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.
I met this hot guy at a Halloween party. I thought this was my chance to act like a goddess instead of the submissive whore I usually am. I wanted to get fucked. I mean fucked in a pleasurable way, not in an ass rape porn way. Guys are obsessed with fucking my ass and punishing me. I am a pain slut, but I like to cum too. This guy I met didn’t seem to have an alpha bone in him. He waited on me hand and foot at the party. He paid me some of the nicest compliments ever. I really thought I might be girlfriend material for once. I went back to his apartment with him for the night and I saw a totally different side of him. He shoved me down on his couch to ass fuck me. Took his belt off and tightened it around my neck until I passed out. I woke up with him skull fucking my mouth so hard my eyes felt as if they might pop out of my head. He had my hands tied up with my bra, his belt still around my neck, a fist in my cunt and his cock in my mouth with his big smelly balls on my chin. I wanted to cry. I just laid there like a rag doll getting punished in my fuck holes. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and shoved it back in my ass. He shot his load in my ass then forced me to lick his shit stick clean. My sin? Going home with him after just meeting him. Only a dirty whore hooks up with someone she just met. Do you agree?
This new guy I am fucking was like so, “Wanna make a snuff porn?” He knows I am a submissive whore, so I never say no. I like the idea of pretending to die on film. It really is all about angle and lighting. I can control my breathing well to give the appearance of death. I had my ass on his cock looking right at the camera begging to be snuffed out. He was pounding my ass so hard you would have thought he wanted to make an ass rape porn. As his cock assaulted my back door, his hands tightened around my throat. My eyes started to bug out. I could feel myself suffocating. It was hard to not fight him. I really thought he was just getting carried away with method acting, but I passed out from lack of oxygen. He kept fucking my ass hard because it jolted me awake. I could see from the little window on the camera that my throat was purple from his grip on my throat. My ass too. Apparently he was holding on to my ass cheeks so hard as he anally tortured me, it left bruises. This felt too real. I started to get off of his cock but he put both hands around my neck like he was wringing a chicken’s neck. He violently thrust me down on his cock while strangling me. I felt a windpipe crush and blood fill up in my throat. As I started to gag on my own blood, he pushed me off his dick, onto the floor and shot his load over my face as he kicked me in the belly repeatedly. “Smile for the camera you dead stupid whore,” he said as he spit on me. I certainly felt dead.
What are your fantasy phone sex desires? I often fantasize about hooking up with a dominant couple. I love the thought of being the beta bitch to an alpha couple. So, I decided to make my fantasy a reality. Last weekend, I traveled to a different city to check out a new BDSM club there and hooked up with Tim and Rae. He was handsome and rugged; she was gorgeous and statuesque. Both were sadistically dominant. It wasn’t double my pleasure. It was double my pain. The moment we entered a VIP room, it was clear that Rae was the top alpha dog in the couple. She ordered her husband to piss down my throat. While I was savoring his piss in my mouth like fine champagne, she was making ass rape porn with my butt. First, she fucked me with a spiked strap-on. Then I got a glass butt plug shoved up my ass, which I had to clench for 20 minutes while I gargled her husband’s urine in my mouth. Once I swallowed his golden nectar, she shoved a broom handle up my ass so far, I swear I could feel it in my throat.
My ass was owned by this bitch. Her husband was skull fucking me while she sodomized my ass with an assortment of objects not meant for the anus. My moans, my screams only turned her on more. At one point however, my screams got too loud and she shoved the glass butt plug that had been in my ass in my mouth like a pacifier. I sucked my own shit and blood off it, which made me sick. I had asked for this fantasy. It was not at all sensual like I thought it would be. She would not let a “dirty tramp” lick her pussy or ass. I was not worthy of her goddess holes. All I got was piss, shit and pain. After she was done shredding my once pretty pink puckered asshole, she sat on my face and not only pissed down my throat, but forced me to eat her shit. Her husband was so turned on watching her violate me like that, he came all over me.
I left the club looking like a human toilet; smelling worse; feeling like death. Be careful what you fantasize about.
Kidnapping phone sex has always been one of my favorite phone sex fantasies. That was until I was in Kentucky recently to visit family and my car broke down on the side of the road. I knew better than to take a ride from a stranger, but it was dark and raining. The moment I sat in his truck I regretted my decision. I felt like I was in a bad horror movie, like Joyride 4. He sensed my fear. I tried to escape at a traffic light, but the door handle was gone. I begged him to let me go, but he just laughed and drove into the dark rural back roads of Western Kentucky. When I grabbed the steering wheel, he smacked my head against the dashboard, which knocked me out.
I woke up naked, suspended in the air in some shack. Ball gag in my mouth. Collar around my neck. My boobs bound so tight they were turning purple. When he approach me, I kicked him in the balls since my legs were dangling. He punched me in the face, knocking me out a second time. Woke up with shackles around my ankles and my ball gag removed and replaced with a bamboo spear through my tongue. I could taste blood. My captor was not amused. He looked menacing with his mask and whip in hand. I started shaking because I knew I was going to be whipped like a slave. He whipped me with a leather cat of nine tails that left huge gashes in my flesh. Blood was running down my legs, pooling beneath me. I have been a pain slut all my life, but with this man, I had no safe word, no way of making him stop. I was scared I was going to die inn the hills of Kentucky.
I passed out a third time from pain and blood loss. Woke up on a rack hooked up to some sort of electric shock machine. My kidnapper was molesting me. Shoving fingers up my cunt. It was the electric current that woke me up. Made me piss myself. I begged to be released. He got on top of me and shoved his cock in my pussy while he put his hand around my throat. Force fucked me, came in me, then put a gas mask on me. “Never take rides from strangers bitch. No one ever comes here looking for some stupid missing cunt.” I prayed this was just a horrible dream…
Sex with dead bodies was his fantasy. Since he owns me, I cater to all his dark desires. I watch Criminal Minds and Law and Order: SVU, so I knew about necrophilia. Master tossed me in a basement. No ordinary basement either. It was refrigerated. I was so cold; I felt like a slab of beef. I knew what he was doing; trying to lower my body temperature so I would feel like a dead body. He left me there overnight. I began to wonder if he really wanted me dead to fulfill his fantasy.
He fucked me cold. My fingers were blue. My circulation poor. I tried to be a good dead bitch, but I was not convincing enough. I still had a pulse. He dragged me upstairs. I thought for sure he was going to beat me for not playing dead to his liking. I wish he would have beaten me. He put his hands around my throat and squeezed my jugular until I passed out. I woke up in a cold dark place. I was so scared. I tried to sit up but I couldn’t move. I was in a box. Then it hit me. Master had buried me alive. I was the star of his snuff porn. He was going to get his dead body to fuck. I started pounding on the box, screaming, hoping maybe someone would hear me.
The noises I heard as I hit the box hard, convinced me I was under the ground, but not too far down. I mean Master hardly had time to dig a grave in the amount of time I was passed out, right? I started panicking. What if he had this all planned out and my grave was already dug? I started clawing at the box. I felt my finger nails snap. Splinters were getting embedded in my skin. My fingers were turning into bloody stumps. I was starting to lose oxygen. I just kept clawing at the wood despite by bleeding, likely broken fingers. I managed to get a small hole in the box. Mistake. Dirt started pouring in from the hole. Pouring in fast. I lost consciousness again.
Woke up in a coffin with Master fucking me. I knew better this time. I just laid there motionless. So grateful to be alive, I played dead.
