Bondage phone sex is fun for me. On the phone, it is just fantasy. Sometimes, I get so fucked up that I forget where fantasy ends, and reality begins. I think because I did a fantasy on the phone, I can do it in real life. It never works out that way. When I saw an ad for a bondage whore, I applied. I thought I could handle it. I needed the money for some fun money. Well, coke money. That is my fun money. The guy just wanted to photograph a woman utilizing his new bondage equipment. He is a designer of BDSM equipment. I would be helping him promote his new line. Seemed like the most legit gig of my life. It was not legit. He did make bondage equipment, but the ad was just a ploy to get a snuff sex whore for personal use. He did tie me up and take photographs. But it was what he did in between shots that had me wishing I had never seen his ad. He used a spider gag in my mouth so he could piss down my throat and I could do nothing but swallow it. He put a labia spreader strap on me, pulling my cunt lips apart so he could fist me. He did use lube but got his arm inside of me elbow deep. I felt that. He has a big arm. I thought he might pull my girl parts out with him. He was taking pictures, but I knew this was for his personal spank bank. He put me in his metal stockade so he could fuck me ass. He shoved his cock in and out of my asshole using one his new floggers on my back. My ass got a better work out than an ass rape porn star. I got my money, but this bondage experience was nothing like a phone call. A call never left me bruised, battered and sore as fuck.
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