Snuff porn is a popular genre, but it is mostly fake. Or at least that is what I convince myself when a guy buys me to make a little underground film. I am always told I look so hot guys would pay good money to kill and torture me. I think it’s a compliment. My audition was standard. I showed off my body, screamed a little and sucked the producer off. Standard casting procedure for adult films. Lots of hot young girls dying to get on screen. I don’t care about being famous or infamous. I just want to be hurt. I just want to die. During my audition, I begged the producers to star me in something really gory and painful. I have a personal death wish. Pain, death dismemberment arouse me. When filming began, I was looking forward to something pretty horrific and extreme. My producer was Japanese and Asia makes the most gruesome snuff movies ever. I was tied to a bed with electrodes attached to my breasts, ass and pussy. This appeared pretty lame to me. I have been shocked before; that is not the kind of pain I deserve; not the kind of pain I want. A cattle prod or stun gun are like bee stings to me. But then, a switch was flipped and I was howling in pain, convulsing everywhere. I peed the bed, threw up and shook uncontrollably. I was sweating bullets, cramping all over when the switch was flipped again and again and again. My skin was burning. My flesh was charring. I was being cooked from the inside out and it made me cum so hard. I begged them to keep flipping the switch until I was dead but they refused to actually kill me. Would you finish them off for me? I deserve to die.
Rape phone sex fantasies are fun to explore with my callers. Just don’t tell a guy you are fucking that you get off to being force fucked. I’m seeing this new guy and we shared our dark fantasies. I told him, I had a stranger rape fantasy. The very next day as I was walking home from the corner store after picking up some cigarettes and alcohol, a few guys jumped me in the alley. I thought to myself, what a coincidence? I wasn’t too scared in reality, but I played the part. I screamed and begged for mercy. Informed my attackers I would do anything they wanted if they just didn’t hurt me. They roughed me up quite a bit, even bound my legs and arms so I couldn’t run away. They violated all my holes at once, called me names, even pissed in my face. Never once did they call me anything but whore. As they were skull fucking me and strangling my throat, I began to wonder if this wasn’t coincidence after all. My guy would not get that rough with me. He certainly wouldn’t damage me. He likes fucking me, doesn’t want to ruin me. I started to really get scared, no more play acting. When one of my assailants broke off a dirty beer bottle and sodomized my ass til it tore, I knew this was not an arranged attack. But I was mistaken. It was arranged. After they came in me, beat me up and sodomized me with a broken bottle, I was informed this was a message from Mr. Payton not to cheat on him. Apparently one of my masters caught wind of the fact that I was dating a normal guy and enjoying sex. He didn’t like it much. Stupid submissive whores don’t have boyfriends. They have masters. Another lesson learned the hard way.
I was told I was the perfect fantasy phone sex doll. Beautiful and submissive. As he told me he was going to hurt me badly, he did not give me a chance to speak . As he was discussing his very painful plan for him, he stitched my lips together so I would not try to scream. It is hard not to scream when being tortured, even for a subby fuck pig like me. After my mouth was sewn shut, he gave me a spiral fracture on both arms so I could not fight him. The pain was excruciating. I cried, but was helpless. At this point, I thought for sure he was going to snuff me out. I actually was praying for death. No such luck. Torture sex was this guy’s thing. He got off on my pain. I was laying on his bed like a broken rag doll, when I heard the scariest sound ever. A chainsaw. He came at me like Leather Face. I pissed the bed I was so scared. I thought he was going to saw me in half, but he just wanted to scare me. Mission accomplished. But after he removed my finger and toe nails with a pair of pliers, I wished he had sawed me in half. As if that torture was not bad enough, he soaked my exposed fingers and toes in bleach for more horrible pain. In debilitating pain and discomfort, he decided to sodomize my ass with a broken beer bottle. That was the best of the pain I guess. He kept me his captive for 72 hours. I was alive at the end, but barely. He called 911 as he left my place. Kissed my forward and said he would see me again soon. Would you be so kind as to make sure I got medical attention, or would have left me to slowly die?
The last thing I remembered was having drinks with you at the bar as we toasted the new year. I woke up your captive. Naked, chained and strung up in a net like a wounded animal. How long have I been bound like this? Trapped, no place to go. Scared. You ignore my cries and my pleas. I can peer down and see your torture chamber. You have knives, whips, chains, what looks like some medieval torture devices. What the fuck are you going to do to me? Am I starting 2016 off dead? I’m so scared, I piss on myself. Some falls on your head. Oh my god, what have I done. You look up at me with an evil pissed off look. You lower me to the ground with a hard plop. You cut open my rope trap and make me lick my piss off the floor while your boot is across my neck. I get a cattle prod to the ass, which makes me piss and shit. As you are using me as human mop, I hear the chainsaw. 2016 is not starting off well for this submissive slut.
Rape phone sex fantasies are a great way to get your frustration out for which ever bitch is being a twat waffle to you. Nothing says fuck you whore like a little force fucking on Christmas, right? Maybe your mother is a cock tease. Maybe some hot bitch has snubbed you one time too many? Maybe your mother in law is such a super cunt she needs a dick to take the rod out of her ass? Some women just need you to take them. Force them to do the things you know deep inside they need. Like a huge cock up their ass and down their throat. I use to be a stuck up bitch who thought her shit didn’t stink. I had no time for any guy who didn’t shower me with attention and his wallet. Then one day, a guy I snubbed broke into my apartment, tied me to my bed spread eagle and sodomized my ass for an entire weekend. He broke this bitch. I am now a submissive whore who never bitches, never nags and does whatever I am told. I bet there is a woman in your life who needs broke in. Maybe I can be your surrogate bitch until the time is right to give that woman in your life just what she deserves.
I have been told repeatedly I am a good fuck pig, perfect for domination phone sex. Men have been dominating me all my life. Now, they just own me on the phone too. It really is a sweet life I got. I get humiliated and made to do things to myself on the phone all day, then at night I hook up with Masters who abuse the piss out of me. Last night I met with a new Master. I met him online. It is always a risk hooking up with strangers, but I love the risk. One of these days I am going to end up sliced and diced in an alley like I deserve.
When I arrived at Master’s house, I was turned on by his dominance. An educated, sophisticated man. The kind of man who would never want a dumb stupid cunt like me. He showed me to his play parlor and stripped me naked. Next to where he had me kneel was a table of special toys. He had me select one then crawl to him with it in my mouth like a dog. My pussy was tingling. When I reached him, he had me put my ass in the air for 100 good doggy whacks. I had to count each spank. I messed up the counting because I am a stupid bitch, which reset the whacks back to zero. He tortured my ass with his bare hands and later a big candle that he lit. I had to hold it in my asshole until it burnt out. I woke up this morning with second degree burns on my once pretty pink rosebud. He says he owns me now. He may very well own me at night, but we all know that during the day, this stupid cunt is all yours to abuse and use.
Snuff porn addiction is what my current boyfriend suffers from. He watches it non stop, can’t get off unless the bitch is brutalized and tortured to death on film. I tried to tell him it’s all staged. No real snuff film has ever been documented. At least not one easily accessible to download by searching the term in Google. I am a submissive slut, but sometimes I wonder if men ever think with their brain. I mean were watching this movie with a girl who was just in another snuff sex movie we watched last night. I asked him how did he think a bitch could die twice on film if the movie was real? He thought my comments suggested he was a liar and he smacked me hard across the mouth. I had to let him skull fuck me while pissing down my throat to show him how sorry I was for being disrespectful.
He punched me so hard in the gut, I fell over the couch face down. He started strangling my throat and fucking my ass. As he was screaming about what a worthless stupid whore I was and how he was going to trade me in for a whore that knows when to shut the fuck up. I could feel blood gushing out my nose as I was slammed into the floor over and over again. He had so much rage for me in the moment. He even stomped on my back repeatedly crushing my ribs. It was the worst pain imaginable to me. I started to choke as blood filled up my mouth. I was pretty sure a rib punctured my lung. I lost consciousness but before everything went black, I heard him say, “Well then I will make the first real snuff film with you as the star bitch.”
Rape phone sex fantasies are pretty common calls for me. I use to think most men had such fantasies, but in reality, most men have real experience force fucking bitches. Some complete strangers, but often someone they know. As a woman you can never guess the “type” of man into force fucking a bitch. A few weeks ago, I took a temporary job for some extra cash as a receptionist. Answer phones and look pretty. Pretty simple work. The guy I worked for looked pretty straight laced. Not the kind of man into the BDSM scene. Looks are deceiving. This older man in a designer suit with a Harvard MBA who looked liked he had only fucked to procreate, had a mean nasty side to him. I now understand that many rich boys think they own everyone, especially trailer park whores like me. I messed up a message and saw his nasty side.
He pulled me to the ground with his fingers hooked in my mouth like I was a fish he caught. He shoved me in front of his dick. He made me unzip his pants and blow him. He skull fucked me. Ravaged the back of my throat until I was choking so bad I puked. He shot a load of cum all over my face, smearing my makeup. I looked like a strung out whore. He slapped my face a few times, then grabbed my blonde hair and ordered me to pull up my skirt. He ripped off my panties and fisted my cunt. It was more savage than his cock. He had a huge hand with lots of fancy rings. He fucked my cunt with his fist as I tried not to cry or scream. When my cunt was swollen and red, he tied up my clit. Cut the circulation off. He was clearly into torture sex. My only mistake was not giving him a message promptly. I was informed if I removed my clit restraint on my own, I may very well be a dead receptionist. He reminded me that I was pond scum and replaceable.
I finished off the day feeling like my clit would fall off at any moment. It was one of the most uncomfortable days of my life, and I loved every miserable, painful moment.
Cannibalism phone sex seems to pick up in popularity around the holidays. I think all those men with finer taste get hungry for an exotic meal. I’m a perfect meal, or so I have been told. I’m not too skinny, not fat, just got some meat on my bones. My callers have a lot of different ways of capturing me. Kidnapping, home invasion, duping me with a Craig’s List ad, hitchhiker, stranded motorist, drunk party girl… What remains constant however, is the preparation they take so I am ready to be served on Thanksgiving. I am caged; fattened up with protein shakes; my fake titties are carved out of me; my tats scrapped off me with sandpaper; my body washed of chemicals; my bleached blonde locks restored to my natural color or shaved; and all my piercings removed. Apparently, I will taste better natural.
Once restored to a natural state, the seasoning of my flesh begins. Sometimes I am basted in a herb and butter sauce. Other times, a seasoned marinade is used. I’m usually tenderized first so my flesh will hold the taste best. That is always very painful. There are lots of ways to cook me. Can tie me up like a turkey, stuff my ass and cunt with a sage dressing and oven roast me all day long. Bonus you get to hear my screams from the oven as I slowly cook to death. You can ram a spit roast though my ass and out my mouth, stuff an apple in my mouth and roast me over an open flame like a pig. You can listen to my blood curdling screams as the spit roast pierces my internal organs. . Being burned alive is nothing in comparison. You can even chop me up into little pieces and make a stew out of me. Get off as I bleed to death. Either way you choose to cook me, I am very delectable. Of course the way I taste, has everything to do with how you prepare me.
So what are you eating this Thanksgiving? May I suggest a nice blonde rump roast seasoned to your liking?
Being a bondage phone sex freak gets me in trouble. When you agree to be tied up, bound and gagged, it renders you powerless. Makes you a victim, easy prey. Last week I hooked up with this guy into hog tying bitches. I like feeling helpless and vulnerable. Now, most guys just like seeing a whore restrained. Limit her breathing, her movement, cause some discomfort and fear. As a submissive whore, I love that shit. I like giving control to another person. Mark was different from the beginning. I should have sensed he was off. He mummified me, which takes patience and dedication on a woman my size. He had be wrapped tighter than King Tut. I couldn’t breathe. Most guys cut a little airway so you can breathe, but not him. 
I must have passed out from lack of oxygen. I woke up freed of my cellophane coffin ,to being sodomized on a cold slab of marble. I was still bound and gagged, very vulnerable. He paid no attention to the safe word we agreed on. He force fucked my ass until it prolapsed and bled. I had a ball gag in my mouth. My hands and feet were bound. I was cold and in pain. He tossed me in the alley that way like a piece of trash. I laid in a heap of garbage over night with rats gnawing at my flesh until a city worker found me. He was a nice man, got me medical help. Little did he know that I was such a subby bitch, I would put myself right back in a dangerous situation again and again and again.
