Category: Bondage phone sex

It is a shame we can only die once!

Sadistic phone sexChain me up like the fitly pig I am master! I am your sadistic whore who loves to be wiped and ripped wide open! I don’t usually give up control of this pussy because control of life or death is my ultimate thrill. I’m usually the one who is doing the hurting baby cutting off nipples for trophies or fucking a tight hole with a nail covered baseball bat. I love having Sex with dead bodies more than anything! knowing that I took their life, and now their body is mine to mold and maneuver to any twisted position I want is breathtaking!

The limits to my depraved mind are endless! Lucky for me so is yours! You use a wench and force my legs open nice and wide forcing every and anything you can find deep into my dripping wet cunt! My screams echo through this warehouse loft like a symphony on pain and torture that sang to my deprived soul. The sound turned even me on, and I came so hard when you sliced into my left best. I am more than a pain whore it is my life force!

I love to evoke it on others just as much as being your filthy little victim! It’s a shame we can only die once because I know death will be the ultimate orgasm. Too bad I have to wait for that rush. The smell of my blood filling the air takes me over the edge again as you whip my already open back and thighs. i cum over and over each sting bringing me pure pleasure coming from the pain. Mutilate me baby! That’s what I was made for, for your pleasure baby! I want to be beaten and bloody by the end of this baby! Use this whore until I can’t take any more!

Bimbo Torture Sex

torture sexHe told me I looked like his next torture sex doll. I have heard that a lot in my life, but not recently. I am a free agent right now. I have no master. I have no one to watch my every move. I am liking my freedom but seems like men are always content to take away any illusion of freedom I might have. I was not looking for trouble, but it does have a habit of finding me. I was out shopping late last night. I prefer to grocery shop after midnight when the store is not crowded, and it is usually restocked on my items. This stock boy was eying my sexy body when I walked down his isle. That was when he started talking about doing some violent things to me. I was like, whatever boy. I am way out of your league. In his mind, a taboo phone sex princess like me needed put in her place. The high school boy jumped me going to my car and forced me into the trunk of his SUV. I was kicking and screaming in his trunk. We went over a very bumpy gravel road. He had this planned. Maybe it was not me he wanted, but now that he had me, he was going to make the best of it. I heard other voices before he got me out of the trunk. It was like some high school party. It was a bonfire with lots of liquor and a ton of horny teen boys. They looked at me like a glass of water on an extremely hot day. I was the star of the party. I think any woman would have done, but they felt lucky to get a statuesque blonde bimbo. They all had rape fantasies too. They used me worse than a gangbang rape porn star. My holes were battered and used. I smelled like a cum dumpster too. Freedom is just an illusion when you are a dirty bimbo whore.

Breeding wars

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Our jealousy and envy plead music to his ears. The addicting bloody phone sex made collin get his dungeon and scour all over for the perfect duo to vie for his attention. Now it’s up to the both of us to get him pleasant and satisfied and show him who is worthy of getting knocked up first. I’m sure I will get the honors because Master collin loves pumping his breeding cream in me.

Maggie has quite the feat to against to even think she has a chance in becoming the one to carry on the legacy of a domme daddy. Master collin makes us both play nice and kiss and makeup. He loves to dominate us sensually. We both know it will take a lot of swaying to get him to stick to one side.

So our breeding wars have become relatively more intense. I’m sure he will enjoy pumping his seed in me a lot more because I’ve gotten programmed so well to pump his cock even if it means my cunt bleeds in pain.

Time to pay up

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My landlord isn’t playing around. He means business, but I know him all too well. I can hear him have taboo phone sex and watch dirty porn. There’s a little plan I have brewing in my noggin. I will hurry along and make my way upstairs to his unit. It is going to be so hard for him to turn me down.

There’s a game plan in my mind but what ends up happening is much more sinister. The landlord didn’t want to fuck me all genital. He tried to make me bleed out and slap me around.

He makes it known if I want free rent for the rest of the year plus be waived the fees and debt I have already accumulated, and I have to let him use me whenever he wants, however long he wants, and torture me till he thinks necessary. I’m too desperate to protest, so here goes enslavement.

The Taboo Phone Sex Life

taboo phone sexA taboo phone sex slut can get herself into all kinds of trouble. Sometimes, I think with my pussy and that often leads to disaster. I hooked up with a guy last night. I met him in a fetish club. He was so handsome. Tall with big hands. That usually means big cock too.I do love a big cock. We had fun at the club. He is into bondage. He just lost his slave. She moved to get away from the lifestyle. I told him I was not looking to be owned. I am a free agent. You do not go straight from shackles to being a mistress. I still like bondage and pain. I just do not want to be owned 24 /7. I still like to play at the clubs for a fix of bondage and pain, but I do not want to be a slave anymore. He seemed cool with it. We had fun in the club. I said goodbye. The next thing I realize I am tied up to a dungeon bed and I am his ass rape porn star. He drugged my drink and kidnapped me. When I woke up, his hand was on my throat and his cock was buried in my ass. I glanced around the room. It was a prison. No windows. Cement walls. I was not sure if I was in his house or some dungeon. I did know that this guy could kill me and make my body disappear. I had to be careful how I responded. I acted like what he did was the hottest thing ever. He did not buy it. He slapped my face and told me he was impervious to my games. He fucked me until I passed out from exhaustion. I was still tied up on a BDSM bed when I came too but I was all alone. I think I have been kidnapped for a snuff porn.

Killer Uncle’s Accomplice

My uncle was a sadistic fuck and taught me how to be one. Living in a rural area you were able to get away with anything and he did. He made me his accomplice when it came to picking up young lot lizards.

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Once he drove them to an abandoned farm, he knocked them out with anything he had in his hand or even his fist. He would force me to help him tie them up. He loved scaring them with his knives, gracing their naked bodies with the knife and his hard cock. I saw my uncle choke them with his fat hard cock until they threw up or stop breathing, he fucked them and used them to cum even if they stopped moving. One time he chocked the slut too hard she didn’t even get to suck his cock, so he stuck his fat dick in her asshole fucking her until her limp body shit itself. My uncle is a hunter, so he knew how to gut them like pigs. Once he got rid of any human looking parts, he would then have a big barbeque for the town. No one knows the secret to his food but me.

Medical Fetish Phone Sex Calls Mean Anal Pain for Me

medical fetish phone sexMedical fetish phone sex calls scare me. Anytime, anyone asks me what my medical fetish is, I go mute. I do not want to say I am into rough anal. I mean I do love a hardcore ass fucking, but most guys are more brutal than I could even imagine with my ass. My stepson has a private client who loves medical fetish flicks. He wants an asshole prolaplsed to the point you can put a zip tie on it and make the anus look like a pacifier. No thank you. But it is not like I have a choice. I wanted to spend Father’s day with my husband and my sons, but I was summoned. I had to lie to my family about where I needed to go in the middle of our celebration. I love my family, but my stepson controls me with blackmail and cocaine. I told him I did not have much time that I could be gone. I threatened him but I cannot back it up. I can never back it up. I am too afraid of losing my cushy life. I am just a perpetual fuck up. Everything was set up for a quick snuff porn, but I dreaded this. I saw the stirrups, speculum, the Ben-Gay and the zip ties. This was going to hurt. I sat in a gyno chair with my legs spread. He used a baseball bat to pull my asshole inside out. He put a zip tie on it, followed by some Ben-Gay. My eyes were burning but not like my prolapsed asshole. Hot damn, I was in pain. I was crying. A hardcore ass fucking is one thing. I can handle that. This was anal torture. I was bleeding. I could feel it. My stepson had the camera rolling. It was a live stream for his client. I would have said, who gets off on this kind of anal abuse, but I know plenty of you do. Anal torture sex keeps my phones ringing, but this was not a fantasy call. This was abuse. When I was allowed to leave, I could not sit to drive home. My asshole was still protruding out. Just another day in the life of a druggy whore.

Kidnapped for Snuff Movies

snuff moviesI was kidnapped for snuff movies. Didn’t this dude realize I am no longer some submissive whore? My car broke down on the side of the road. I think it over heated. The temps outside are scalding hot and my old beater could not keep up. I hitched a ride with a trucker. I mean he looked harmless. Perhaps he was or perhaps he was working with someone. He could have been blackmailed, cohered or just desperate for money. Or he could have been a sick pervert who gets off on torturing women and selling them on the black market. But I soon found myself in the fight of my life. I was bound and gagged in the back of his cab and I was not alone. There were about 20 other girls. All white and pretty. Many of them jail bait girls who looked terrified. I wanted to help us all. This was karma. This is what happens when you bring little girls to hell one at a time to buy back your own freedom. I am an accomplice phone sex partner and I have trafficked girls. This was payback from the universe. The old trucker who offered me a ride spoke English, but the wranglers who we were passed off to did not. We were stripped naked and hosed off. Men came in speaking all sorts of languages and paid for us. I was taken into a dank room for some extreme bondage and torture. My purchaser punched me, slapped me and verbally degraded me, but that was just the foreplay. He had more installed for me. He violently fucked my holes and choked me while his cock was deep inside my womb. I screamed. I cried but where I was, no one cared about a blonde whore. I was just a commodity. A piece of sold meat you get at the butcher’s. Hours turned into days and I was forced with the realization that hell is real and a torture sex death was my karma.

Bondage Phone Sex, Snuff and Dismemberment

bondage phone sexI enjoy bondage phone sex. Sometimes, however, it gets too extreme for me. I have made a living off my body one way or another. I hooked on the streets for years until I was old enough to become a nude fetish model. I have always been tall. I was not always buxom, however. About 15 years ago, a fetish photographer took me under his wing. He bought me boobs. I worked them off doing shoots for him. He is retired now, but he still sends business my way. He knows a girl like me can always use money. This lead he had was for a legitimate porn studio. They needed a model with experience for a snuff porn shoot. This would be rough simulated sex and extreme bondage. The pay was too good to make me pause and really think about the legitimacy of it all. I showed up at the studio, but no one was there. I heard some sounds, so I went exploring. Bad idea. I happened upon a woman being eviscerated. No way this was staged. Not with those screams. I started to run but tripped and fell. A guy grabbed me and pulled me into the area where they were dissecting this woman like a lab frog. I was at the wrong fucking address. Flipping some numbers was about to lead to my demise. There was no saving this woman. Her entrails were on the floor, and I was slipping in her warm guts. I thought I was a dead woman, until one of the killers recognized me. He knew me from a fetish shoot. I tried to tell him I was no saint. I name dropped who I use to work for and then said I was now a very skilled accomplice phone sex partner. I told him I could do clean up or bring him more girls to mutilate and snuff. We made a deal. My life for my silence and my assistance. Just when I thought I was free, I fucking flipped some numbers and walked right into a real snuff flick.

Bloody phone sex slut

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Bloody phone sex makes your cock throb. Go ahead and pull out that dick and slide it into my bloody asshole. So many guys have had their way with me and used me up. I’m not here to complain or talk about my sob story. I’m here for you and to please as you make my gaped asshole your cum aim. 

Let me know that I am nothing but a gross whore and I am unlovebale. Show me that I will never be anything more than a  cum dump and will be a bloody bitch for the rest of my life. 

I’m going to be beaten and abused and fucked so hard that my insides feel the penetration. I’m the kind of girl you fuck over and feel no remorse about doing so.