of the whiskey as I could. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. I felt dizzy and sick. I was slurring my words, stumbling. I tried to walk and fell over my couch. Face down in the carpet. I managed to still be talking somehow. I puked. My caller was getting off on that. I don’t remember everything, but I do remember him ordering me to lick my puke up off the carpet. I was so drunk I did it. I didn’t even fake it. I didn’t lick it all up, however, because I puked again. Passed out on my caller. Woke up this morning to an email praising my acting talents. Telling me it was the best and most realistic forced intoxication phone sex call he has ever had. I didn’t really realize I could fake it. I am a submissive whore. I do what I am told, no matter how humiliating and disgusting I find your request.
It’s snuff porn Sunday. Every caller I have had today wants to kill me. That is not unusual, however, most men want to do very bad things to me. I have a tendency to bring out the evil in men. I remember this one time a few years ago. I was on a date with a Wall Street banker type. I had always heard that the men in the most high powered jobs are the ones likely more docile, more submissive with women. It makes sense really. Doctors, lawyers, CEOS… they have so much riding on their decisions, their actions, that they want to give up power in the bedroom. I thought I was safe from a night of abuse going out with Reggie. I met him at a Starbucks. He seemed in awe of my beauty and not in a “I want to take it from you,” sort of way either.
I don’t remember much about the date until I woke up in an executioner’s mask and Reggie was choking me. He degraded me as he abused my body. He ridiculed me for thinking an educated wealthy man like himself would actually want anything to do with a trailer park whore like me. He carved WHORE into my stomach with a razor blade so I would never forget what I am. In fact he sliced my entire body with that blade. Nothing deep, but there was blood. At one point I looked like Carrie at the prom. My entire body was covered in blood. Not enough to kill me, but enough to make me freak out. Enough to leave my body covered in scabs. Enough to cause a lot of pain. Imagine your entire body was covered in paper cuts. That is what I felt like. He mutilated my flesh for hours while humiliating me. He never fucked me. Well not with his cock. He abused my fuck holes with a baseball bat and other innate objects because I was probably “a diseased whore.”
I learned that day that no man is safe. I make even the meekest looking man do very bad things to me.
I have been told I give killer phone sex in more ways than one. I fantasize about being killed. Not accidentally either. I want to die in a very graphic and violent way. That is fitting for a trailer park whore like me, don’t you agree? I deserve the worst treatment imaginable. What can you think up? I love hearing how creative guys get with their snuff fantasies. One of my regular callers loves to torture me with all sorts of medieval devices that inflict horrible pain and kill me in the most violent ways. Another caller finds it hot to beat me to death. His dick gets hard looking at my purple, bloody, swollen body and hearing me plead for my life though gargled sounds as I choke on my blood. Another loves to pimp me out to his sick friends for snuff porn so they can gang bang me into pieces. I had a hot call last night where I was hunted like prey in the wilderness. Hunted like a deer. I was running around in the dark trying to avoid death, but I was not smart enough to escape the dark labyrinth of the woods behind his barn. He shot me in the shoulder to disable me, then like a dead animal, he tied me to a branch and carried me into his cabin in the woods. I was his dinner. The idea of being killed through cannibalism turns me on so much. It is so taboo. He stripped my body of all chemicals, shaved my bleach blonde hair, basted me with a herb butter sauce and put me in an industrial oven to slowly cook to death. He told me I would make a delectable meal. I was plump in all the right places. As my skin crackled and popped, I felt the life being cooked out of me. Perhaps in death, I can serve a man better than I ever did in life. In this case, I was served quite literally.
