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.
The first time I did ass rape porn I was so naive. I honestly just thought it was another term for rough anal. When I woke up the next day in the hospital I knew better. I had answered an ad in a fetish magazine for an anal rape porn. The pay was good, but I was 18 at the time and desperate for cash. I was living on the streets as my father had kicked me out. I aged out for him. I had outlived my usefulness. Two hundred dollars seemed like a lot at the time. In hindsight it wasn’t enough. I wasn’t paid to make an ass porn. I was paid for snuff sex. This dude with a monster cock was hammering away at my ass. My daddy use to sodomize my butt when I was young, but his cock was half this size. At the time I remember thinking this must be what it felt like to get a couple black cocks up your ass at once. My ass was bleeding. It prolapsed which at the time I had no clue was reversible. I kept smiling through the pain, keeping my eye on the money. Then suddenly hands were around my throat choking me. My eyes were bugging out, I was struggling to breathe. I heard the director yell, “Finish the whore off.” I somehow knew he didn’t mean make me cum. I played dead. I acted like I passed out. It was a trick I learned when daddy would sneak into my room late at night for special play time. I slowed my breathing down so much, the director actually thought I was dead or damn near it. They dumped my body in an alley, naked in the dead of winter. If I had been unconscious, I never would have woken up. I would have froze to death. Some good Samaritan found me pretty close to dead. He saved my life. I have been getting closer to death every day since. One of these days one of you will finally snuff me out for real.
Snuff porn was not on my to do list when I left the house to run some errands. I can be a dumb clueless blonde. I was self absorbed in my own world as I drove away from the mall that night. I was driving and texting so I never realized I cut a guy off when I ran a red light. Not sure how long he had been following me. I didn’t realize anything was wrong until he ran my car off the road on a desolate side road. I was taking a short cut home, bypassing the highway traffic. I hit my head on the steering wheel. When I looked up a bit dazed, I saw a shadowy figure in front of my car like something out of a horror movie. I rolled down the window thinking I had been in a car accident of some sort. He started yelling about women drivers. He was full of road rage. I got out of the car to apologize, but that angered him further. He punched me in the face. It must have knocked me out because I woke up tied and attached to some metal contraption. It was very dark and damp, clearly a basement. I was naked. I pleaded with him a thousand times over, but his road rage had only escalated. He took a baseball bat and beat me with it. I was helpless, tied up, unable to defend myself from the blows to my body. I felt my ribs breaking. Do you know what happens when your ribs break? They can puncture your lungs. I was starting to struggle to breath. I could taste blood even though I had no head injury. He laughed at me as my lungs filled up with blood. He sodomized me as I was dying. “Only good female driver is a dead one,” I heard him say before everything went dark.
Accomplice phone sex calls are not that common for me; however I love them. It is fun to aid you in snuffing out another whore. I am such a good submissive whore, I do whatever you tell me to do. Yes, that includes dressing up as a respectable soccer mom, and picking up some tender little brat at school for you to abuse, even kill. I know I look like a bimbo, but I can dress like a mother. Little girls always believe me when I tell them that I am a friend of their mother. They get right in the car with me. Stupid little whores. And, well, if you prefer a little boy victim, one look at my big tits and he will go anywhere with me. I am happy to kidnap any brat you want. I can help you make snuff porn too. I want to please you so bad, I will torture any little one for your pleasure. I can prep little virgin holes for your cock with dildos, even my fist. I have been the victim enough times too that I know how to inflict pain sir. So please understand that I can be your accomplice as well as your victim. If I am a poor accomplice, then you can snuff out two bitches.
Snuff sex was not on my to do list that day. I was walking through a local park listening to music when something hard hit me in the back of the head. I fell to the ground. When I touched the back of my head, it came back bloody. A rock had been tossed at my head. I suspected on purpose. My eyes were blurry. I felt dazed and confused. I felt a hand around my mouth. I was drugged with something because the next thing I knew, I was tied up naked in a damp, dark basement. I screamed for help. It seemed futile. I could hear no outside noises. There were no windows. I couldn’t even hear sounds above me. “Where the fuck am I,” I asked myself? Then a shadowy figure shined a bright light in my face. As it got closer to me, I realized I knew who it was. He was the neighbor boy. An odd, quiet teen. I always thought he was slow or something. He spit in my face. “See me now whore,” he stuttered. He went off on a tirade about me being a cock teasing whore. He picked up a baseball bat. I was defenseless, scared, shaking… I tried to reason with him; plead with him to let me go. Even promised to fuck him if he let me go. He had to still be a virgin. “I will take what I want from a stupid whore,” he retorted. Just then he shoved the baseball bat up my ass. After a few minutes of anal torture, he pulled out the bloody, shit covered bat and made me lick it clean. I never saw what came next. A blow so hard to the head, it cracked my skull. Pretty sure my brains were leaking out. His voice got fainter with subsequent blows. Soon it was cold and everything went dark.
Ass rape porn starlets you would think could handle anything, right? I have had so many things shoved up my ass, I make proctologists blush. Seriously, guys love to sodomize me with fists and all sorts of things not designed for ass play. I thought there was nothing that could shock me until I met Peter, a Goth Master at a Marilyn Manson show a couple weeks ago. One of the sickest masters I have ever encountered. He stripped me naked. He beat my ass with a leather belt for hours. Not just any belt either. This one had a huge belt buckle with spikes that with every whack got embedded in my ass, making it bleed. That was just foreplay for master. Seeing my ass turn to raw hamburger meat before his eyes, just made him hard. He force fucked my ass for a good half an hour using my blood as lube before the real fun started for him.
He blind folded me so I would not know what was coming. I could never have imaged what was next. I felt a cylinder type object inserted in my ass. Plastic by the feel, wide by the pain. I heard strange noises, which freaked me a bit. Then the real fear set in as I felt live things going into my stretched out ass. Something with claws went first. Maybe a rat or mouse. It started using my asshole as a habitrail. Little claws tearing my flesh from the inside. Then nibbling started. Master giggled. I cringed in pain and fear. That was nothing to what came next. Slimly things that wiggled in my bloody gaping asshole. Worms, slugs, maggots…. not sure which, maybe a combination of all three. Master laughed harder as I puked and cried. Then suddenly, he yanked the tube out and bound my ass cheeks together so what was inside my ass had to stay there. For hours, I was bound with creatures roaming free in my ass, eating my intestines, shitting and pissing inside me. It seemed like an eternity until Master let me shit the creatures out. I puked again. I could not believe what was coming out of my ass. I am scarred for life, physically and mentally. Think you can top Peter in the sick department?
