You always like to remind me how helpless I am. Last night you even tied up my wrists and ankles with rope. I waited that way until morning, struggling to fall asleep because I knew a severe beating was coming. This time I want to feel the pain from every blow, I know I earned it. Didn’t you notice how I kept my eyes open until they swelled shut? I know how much you enjoy hurting me and I’m really scared now because I like it too. Every time you choke me I know it might be the last time, I could easily black out and never wake up. It gets me excited too, it’s actually the only thing that does now. Nothing will ever be the same.
Although you probably think I’m lying its the truth. While you were beating me this morning I felt ashamed of how wet it made me. My cum was gushing out and running down my thighs, you must have been too distracted by all the blood to notice. After you left me untied and alone in my room, I pressed hard into my swollen clit until I squiredt into a puddle of my own blood. I was so disgusted with myself I nearly puked. Maybe this was what you wanted all along or maybe you wanted me to always hate it. Obviously I’ll never ask, you rarely let me speak anyway. Most days I’m gagged when your pricks not stuffed deep inside my throat or I’m just locked away in my room. Sadly, all I did this week was rub my slippery pussy while I day dreamed about all the torture that awaits me. That’s how sick I am now, I can’t control it anymore
Category: Bondage phone sex
You made me an insatiable pain slut
Deadly Desire
It was a dark night full of excitement and insanity as rogues of shoppers were fighting their way into the store as they opened for the special shopping event. I agreed – fuck knows why – to bring my brother a dinner plate to him since he had to work. I made it through the mess and was headed out to my car.
As I walked back to my car I was suddenly grabbed from behind. Black leather gloved hands grabbing my arms. There was a second set of hands on me pulling me into a dark van and shoving a cloth in my face. There was something on the cloth I must have inhaled it as I was feeling woozy and blacked out.
Awaking in a sleazy sex club I found myself naked and bound. I was shackled to a bed and awoke to being triple penetrated. I felt my cunt throb as two big cocks stretch my pussy. My ass was feeling as though I had been banged over and over again with fat cocks.
The First Of My Snuff Movies
I placed an ad in the local paper for auditions in a film. My cunt trembled as it pumped cum while I was typing the ad. They think it is for a porn film so the most eager and kinky will show up for the auditions. Waiting for the auditions was torturous for me. Envisioning the snuff movie I was about to make and the agony having to wait kept me so fucking hot that I was fucking myself almost 24 hours a day for a solid week. I knew as soon as I saw her that she would be the one. She looked like Snow White to me, fair skin and dark black hair. She had an air of innocence about her with tempting sexuality. She was so excited to have the part and showed up early for tapping. The grey walls of the warehouse and the dim lighting were the perfect back drop. One twin bed with a metal frame and white sheets so the blood would show up a bright crimson against the bleak backdrop was going to be perfect. I had cameras set up and rolling from the moment she walked in. She thought she was going to be the star of the movie but in fact it would be me. Guiding her every step of the way she fell into my embrace as I ripped her clothes from her body. Each minute of filming became more violent and it didn’t take her long to realize something was terribly wrong. When her instinct to flee kicked in I tied her to the bed and pulled out my chain saw. That is when the real fun began. Mutilating her body and immortalizing the carnage on film. Watching it later I have to admit that of all the snuff movies I have ever seen, my very first snuff movie turned out rather well and had a happy ending indeed.
An Introduction To Torture Sex
It takes a certain mind set to be aroused by Torture Sex. There are so many lovely, erotic, brutal things which fall within this type of “Fetish”. Dependent upon the level of pain your partner can take, and their definition of torture you can open up a whole new world for them. Imagine if you will the following:
You have had her tied up for hours when the norm calls for twenty minutes max as not to cause nerve damage. You have found a way around this BDSM golden rule by changing her position a few times without saying a single word to her while yanking her into position. At last you come into the room and her body is trembling. All the muscles are constantly spasming which causes her great discomfort, but you do not want discomfort, you want to have your Torture fun. You walk toward her as you are angry and brandish the dagger.
She tells you to stop fucking around, you haul off and back hand her. She starts to swear at you. Your reply to her vulgar words is to lay the length of the cold steel of the blade against her lips until she shuts up. You put the knife down and she starts to cry. You smile to yourself as you get the fucking machine ready. She sobs and as you grab the knife she starts to scream, you slice through her binds, grab her hair and pull her across the floor until she is in the position with her asshole exposed to the tip of the enormous dildo on the end of the machine.
You squat down and raise a finger to your lips as you reach over her to turn it on. Her mouth flies open while she tries to move forward from the violent penetration of her virgin ass. You hold her face in your hands so that you can watch every single tear roll down her cheek. You put a posture collar round her soft neck, thread rope through the D ring and tether her in place.
You go out of the room for a moment to get the bull whip that you have been practicing with for the past month without her knowledge. You say in a firm voice, “Tell me what you are!” She says nothing. You crack the whip against the curvature of her ass, the welt appears immediately. You repeat your demand. She whimpers. You send another searing crack of the bull whip against her tender flesh. This goes on until she answers you but you do not stop assaulting her tender flesh with your weapon.
With your cock hard as a rock you quickly turn off the fucking machine, getting behind her you shove your cock into her wet pussy. You unbuckle the the posture collar so that you can place your strong fingers around her neck. As you choke her harder and harder you both cum.
Doesn’t all that sound lovely? I know it does. Now it is just a matter of dating the right woman who would allow you do this, or better yet, just pick someone at random. That way it will not matter if they will allow it or not, after all it is all about your pleasure, not theirs.
Online Dating Can Be Murder…..
I am a bored housewife. Have a husband who is never home, brats that are only around when they want something like money, drugs or pussy. So, I created a profile on one of those adult hook up sites. Sometimes I just need a good fuck. I went to a hotel to meet this college stud to find out I had been duped. He was there all right, but so were three of his friends. When I tried to act like I had the wrong room, one of them grabbed my hair and dragged me into the room. He tied me up and they all started fucking me. Choking me as they shoved their cocks in my ass and pussy. Slapping me, punching me, strangling me, even cutting me. I was a bloody, black and blue mess.
I looked over to my left, tears in my eyes, but I could see the camera. The sick bastards were filming themselves assaulting me. Then their true objective came to light. I had been lured to my death. They were going to fuck me, then kill me, then fuck me some more as they made a snuff film. They said I should feel honored because they were going to make me famous like William Allen Grone did with his victims. He was a supposed serial killer who filmed his murders and had sex with dead bodies. He has been idolized as the first maker of snuff films, but some question his existence. It didn’t matter, if these fucks thought he was real, that was bad news for me. They added that I was a stupid cunt who deserved to die. What stupid bitch meets a stranger in a hotel room to fuck in this day and age? Those words would stay with me until I took my last breath.
I thought maybe this was all a hoax, engineered by my sadistic son. I mean, you see this shit in horror films, but who really lures unsuspecting women off the Internet to slaughter them, while filming it? But when the knife plunged in to my belly, I realized I was not the victim of a hoax, but the victim of sadistic bastards out for a buck and their 15 minutes of fame.
I felt the warm blood oozing out of my stomach. I felt myself getting weak, tired, cold. I could hear them laughing, telling me to smile for the camera. I could feel them cumming on me as I lay their dying. Then everything went dark. Maybe I will have the respect of men in the afterlife, that I never did in life.
I am a stupid cunt whore. Despite my desire to live, I know I am a worthless fuck pig who deserves to be killed. What would like to do to me before you snuff me out? Would you fuck my dead corpse?
Dinner And A Movie
She called because she wanted me to take her under my wing and teach her how to be a Sadistic. She read all my blogs and told me how hot she thought they were. How my evil and sadistic thoughts made her pussy wet. How she spent hours on line with me in secret, fucking herself and getting lost in my twisted and demented ways. Her voice was soft as silk and I knew she didn’t have an evil bone in her body. She was hypnotized by the dark side, But I know she wasn’t ready for it. The more we talked the more I pulled her in to my world. Teasing her with the allure of embracing evil. Enticing her with the satisfaction of letting go of all that is good and embracing all that is taboo and forbidden. Finally I invited her over for dinner and a movie. We were going to watch The Serbian Film. It seemed like the perfect fit. What she didn’t know was that she was going to be dinner. I had everything ready for her arrival. Of course I knew she wouldn’t be able to handle the movie and I was right. By the time it was all over with, I could smell the fear seeping out of her pours. She was trying to hide it. All I could think of was how good that fear was going to taste. Taking her to the kitchen, I asked her to take all her clothes off and lay on the table. She didn’t even notice she was laying on the cooking tray. She followed my every instruction as I tied her into a fetal position, legs up wrists tied to her ankles. I couldn’t let the opportunity pass by and I licked her sweet pussy until she came on my face. Then I began placing apples around her and herbs and oils all over her body. She moaned, enjoying my touch and oblivious to her coming fate. When I began shaving her head before placing her over the fire in my large hearth is when she began to panic. The sheer joy of the whole process made me cum. I continued to fuck myself to her brief screams as her skin crackled while being crisped and her flesh began to cook. I was so hungry and couldn’t wait to eat, again.
Ass Rape Porn: My First Female Master
When I was in school, I was a total bitch. I was a tall beauty and walked around like my shit didn’t stink. I guess you could say I was a mean girl. I’m not that girl anymore. I am a good submissive whore now. I have been broken many a time over by a Master. Last week I ran into a girl from high school. Let’s just say that I was a mega bitch to her in school. She was fat and socially inept. I made her life hell. She looks amazing now. Really transformed herself. I suggested we have drinks, get caught up and put the past behind us. She agreed.
I went to her place. Turns out she has not forgotten how awful I treated her. In fact, she has been plotting revenge ever since. She drugged my drink. I woke up in her bedroom tied up. She had an evil sadistic grin on her face. She slapped my face, spit on me, and called me a worthless cunt. She then proceeded to fuck my ass with this huge dildo. I thought that was bad, then she brought out a baseball bat. OMG. Not saying I did not deserve anal torture, but that thing was huge. She fucked me until my asshole prolapsed.
Hours of anal torture as payback. I was bleeding. Covered in blood, piss and even some shit. I never knew she had that in her. I think I have my first female Master.
The Nail In The Coffin
As my master it is his duty to test me and push my limits. Find out what my weaknesses are and to not only abuse them, but use them to his advantage. And on one fateful night of torturing, as a punishment master told me I was going to be confined to a coffin. Closed and just in there for how ever long he chooses. I freaked out so bad. I couldn’t breathe. I begged master over and over again to please let me out. I think I did end up passing out from my anxiety. When he opened that ‘lid’ I went to jump out and he pushed me back down. He said he realizes his pet is afraid of this and he intends on taking full advantage of it. He ripped my clothes off and jumped on top of me. He pulled out his cock and shoved it down my throat. Making me suck his big fat fuckrod. All I could feel was him ramming it down my throat. Feeling a little bit of his oozy cream running down my throat, barely giving me a chance to catch my breath before he was shoving it back down my throat! When he started ramming faster and harder I knew he was getting ready to cum down my throat. He shot load after load of his oozy salty and sweet cream down my throat. He climbed out and pulled me up and told me, now every time I start freaking out in spaces like that, just think of all the dirty things he can do to me in them.
Suffocation Phone Sex with Blair: Break Me Master
Sometimes a bitch needs broken. Not every bitch breaks easily either. I try to be a good bitch. I do know my place. But I am not always great with the pain, which causes more pain to be inflicted upon me. I need to learn to cry and scream on the inside only. I was suspended upside down being whipped nonstop while being sodomized. I tried really hard to hold in the pain, but I was weak. Master cut me down and put me in a rubber suit. It was so tight. It hurt my flesh. I could barely breath, but I could not talk or scream. Master wanted me quiet, as in dead quiet.
I had little slits for eyes so I could see what was going on still. Master dumped my body in a coffin. He shut the lid and dared me to scream and cry all I wanted to. “No one will hear you now. No one will care,” he said. I knew he was right. No one cares about worthless whores. I wanted to still scream though, but even if I could it was futile. I needed to conserve oxygen. Master was trying to suffocate me. Force me to be quiet, maybe forever.
Not sure what happened next, but pretty sure I passed out from lack of oxygen. I woke up still in coffin. Could hear Master and his pals laughing, speculating if I was still alive or not. They were amused by my predicament. At that moment, I heard the coffin door open. I was pulled out of the coffin, stripped of my constraining rubber suit and hung back up for more whipping and anal torture. This time the whippings were more severe; so severe my flesh was being sliced and torn. But you know what, I didn’t make a peep. I am a good quiet whore. I learned my lesson. I would rather suffer quietly as the flesh is ripped from my body than to suffocate in a dark coffin any day.
How would you break me?
THAT Belongs To Me
You silly little man. Did you really think that I would let you treat Me that way and get away with it? Your stupidity is much more vast than I had thought, if indeed that is what you think. Now you have found yourself in a very uncomfortable and unfortunate position. Tell Me. How does that cold steel feel beneath you? Do you enjoy being in five point restraints on a hard surface? You can try and try to get out of it but I can assure you I am most adept at knots so you just go and struggle your little heart out. You aren’t going anywhere sunshine.
First things first I need to get undressed. Don’t get your hopes up doll, this isn’t an Edge Play type of thing. This is so I do not get blood on my dress. Do you recognize the lingerie? It is what you brought for Me when W/we were in Paris. I thought it only fitting to wear something that makes your pathetic penis rise.
You just lay there and I will get the instruments ready that I will need. See, you seem to think that just because W/we are dating that you “own” Me. Nobody owns Me, and nobody ever will. You have thought it necessary to be domineering in public settings when your friends are around. Although I said nothing, do not think that I didn’t hear every word. Now you leave Me no choice but to teach you exactly what belongs to Whom.
That thing that hangs between your legs is Mine. You can shake your head no all you like, it doesn’t change that fact. Since it is Mine, I am going to take it. I am going to rip it from your body then feed it to you. One bite at a time. They say you are what you eat, and you My dear have been nothing but a Dick.