Domination phone sex is natural for me. I have been submissive to men since I was born. I was daddy’s fuck doll until I left home. I wasn’t daddy’s girl. I was daddy’s whore. I was daddy’s punching bag. I was daddy’s humiliation pig. What I endured daily at the hands of my father and his friends made me the submissive whore I am today. What people don’t know, however, is that I bore my father a daughter. I was still a school girl when it happened. Although I left home when I was 18, daddy kept our baby girl to raise as his fuck pig. I was getting to old for daddy. Plus, all the abuse my fuck holes took over the years made me not so tight any more. He wanted a replacement toy as I was aging out for him. I went home last Christmas to see my daughter, who thinks I am her sister. Daddy force fucked her in front of me with a baseball bat. She had that dead look in her eyes. I could see she had suffered more than me. I have come to enjoy serving men, but I will always hate daddy for stealing my daughter from me. I tried to take her from him. I even told her I was her mother and she could come live with me. My punishment? He snapped her neck right in front of me. His own daughter. My daughter. He killed her like a bug. “Little whores are a dime a dozen Cassandra. She is replaceable just like you were,” he seethed at me before he charged me, pinned me down and force fucked me for hours. I laid next to my dead daughter’s body, while my father sodomized me. He strangled my throat with his bare hands as he took turns on my pussy and ass. Such strength in an old man. Such hate and anger. “You owe me a little whore, Casssie, he informed me as he blew load after load in my fuck holes. I am pregnant, but if I do anything to terminate the pregnancy or get daddy in trouble, I will be a dead whore. I have no doubt that he will cut me open, yank my baby from my belly and leave me to die. I just have to tell myself all little girls are just replaceable whores. Maybe someday, I will have one I can keep.
I got wicked drunk last night. Fuck, I was high too. Some guy at a bar gave me some good blow. We were doing lines on the bar and drinking 80 proof bourbon. I’m a tall woman. I can usually hold my liquor, not last night. I woke up with a different man. And not in the way you assume. I was on some rack. Naked, tied up, with little metal clips all over my body. It was pure torture sex. My skin felt like it was on fire. The metal was piercing my flesh. There was a funnel gag in my mouth and I was drinking something rank. Well being forced to chug it actually. “How do you like my piss, Cassie,” he inquired with a snarky grin on his face. He didn’t look familiar at all. He saw the look on my face. “Don’t remember me whore,” he seethed? I was scared. Clearly, I had pissed this guy off at some point in my life, but no clue when or where. He tried to jog my memory, but when I was not getting a clue, it just pissed him off further. He started burning my flesh with a cigar. The worst was when he put it out on my clit. I screamed in pain. He sat me up to torture my cunt. Fucked me with a burning stogie while yanking on the clips attached to my pussy. He was face to face with me; staring me dead on in the eyes. As he was burning my thighs and clit with the cigar, it hit me. I did know him. Not by name, but in the elevator of my building. He was making sure I knew him now. He carved his name in my stomach. Billy. According to him, a whore like me has no right snubbing anyone. I will never forget him now.
Torture sex is all a worthless whore deserves. That is what every man tells me. Last night, I heard it from a woman too. A rather cruel dominant women who found out I fucked her husband. She set a trap for me, then when I arrived made it clear she was in charge because a cheating whore too dumb to know a set up doesn’t deserve any mercy. She tossed me on the couch. She was stronger than she looked. I hear rage can do that to a person. My hands were bound behind my back; my feet restrained. I was her captive. “You took something from me bitch; now I plan on taking something from you,” she seethed. I was scared. Women can be far crueler than men, especially women scorned. She started stroking my hair. I felt sick to my stomach. When I tried to beg and plead for forgiveness because I didn’t know he was married, she smacked me then put a spider gag in my mouth. I saw the scissors. I knew she was going to take my precious long blonde locks. A woman’s beauty is so tied to her hair. She did more than that. She cut my hair, shaved my head then carved whore on my chest with the scissors. Deep too. I started bleeding. I was helpless. My whore behavior put me in this position, along with my stupidity. I should have known he was married. Most men who want to fuck me are attached in some way or another. I was crying from the pain, but she was just getting warmed up. She lit a cigarette and put it out on my nipples. She poured alcohol into my wounds. But the worse thing she did was stab my cunt with her scissors. My pussy gushed blood. I screamed in pain. “I took your beauty and your whore instrument. Maybe you will think again bitch before you steal another woman’s man,” she said as she spit in my face. She warned me about calling the cops when she let me go. I knew better. A sick twisted scorned bitch like her would kill me next time.
Snuff sex is the only sex for a blonde bimbo. Look at me? Fake tits. Bleach blonde hair. Botox all over my face. I scream bimbo. I love a dominant man with an evil streak. I am not a vanilla girl friend. I am a freak on a leash wearing a collar with your name on it. David told me I was a worthless whore in need of some discipline. I tried to tell him that he didn’t need to break me in because daddy took care of that years ago. He punched me in the face making my nose bleed. “If you were so broke in bitch, you wouldn’t talk back. And you would only speak when spoken too,” he screamed at me. He scared me. Maybe I needed to be scared. Blood trickling down my face, he forced me on my knees to test my cock sucking skills.”Those swollen lips are going to feel good on my dick, whore,” he said with a grin as he began to skull fuck me. I accidentally nipped the ridge of his cock with my tooth as he was banging my mouth with such force. He shoved me off his cock, wrapped his hands around my throat and managed to pick me up like that. I felt like a bug he could easily squash. I am a tall woman too, but he was super strong and super mean. He tossed me against a wall. I fell to the floor.
I started to crawl away, but his foot kicked me back down. He beat my ass black and blue before pulling me by my hair to a rack. On a St. John’s board one is usually facing her Master, but he strapped me down so my back was towards him. Not knowing what was going to happened scared me more than seeing it coming. Torture sex came next. He whipped me like a slave on a plantation in Georgia in the 1800s. I could feel my skin tearing open, blood pouring down my back from my wounds. I pissed my myself before I passed out from the pain. I woke up in the hospital. No clue how I got there or how long I had even been there. The nurse said I was found naked in an alley bleeding but my boyfriend identified me and had been to see me daily. There were flowers next to my bed with a note that read, “Speedy recovery love, we have more games to play.”
Strangulation phone sex anyone? I am a dumb stupid cunt who needs snuffed out. I think I should die while fucking so at least you get to bust a nut in my worthless whore ass and cunt. Teddy was fucking my ass the other night after work. He stops by my place on his way home to his wife so he is in his business attire. I said something about his wife he found disrespectful, so he took his tie off and wrapped it around my throat. I thought he was going to use it as a ball gag, but he tied it tightly around my throat instead. It was like a noose at first. I thought he was just joking, but then it tightened. He wrapped his arm around the tie which constricted my wind pipe. I passed out. He slapped me back awake just to make me pass out again. He said it was fun to make a stupid cunt lose even more brain cells. He came all over me while I was passed out, even pissed on me. He kicked me in the stomach to wake me up so he could spit in my face and tell me I’m not worthy enough to lick the dog shit off his boot. He treats me the way I deserve.
Snuff porn is something I thought was fake until I was forced to watch one being made. Master wanted to teach me a lesson. He wanted me to see what happens to bad little whores. Master has a bunch of girls in the sex slave trade. They are really young. Not an old strung out bimbo like me. Guys like fresh young things with tight holes and natural parts. I’m old and fake. But, Master doesn’t trust a whore of any kind, so when one of his bitches acts out, all of his other bitches have to watch her be punished. One of his sex slaves tried to escape. A cute young school girl he nabbed in Europe while on a family vacation. The abducted girls are always the most trouble for Master. I’m a willing slave and victim, but his young posse of kidnapped school girls are a different story. Elena tried to escape through a bathroom window at a party. She would have escaped if another, more obedient, girl had not snitched on her. Now she was before me and his other girls, naked and strapped to a St. John’s Cross. She was doused repeatedly with pails of scalding water. Her screams were deafening. Her skin was blistering and raw. Master enjoys taking a girl’s beauty. She passed out from the pain, but was slapped awake again. Her skin was gruesome. It looked like she was melting. He let her suffer in pain while he circled her like a vulture. The look in his eyes told me he was not done with her yet. I heard barking and growling in a distance, but the sounds got closer. Master cut Elena so blood dripped from her veins. When a little door was opened, a pack of wild dogs encased her. One command form Master made them tear her little body apart, limb by limb. More screams. Those of us girls remaining watched in horror as Lena was killed painfully by wild dogs. Nothing keeps a submissive bitch in line more that watching live torture sex.
Bondage phone sex with me means you get to tie me up and do anything with me you desire. I can’t fight you, not that I would if I could anyway. I love pain. I know I am deserving of whatever hurt you put on me. I met Alexander in a bondage club right after Christmas. As I was tied up and suspended from a rafter, he punched m repeatedly for being a worthless whore. He actually hit me so hard in the face that he broke my nose. I required emergency surgery to fix my shattered bridge. The emergency room doctor spoke to me about domestic abuse shelters fearing I was a victim. I am a victim, but not of domestic violence. I am a willing victim of the underground BDSM scene I explained to my surgeon. My doctor became quite intrigued with my lifestyle choice. Dr. Wilson has stayed in close contact with me post surgery. Earlier this week, I was released from his care and deemed completely healed. So last night I went back to the club where I met Alexander. Consider me a glutton for punishment. Alexander was there, but so was Dr. Wilson. They got in a bidding war over me, but my doctor won me for the night. I was both scared and aroused that the man who put my nose back together, may undo his own work. He tied me up with belts, made me crawl like a dog to him. His cock dangling in front of me like a carrot. When I reached him, he grabbed my hair, wrapped my long bleach blonde locks around his forearm and slammed me down on his shaft. “I made you pretty again whore; I can just as easily unpretty you too,” he seethed. I sucked his cock like my life depended on it, because it did. In this club, only BDSM games are supposed to occur. Sex is forbidden on the premises, but my doctor didn’t care about the rules. He wanted to force fuck me. I left the club with a prolapsed ass like an ass rape porn star, a spiral fracture and love in my heart for my doctor.
I love ass rape porn. Just call me little anal Annie. This guy I am seeing loves to fuck my ass. Only problem is he is not really all that big so I don’t feel him as much as other guys before him. I have taken everything but the kitchen sink up my back door. I tried to tell him nicely that my ass needed more. He thought I was slamming his cock size. He is a nice thick 8 inches, but that doesn’t compare to a baseball bat up your ass. He decided to call up some of his friends to teach me some manners. He is a nerdy white guy with a big wallet; I wasn’t too scared. That was until about a dozen big black men were at my door. They pushed me inside my apartment; they started punching me in the face. One guy spit on me and another throttled my throat. Cocks came out of jeans. Pretty menacing dicks by their size. Now we had a party. My lover’s nigger posse worked out some aggression on my ass. Often they shoved a couple anacondas up my ass at once, leaving it gaping wide open. I got fisted. One guy even put his foot up my ass. I was screaming in pain, crying for forgiveness and squirting everywhere. This pain whore loves a good anal gangbang porn.
People ask me all the time how I became such a submissive whore. Easy. I was born into it. I was daddy’s fuck pig, house slave and punching bag from my earliest memories. I haven’t seen my dad in years, but his treatment of his baby girl is forever imbedded in my brain. I thought maybe daddy had changed now that he is a senior citizen living in an old folks home. I have no siblings. My mom is long gone. I guess I was just feeling a need to reconnect. Big mistake. I walked into my dad’s private room happy to see him again; optimistic that he had changed. I was ambushed by a gang of geriatrics who hadn’t fucked in decades. I guess daddy told them he had a slut daughter who was ripe for the taking. A group of old men used me as a punching bag then came in me and on me like a street walker. I screamed for help, but they shoved their cocks in my mouth to shut me up. Smelly dicks. Wrinkled. Balls shriveled up. I was surprised they had it in them. Daddy said a whore like me can raise the dead. I left the nursing home battered and bruised, filled with old spunk. I will forever be daddy’s whore.
Gangbang rape porn went to captive rape porn so quickly. I got gang banged in the mall bathroom by a bunch of strangers. I was walking by the men’s restroom when a guy out of nowhere shoved me in. One of his friends guarded the door while the rest of his cohorts had their way with me on a dirty bathroom floor. After they had all fucked my pussy and sodomized my ass, I was covered in cum. I started to pick myself up, but another guy came into the bathroom before I could get out and punched me so hard in the face it knocked me out. When I woke up, I was at his place and his captive. I couldn’t believe my bad luck of being force fucked this many times in one day. The guys in the mall bathroom said I looked like a stupid whore so I should be treated like one. My captor said as he forced his cock in my ass repeatedly for hours, that any slut willing to fuck men on a dirty public restroom floor was asking for trouble. He claimed he was just in the right place at the right time to take advantage of my whore antics. He held me captive for the night. Fucked me repeatedly. Only stopped to pee and do some meth. According to him crystal meth allows him to rabbit fuck all night. Lucky me. When the night was over, he tossed me out his door with cum oozing out of both fuck holes. I was bruised and swollen from the punch in the face. My ass and cunt were swollen and bleeding. If I went to the doctor, the diagnosis would have been forced assault. It was clear my girl parts had been sexually violated. I’m going to need a lot of Valium and bags of frozen vegetables to recover from this.
