Bondage Phone Sex Gone Wrong

bondage phone sexI love bondage phone sex. Sometimes, however, it goes wrong. I signed up simply to do some bondage modelling for money. I needed coke money. It seemed like easy money. It would have been if it were what the ad said. I went to the address provided to me once I got the gig. It was a run-down cabin in the woods. Something straight out of an 80s horror flick. Rustic, creepy and isolated. I thought to myself it was too late to turn back now. So, I went in and discovered it was set up as a studio. Okay, maybe this was legit after all. It did appear to be a bondage set. I saw all sorts of rope and BDSM equipment. This kind of photo shoot would have been done in a dingy store front place on the strip of the red light district when I was young. Very few red-light districts exist anymore. A man greeted me, and he appeared alone. We exchanged pleasantries, then he tied me up. I was not comfortable. My legs over my head in a beach ball like pose. My ass exposed for beating. It was exposed for ass rape porn. This was not a photo shoot. This was an anal gang bang. Men paid the guy to fuck my ass. He was taking $100 from men to fuck my ass. I was tied securely so I could not escape. I had so much cum running out of my ass he used a wet vac to suck it out of me. He made like $10,000 off my ass and all I got paid was $300. I tried to argue for more, but he threatened to kill me and bury me in the woods. I took my money and hobbled to my car. I may not ever shit right again. I need to figure out how to cut out the middleman to take all the profit off my body. I am doing all the work. I should take all the profit.

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