Bondage Phone Sex Gone Wrong

Bondage phone sex can be rather vanilla and boring sometimes. With me, however, it rarely is. Men look at me and want to do very bad things. I bring out men’s violent fantasies. I met Jim at an underground club. It was an after hours fetish club. When I arrived, I was already drunk. I had no business being there so intoxicated. Drunk and alone in a fetish club spells disaster for any woman, but I was in a mood. I met Jim and we got a room. I figured if I was in the confines of the club, I was safe. All clubs have pretty strict rules they adhere to so they can stay open. What I did not realize was Jim owned this after hours BDSM club. That meant he owned me. He tied me to a bench in an awkward position. My legs were lifted and pushed towards my head and tied to the bar along with my hands. This exposed my ass. All he cared about was my hot ass. He fingered my ass. He spanked my ass. He force fucked my ass too. He was not alone. While I was tied up, he invited all the men in the place to fuck his ass rape porn star. I was trying to wiggle out of my restraints, but he took a wooden paddle and smacked my ass hard. So hard, he broke the skin. Bright red drops of blood dripped from the broken skin on my ass. I was still drunk but I felt the pain. The guys snickered and took their dicks and smeared my blood on the heads of their cocks like it was lube. For hours, they fucked my ass turning it inside out. Eventually they let me go. My ass was prolapsed, and I had restraint marks and a bruised and bloodied ass. I knew I should not have gone into a fetish club. Sometimes a blonde bimbo never learns.

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