I’m a taboo phone sex whore, so I am no stranger to pain or kink. I made a New Year’s resolution that I needed to expand my sexual horizons this year so I placed at ad recently on the back pages for escorting. I just worded it as stripping since escorting is actually illegal. I was surprised that I got a call for a Bachelor Party. But I guess I should not have been surprised because most strippers fuck, especially when hired for a private gig. I didn’t think much of it, in hindsight I shouldn’t have gone to some stranger’s house with about 50 other men there too, but I want to take more risks in 2017.
The house was pretty fancy. There was an entertainment room bigger than the house I grew up in. It had built in speakers and a stripper pole. Oh, and a stocked bar with a bartender. I did a few shots, then they cued the music and I went on the platform for a pole dance. As I bent over to shake my naked ass, cigarettes were flicked on me. Before I could turn around , they tasered me. This was certainly more risk. As I was down on the ground in a pool of my piss, they tasered me again. This time to the pussy. I was flopping around like a fish out of water. They showed me no mercy. They were laughing at my pain. I told them they could do anything they wanted to me as long as they didn’t keep tasering me.
Because they knew I didn’t like electric shock, they kept doing it. I could smell the slight hair on my pussy burning from the electric shock. As I was down, they decided that they would make a homemade gangbang rape porn. They fucked me like I was a dead fish. I was just lying there, motionless as they rammed their dicks in my fuck holes. It was an awful night. I just told myself it would be over soon and I would have rent money and lived up to my goal of having more dangerous experiences in 2017. No. They came on me and threw me out doors in the cold with nothing but my jacket and purse. I ended up with frost bite on top of electrical burns. No money as promised. Now I will have to take even more risk because the rent is due Friday or I am homeless. 2017 is already promising to be a dangerous year.
I assumed the ass rape porn position. I knew I was going to be anally punished. I had been a bad whore. I was instructed to bring master back a pretty young thing and I came home from the mall empty handed. I was weak. I felt sympathy for a young girl whom I knew would be sexually abused and tortured then discarded. I lied and said the mall was dead. I can’t lie to him. He sees through me because he owns me. In the position, I have no idea what is coming. I just know it won’t be pleasant. He is quite cruel and capricious. I felt several hard whacks with his hand on my bare ass. I knew that was just warm up. When I come home empty handed, I have to pay the consequences. What came next was his fist up my ass. He made sure to have all his big rings on his fingers so it really hurt. I got lost in the pain. It was hard to determine what was going in my ass. There was a beer bottle. I definitely felt a bat up my ass. He loves to torture my butt with big objects. I guess I wasn’t in pain enough for him and he broke one of the beer bottles to fuck me savagely. Now I was paying attention. A pain slut like me needs more than a baseball bat up the ass to scream. Broken glass taught me a lesson. With my ass bleeding and shredded, I went back to the mall and got him what he wanted. A perfect little blonde angel to fuck. Young, tight and innocent. Nothing like me. I was bringing this angel to hell, but if that is what master wants, that is what he gets. What do you want?
Snuff porn Christmas is what naughty whores receive. I was at a bar last night getting drunk with random men. Last thing I remembered was doing lines of coke off some dude’s dick in the bathroom. I woke up hours later tied up in a basement. No memory of how I got there. No recollection of my captor. He was not the guy I was doing coke with when my memory last worked. I explained that he didn’t have to hold me captive. I was a sick pain slut; I enjoy rough sex. Fuck it, I even enjoy torture sex. He didn’t want to fuck me. In his words, “I don’t put my cock in diseased cunt.” He spoke with such disdain for me. He clearly was a woman hater. I tried reverse psychiatry on him. That just pissed him off. I had no clue what was in store for me, but I knew it wasn’t good. Suddenly, I heard screams. I think I heard chainsaws too. Maybe it was a power saw. But what I heard was some sort of power tool combined with blood curdling screams. “Don’t mind that Cassie. Your turn will happen soon,” he seethed. I pissed myself. This was like a bad dream. Something straight out of Black Christmas. A man came in the room, covered in blood splatter and said, “Next.”As my ropes were untied, I kicked and screamed to no avail. I was dragged by my hair across the cold floor, even through pools of blood and guts. I saw a pile of dismembered body parts in the corner. I told myself this was some sort of bad drug trip. I closed my eyes and prayed, but I was still in a bloody wonderland when I opened my eyes. “You have been a naughty whore this year,” was the last thing I heard before the chainsaw cut my tits off…..
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.
