Category: Bondage phone sex

I Outta be in Snuff Movies

snuff moviesI met him at a bar. He said I look like I belong in snuff movies. I was drunk. I was flattered. I was dumb and desperate for attention. This was my first night out in months. I drank too much. I fell for false flattery. I have daddy issues. Every time I meet an older man, I try to make him love me. I agree to anything. I do anything. And it will kill me eventually. Mark was just what I was looking for. A handsome man to take me away from the stress. I was thinking some wine, bondage and rough sex. He was thinking more along the lines of snuff porn. He thinks blonde bimbos deserve to die. They deserve to be degraded and humiliated. I went with it because I am so desperate for attention. My daddy issues run deep. He tied me up to one of those BDSM cross boards. It spun me around too. A couple good spins and I was puking from the motion sickness. He was just starting to have fun with me. He whipped me like a Nigger slave. My skin was split open. I was bleeding. He pissed in my open wounds and laughed. A deep sinister belly laugh that filled me with fear. I saw the knives. I knew what was coming. Before he slit my throat, however, he mutilated my female parts. He shoved a blow torch up my cunt. Never felt pain like that before. I went into shock. I was shaking and puking, even pissing myself. I would never breed again. That was the least of my worries though. He just did that for kicks. I was not going to survive the night, so it was all moot anyway. He sliced off my tits and my clit before he slit my throat. Bound to his cross, I slumped like a lifeless doll as the blood flowed out of my body and onto the ground.

Gangbang Rape Porn for Nothing

gangbang rape pornHe said if I made a gangbang rape porn for him, I would get a big bag of coke. He lied. I was tied up like a side of beef. Men I had never met were ushered into the room to fuck me. To violate my ass like I was a blowup doll who could not feel pain. I felt everything because he told me I could have no coke until I preformed my whore duties. He owed these guys money. I needed coke. He said he had it, but he did not. He just took advantage of my need to get high. He worked out a deal with these men. He promised them an ass rape porn star in exchange for his debt. He took money from men for coke he never delivered. These men cannot go to the cops, so they threatened to rough him up. Men are desperate to fuck in these times, so he offered me up and they agreed a whore’s ass would settle the debt. I never knew he had no coke until the last man nutted in my swollen, prolapsed ass. I was tied up, covered in cum, piss and shit. I begged for a fix and he just laughed. He said if he had coke to give, I never would have been violated by those strangers in the first place. He blamed me for being a stupid whore. Next time, I get the coke up front. My ass was ruined for nothing and I had to endure the ordeal sober.

I Smiled As I Pulled Out My Straight Edge

Accomplice Phone SexSo, daddy dropped me off at the bar to pick up a new play toy for myself. Just a hot young stud to bring home to fuck and then when I was done to hand him over to daddy to finish or perhaps, I just might finish him myself. I found a real jacked up douche that looked like he needed to be torn down by a cute petite little blonde, so I set my sights on him. I flirted with him and stroked that tiny brained ego he had, insisting on him buying all my drinks and lots of shots. Even let him “show” me how to play pool. Lol At closing time I whispered how I would like him to take me home to have some fun. His arrogant ass was like a puppy leading me to his car and driving me home. When we got there, I fixed us both a drink with a little something extra in his. We headed back to my room and he immediately started telling me how he liked things and all of the wonderful things about him. I just smiled as I undressed myself and then him. I reached up to put my hair up and he said, “I know what that means when girls put their hair up”. I just smiled as I pushed him back and started tying him to the bed. He resisted a little, but I am pretty persuasive. Once I had him all nice and tight, I leaned down towards his dick and as I put the head in my mouth, and he moaned I pulled out a straight razor from under the bad. It was an awesome bloody night and I cannot wait to tell you all about it.

Bondage Phone Sex and Torture

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex gets me wet. I love being tied up. I am not sure how I got into it. I think it started with handcuffs in the bedroom. Pretty vanilla compared to what bondage means to me now. I hooked up with John the other night. He promised me some coke if I would let him tie me up and take some photos. I always need coke because my husband no longer gives me access to the family money. He knows I have no control. I will do an entire mound of coke. I will spend my last dime too. My family’s last dime. I am a coke fiend. Many men know this, and they make me deals. I know I am exchanging my soul sometimes, but I can endure almost anything to get a fix. John got me high first. Smart move because I will agree to anything when I am high. I have a much higher threshold for pain too. John tied me to a table. It looked like a conveyor belt of some sort. I assumed he made some sort of make-shift bondage table. It was something more akin to a medieval torture sex device. It was a rack. He tied me up at first and took some pictures. His cock was out, and he was stroking it. He was hard as a rock watching me tied up. I got nervous when he hit a switch of some sort. I felt my body pulling. OMG. I thought he might tear me in two. He came on my face as I screamed in pain. My arm pulled out of its socket. The pain was intense even on coke. John did not mean to go that far, but when he heard the noise my arm made as it popped out of the socket, he came. It was not what I was thinking would happen. John liked it so much, he asked me how much to make a snuff porn next. I got to think on that one. At this rate, he will kill me.

Babysitter Phone Sex Ruse

It was a Babysitter phone sex ruse. Smoke in mirrors. The unfathomable is what they got when they acquired me as their crotch critter caretaker. I never advertised to be approached like this. I really hated the fucking cunt. She was friends with my daddy and seemed to think she was doing me a favor. Well, in a twisted awesome way she was. The little bratty cunt daughter of hers would not see the light of day ever again. She will be the latest victim of an accidental fall from grace. It’s just a thing that happens. Suicide. It’s such a trend among her age group. I got the best fun out of torturing her and letting daddy violate and beat her too. He hated the cunt just as much as I did. We had a glorious time. You see my dad was friends with the whore mommy only because he had fucked her a few times. She was a saggy whore with lots of money and he got his needs taken care of when he took care of her. I can’t wait for her to stumble into the tripwire that will set the house ablaze and take care of every bit of evidence of the fun we had. You see I am just not a babysitter type.

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Mutilation Phone Sex At Its Finest

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Its all my daddy’s’ fault that I am so good at mutilation phone sex. He set me up young. First by force fucking my and my little sisters cunny and making us into his little sex whores while mommy had run off. I still think he murdered her after finding out about the black man down the street, but that is a tale for another time. Daddy was a very sick man. He kept his glass dick filled and made us work the farm in just our undies and degraded us every chance he got. But I was his clean up girl as I was the oldest. See daddy has a habit of taking young girls and women off the street and bringing them back to the old house and doing horrid things to them. Down in the basement is a meat hook and all kinds of bondage and torture equipment. Once he had fucked these little living dolls he needed something to really get his cock off. The Meth made him hard for days. And slicing tits and nipples off was just the start. I would see his precum begin to drip as he sliced faces and pussies next. After he had held them down and smothered them with my pussy he would take a big metal pole and shove it as far as he could up these once beautiful cunts. And after that would be how he got off finally mounting a dead body growing cold under him…

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Rape Phone Sex Fantasies and Blasphemy

rape phone sex fantasiesAll men have rape phone sex fantasies if they are honest with themselves. Some just need pushed more than others. I have a hot neighbor. He is married and a do gooder. He is a pastor and that is a challenge to me. I know I am warped for wanting to discover the pastor’s dark side. I put on a tempting red outfit and went next door to make the pastor a sinner. I acted like I was interested in church. I am not a religious woman. I only worship cock. I had his attention easier than I thought. He wanted to take me into his prayer room. OMG. The pastor is a nasty freak. The prayer room was full of BDSM equipment. He told me it was a punishment room for naughty sinners like me. He made me strip naked. He tied me to some table and collared me. The pastor was a real-life sadist. He whipped me for hours telling me to repent my demons. I hurled some blasphemy sex statements like fuck your god and that angered him more. He pulled his cock out and punished my ass for my blasphemous mouth. He had no idea I was begging for it. He gave it to me harder than I expected. Turns out the pastor has some demons of his own and a very wicked side. By the time he was done with me, I was covered in bruises and welts. And cum. I was covered in holy jizz.

Knife Play Phone Sex With Faith

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The dream that I had last night caused me to wake up in wet sheets. My panties were soaked, and my sheets looked as if I had been squirting relentlessly. Do you perverted animals want to know what got my masochistic cunt drenched and creamy? My mind races to the dark, dangerous places with me being your vulnerable victim. My hand went into my messy cummy panties, and I started to fuck myself with brutal finger pumps, but as you probably could guess, that’s not enough for this pain slut. I needed more force, more anger fucking into me and pushing me to the edge.
I hopped up from my bed and got the cold silver blade that I keep in the fridge for knife play. Then I pressed the cold metal to my neck and held it there while I writhed around in the sheets and begged you not to slice my throat and take me. I heard the rough, emotionless voice in my ear telling me to fucking beg all that I wanted but that I wasn’t going to live through the night. My clit was humming with need, and it needs knife play phone sex. Take me.

Your Kidnapping Phone Sex Deviant

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I never get tired of the kidnapping phone sex stories I tell me to make them cum. I recently had a caller obsessed with kidnapping, rape, and murder of a young one from seven years ago. It was a pretty big case and As we are looking at the news reports and her sweet young face, I find an article where it said that her privates and ass were so much force fucked that they were mutilated. Can you believe mutilated by just a cock? Her little throat was strangled so much that her eyeball popped out and bled down her face. She had a bad mommy that had let her get molested before and she was poor and neglected already. Most bitches would be like that poor little girl. I am a twisted soul.  I fucking came hard finger fucking myself and now I can’t get the visions of her sweet brown eyes and long dark hair out of my mind. Talk about rape phone sex fantasies to the extreme. Let talk about it and you can cum with me! Your cock deserves the sadistic evil shit!

Just another Sadistic Phone Sex Sunday, Not My Funday

sadistic phone sexSadistic phone sex Sunday started early. It was around 2am when my stepson dragged me out of bed kicking and screaming. His dad is out of town. I knew this would happen; I just thought it would happen in the morning or late afternoon. He dragged me to the basement kicking and screaming. Not sure why I protest every time, it is a weekly occurrence. It is not that I am willing when it comes to him. It is just that I have accepted that I cannot change the way things are with him.  I am complacent. I fought and I pleaded in the beginning, and the outcome was the same as if I was complacent. I think he enjoys it more when I protest, so I try not to fight. I hate my stepson. He is an entitled brat with mommy issues. He hates me because daddy traded in for a younger model. It devastated his mother and she took it out on him and now he takes it out on me. It is revenge that makes him treat me like shit. He blackmails me so I cannot run crying to daddy, or my nice cushy life is over. I let him string me up in the basement. He put a ball gag in me so I would not wake anyone in the house. His half-brothers were sound asleep. I know if they knew what kind of abuse I suffered at their big brother’s hands, they would try to kill him. I tried to be quiet for that reason alone. It was hard last night because he beat me with a belt buckle so hard, he cracked a rib. He cut me down when I was gasping for air, but instead of letting me go, he kicked me and fucked me. Left me on the cold concrete slab with bugs crawling around. I was handcuffed and ball gagged. I was not going anywhere soon, and no one was coming to save me.