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.
Domination phone sex is not my thing. I am a submissive whore; however, all my callers and all the men in my life are very much dominant towards me. One particular master is shared with a friend of mine. Masters can have all the slaves they want, however, we can only have one master. He put us together last night for some evil fun. Master has a very unusual fetish called KLISMAPHILIA. Ever hear of it? I had not. After last night, I wish I had never heard of KLISMAPHILIA. It is a fetish for enemas. I had no idea such a fetish even existed. The night began with us giving our master an old fashioned enema. It was one of those Fleet enemas. It was sooooo gross. Dani and I imagined we were ass rape porn stars prepping our co star for an anal torture scene. We felt dominant, but that feeling didn’t last.
Once his bowels started to go, he shit all over us. Explosive shit jet blasted our pretty faces. As if that was not bad enough, we had to lick the shit off his ass. It was everywhere too. I am a submissive slut, so is Dani; but scat play is nothing we enjoy. I have not had an enema since I was a little girl. My daddy always gave them too me. I guess in hindsight, my daddy had KLISMAPHILIA too. Dani and I wanted to barf, but if we puked, he would make us lick it all up. We cleaned his shitty ass up, but that was not enough for him. He forced us to give each other enemas too. There was shit everywhere. So much shit, we looked like mud wrestling lesbians. We are good submissives, so when master ordered us to eat each other ‘s shit boxes, we did it. It was so degrading, but by the time we were done, everyone was clean. We, however, were sick. What strange fetish do you have? Submissive whores are the best at helping you explore your taboo phone sex fetishes.
Snuff porn get your dick wet? It gets my pussy wet. I was hanging out with some guys friends of mine Friday night. We were playing XBOX games, which can get gory. Some video games are as bad as snuff films. We took a break to surf the Internet. You are always a keystroke away from porn. One of my friends was searching for info on the new Warcraft edition out soon, but when he clicked on a link it took him to an Asian snuff site. It was like watching that video in the Asian horror film The Ring. My friends suddenly had murder in their eyes. I got scared. The images on the film were horrifically bloody. They lunged at me. I fell back off the couch, hitting my head on the table. Blood trickled down my face. The site of blood made them more violent. Chad grabbed a butcher knife off the table and plunged it into my gut. Troy put his hands around my throat with such strength my left eye popped out of the socket. I was in excruciating pain, pleading for my life. They just kept stabbing and strangling me as if possessed. Their eyes were black as coal. Dead, just like I was about to be. As Chad stabbed me in the stomach repeatedly, Troy let lose his vice grip on my throat so he could reach his hands inside my stomach and pull out my entrails. I was going cold. I knew I didn’t have much time left. Whatever was on that link turned my best friends into crazed snuff sex addicts. I tried to plead one more time, but my fate was already sealed. At that point, I wished for death to come quickly. As I watched two lifelong pals eat my intestines, I died painfully.
What are your violent phone sex fantasies?
Ass rape porn Friday? Well, that is what this day has turned out to be for me. I went to a bar last night by myself. A biker bar known for a rough crowd. Women only go to such clubs alone for two reasons: to score drugs or get fucked. Sometimes they want both. I just wanted some coke, but I got way more than that. When a blonde tall buxom babe walks into a place like that all eyes are on her. I walked to the bar, ordered a drink and felt the stares. I waited patiently for the dealer in the place to approach me. Turned out it was the bartender. I scored my coke and started to leave. In fact the bartender encouraged me to leave for my safety. He equated me being in his bar after midnight to jumping into a poisonous snake pit. I was just asking for trouble. I downed my drink, pocketed my coke and got up to leave. The moment I stood up, someone grabbed my blond hair and yanked me back. The rest is sort of a blur. My face was shoved down on the bar so hard I bit my lip. I felt hands groping me. More hands tearing my clothes off my body. I felt a sharp prick then things got hazy. Heroin I think. Never been my cup of tea. I felt cocks penetrating my ass with no condoms or lube. Dry, rough, anal sex is the worst. Men were burning my ass with cigarettes, smacking it too as they force fucked me. It was like an out of body experience. I was high as fuck. I couldn’t fight if I wanted too. I woke up naked in the alley behind the bar. Whore was written on my forehead in my crimson red lipstick. Cum was leaking out of my bloody, battered asshole. I managed to call Uber to get home. I got my coke. But I got way more than I bargained for too.
Do you have snuff sex fantasies? I sure do. In fact, I don’t have romantic dreams. Well, I guess being strangled and force fucked for days is romantic to me. I live life on the edge, so I often experience the darker things in life that men like to explore like rape fantasies and snuff. Chuck told me I reminded him of his ex girlfriend who he loathed. He always wanted to get revenge on the cheating whore who left him for another man. A man with a bigger dick. I suggested he use me as his fantasy revenge doll. He loved the idea. I should have agreed to a code word before we started our revenge fantasy fuck. I had no idea how far he would take things. He had a lot of pent up anger and hostility towards his ex. As soon as we started our fantasy fuck, a switch went off inside him. I saw it. His eyes got blank and dark. He was in the revenge zone. He even called me Tammy as he put his hands around my throat and squeezed so tight I passed out for a moment. He spit in my face as he slapped me back awake. His thick hard cock ravaged my asshole. He sodomized me while strangling me so hard I kept passing out. He yelled slut and whore while spitting in my face constantly. I tried to fight him. I kept saying I changed my mind, but he wouldn’t stop abusing my ass until he came. I stood up to leave, feeling angry at myself for thinking this would go any other way. Before I could get fully upright, he sucker punched me in the gut, then a right hook to the face. He used me as a punching bag after he used me as a fuck doll before finally letting me go. If we did a fantasy phone sex call, would you show me any mercy?
Why do men love ass rape porn so much? I have been with this man for months who refuses to fuck any hole but ass. He says I am a used up old whore and they only thing tight on me still is my ass. He has an 11 inch cock that is coke can thick. No way my ass is still tight after months of being sodomized several times a day. I was right. Last night he informed me he had ruined my ass, therefore it was my responsibility to find him a new hole to fuck. I knew what that meant. He wanted a younger model. A much younger model. I do as I am told, even when it is illegal. If I disobey this particular man, I will be buried with the fishes. I have no doubt about that. I cleaned myself up so I could hunt for some little girls. I thought the mall would be a good place to start. It was wall to wall with little school girls with tight bright pink holes. Master would be in heaven if he would have accompanied me on my shopping trip. I brought back Angela. She was a sweet blue eyed, blonde little princess. Much like I was many years ago. I told her I was a friend of her mommy and she came with me. I spiked her soda so she would wake up tied up on the bed for my Master. His dick was so hard seeing her tight bald pink slit and her perfectly intact rosebud. She started crying. I smacked her face and put a ball gag in her mouth. Whiny little cunt. I spit on Master’s dick and watched in delight as he was satisfied by a tight hole again. He shredded her holes too. That’s the only problem with finding him a young one to destroy. I have to find him a new one every day. Luckily there is no shortage of little whores running around.
Torture phone sex fantasies turn me on. Fantasy turns me on. Not really being tortured. I am too hot to carve up my sexy body. Ted thought differently. He is this guy I occasionally see that has dark fantasies too. He hears me on my calls fantasizing with callers about very depraved and twisted things. He decided to make one of my wicked fantasies come true. But, I didn’t want that. Not in reality. He grabbed me by my blonde locks and dragged me to the basement. He strung me up so I was suspended by a rafter. He had a variety of torture devices I often talk about on taboo phone sex calls: a blow torch, a scalpel, hat pins, cattle prod and a variety of very sharp knives. “Let’s see how wet the real thing makes you whore, ” he seethed in my ear as he jabbed a hat pin in my nipple. I screamed in pain. I was not wet at the feel of blood trickling down my stomach. I pleaded with him to stop. I tried to explain that I was delivering a hot taboo fantasy to my callers but that fantasy and reality are often vastly different. He didn’t care. He took the cattle prod and strapped it to my pussy. In intervals he shocked my cunt making me piss and convulse. His dick was hard. I was in pain. He mutilated my other nipple with the razor sharp scalpel. I screamed in pain again. That was when he grabbed the big knife on table. He pressed it under my left breast and sliced underneath. He reached in and pulled out my saline bag. “Worthless tits for a worthless whore,” he laughed sadistically. He cut out my other fake boob too. Blood was pouring down my stomach. I was cold like I was in shock from the pain. He ripped off the cattle prod, replaced it with a knife. He stabbed my pussy until there was so much blood and sinew falling out of me, I passed out. I woke up in a pool of my own blood with him stroking his cock. I guess this time a fantasy phone sex became reality.
Ass rape porn, butt rape porn, pretty much the same thing. Guys love force fucking women in the ass. At least they love force fucking me in the ass. I was at this dive bar in my neighborhood Friday night looking to score after hours. I wasn’t looking to be gang banged and anally tortured, but that’s what I got. I sat at the bar quietly for a bit doing shots of Tequila as I felt the stare of the me around me. I was working up enough guts to ask strangers where I could get some crack. I guess a tall blonde goddess walks into a dive local bar she either wants to score cock or coke. I decided that I was out of my league there. I got a bad vibe. I try to listen to my gut. I paid my bill, left a nice tip and headed to the door. I had my hand on the handle when my hair was yanked with such force, it made my scalp bleed. “Not so fast whore. Where are your manners,” one guy seethed to me as he pressed a knife against my throat. He shoved me down on my knees and forced me to suck his cock. Normally, I love cock sucking, but I don’t often do it at knife point.
He pressed the knife into my throat hard enough so I bled. I dripped blood onto his cock as he skulled fucked me. More guys gathered around the “blonde skank” to get their turn at a fuck hole. No one wanted to wait their turn, so the leader of the pack dragged me on top of the pool table so the bar flies could gang up on me 2-3 a hole. After my ass was filled with a gallon of cum, one guy rammed a pool stick up my shitter so hard, I felt it tear my insides. I let out a scream, but that just pissed off the ringleader so he slit my throat. I laid in a pool of my own blood making gurgling sounds till everything went dark and cold.
