Bondage phone sex is about the tamest thing I do. I’m a dark woman. Phone sex is a way for me to explore the more depraved things that I fantasize about without really ending up dead. In my real life I am a frequent face on the BDSM circuit. I’m sure you are familiar with the Fifty Shades of Grey movies and books, right? Every time one of the those insipid installments comes out, my clubs are jammed packed with the curious and lonely hearts. A BDSM club is looking for love in all the wrong places. I have learned that hard lesson a time or two. Because my favorite clubs were packed with newbies curious about the bondage lifestyle, I had to go to this underground club with a bad reputation. This is the kind of club girls go missing from and show up later in snuff porn never to be seen on the circuit again. I know. Why would I go? Because I am a bondage junkie; a submissive whore who needs a dominant man like she needs water and air.
When I arrived I could smell death. That club always has a smell of fear: blood, cum, piss all combined into one aroma. I was not greeted with pleasantries nor offered a drink like at my favorite clubs. I was put in a leather mask while chains went around my neck. A man with a guillotine dragged me to a dungeon room. Before he shoved me in, I saw some money exchange hands with a couple guys who later were in that dungeon with me. They tagged teamed me first. Hardcore anal sex, but that is nothing I can’t handle. With their cum leaking out of my ass, they strung me up and whipped the flesh off my body. I felt like I was being lynched. The pain was even more than I could bear. I heard similar screams echoing from other dungeon rooms. Blood dripped down my legs like a waterfall. When my mask was removed, I saw the knives, pissed myself and passed out. My dark fantasies were about to become realities…
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