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Bondage Phone Sex with a Side of Home Invasion

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex is not always taboo or extreme, but with me, it is. I get myself into the worse pickles. I owe this man money. He told me there was a way to work off what I owed him. I figured he wanted to fuck my ass, maybe rough sex. That was not what he had in mind at all. I had to break and enter into a home and steal a file out of a safe. A woman is blackmailing him and if I could retrieve the zip drive, my debt would be wiped clean. It was too good of an offer to refuse. I owed him $10,000. I would never be able to pay it back. I did some research. My callers for home invasion phone sex helped me devise a plan. I studied the house and its occupant. I broke in when the lady had left to go to work. I found where the zip drive was, but I did not know there was another woman in the house. I never saw one while I was casing the place. She caught me off guard. We struggled, but she got the upper hand and I ended up in the basement, stripped naked and tied to a saw horse. She tortured me for answers. She knew someone sent me on a mission. She wanted the details. I am a seasoned pain slut with a high threshold for pain. I thought I could outlast her questions. She flogged me. She whipped me. She cut me too, but when she used a spray bottle of some harsh chemical that burned my skin, I sang like a canary. After that, I begged her to kill me. I know if this guy finds out that I ratted him out, he will kill me. I hate when I have no good options. Die or be burned with acid.

A little bit of hope

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My captor came down for a dark visit. He was almost sensual yet still cold and careless. As much as I beg to go home, I know I probably never will. But it seems like there might just be a little bit of hope for me. He says that if I be a good girl then I may get to see the light of day again. He made sure to let me know I wouldn’t be going home but he was willing to reward me for good behavior. Can this be true? Is he really going to let me feel the sun shining on my skin again? He hasn’t really told me what was in store for me yet. I think he may have just wanted to give me a little hope. Because lately I have just felt like giving up. This basement is so lonely. I have got to the point where I look forward to him coming back, maybe not so much of the pain, but at least its company right? At least after all the punishment and fuckings he gives me, I get a little bit of time in between to recuperate. I don’t know what I am going to have to do to get out of here, even for just a little while… but I promise to be good. 

Born for Snuff Movies

snuff moviesI want to be in snuff movies. I am a good blonde bimbo whore. I am tall too, which means more of me to hurt. I have big boobs which are great for binding with rope as well as piercing. I am a pain slut, so I will take whatever abuse you want and beg for more too. I am a dirty whore. Some men try to treat me like a goddess, but it is not what I want. It is not what I deserve either. When I met Oscar, he said he would put me in movies. He wanted me to do boring vanilla porn until I told him I was a fetish whore. I showed him what a pain slut I was and told him a bitch like me belongs in snuff porn instead. He could not agree more. He used me first. You should test the merchandise, right? He brutalized me. I looked used up once he was done, which is just the look for those darker films that make so much more money than anything you see on Porn Hub. He let the camera roll then he fucked my ass with every big object he could find. He beat me up too. I got a few fists to the face. I got a few sucker punches to my got also. What hurt the most, however, were the punches to my tits. He popped my saline bags. I now have deflated tits. He stopped hurting me after a few hours. That was too soon in my opinion because I am still breathing. He tuckered out because he is an old man. That means you must finish the job. Do you think you can pick up where he left off? I am already turning black, blue and purple. My tits are fucked up too. Just still breathing and we both know I do not deserve to be alive.

Monster I’ve Become

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Today I got see what it was like looking from the inside out. I see another girl being brought down. She looked smaller than me, more fragile and broken. She was crying and scared. I felt pity for her because I knew what was to come and I knew what she going to be put through. I felt so bad for her but then I felt relief because it meant that I was going to get a break and I wasn’t going to be abused today. I got to watch all those men abuse her. I watched her holes being filled. I watched her cry and I wanted to cry with her because I felt her pain. I kind of was being turned on though. What does that make me? My pussy being wet watching hers being pounded deep, her mouth being full and her ass dripping with cum. I watched all her holes being abused and I wanted to cum. What kind of monster am I becoming?

Brutal Ass Rape Porn

ass rape pornFinally, I got to make another ass rape porn. I am known on the BDSM circuit as a hardcore anal whore. I make bank off my ass because I do things most women will not even consider. I love cocks the most in my ass, but often directors are not paying me for the normal things in an ass. I have worked with this director before. I love him because he pays the most and he is gentler with me than most directors. Not this time. I arrived in Columbus for the shoot. He told me this was a violent and brutal forced ass movie. My cunt got wet. His videos cater to men who have rape phone sex fantasies. He made me do an enema first. He wanted my reactions as real as possible, so I never met my costars until they rushed me. He does unscripted movies to give them an authentic feel. This felt authentic. A couple guys came out of nowhere and stockpiled on top of me. They sodomized my ass, often putting a few big cocks in my ass at the same time. I could feel my asshole gaping. It was stuffed to capacity. One of the dudes tied my hands up and hooked me to a bar above the couch. He rode me hard. He did not put me away wet, however. I was dry expect for some blood from my torn asshole. Oh my, I was screaming in pain. I tried to ask for a cut, but that was not happening until it was all done. These men attacked my asshole with brute force. They pinched and bit my nipples. They spit in my face, slapping me repeatedly calling me a blonde bimbo. I know I am an anal taboo phone sex whore, but my ass has never been fucked like that. I did get paid, which is good because my asshole does not look pretty right now. I am going to need a few days to recover.

Sadistic Phone Sex

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I was in for some sadistic phone sex. I fucked up. I was trusted with some cocaine. No one should ever trust me with that. It was a lot, so I figured a few pinches would never be noticed. A few pinches turned into a few more pinches and so on. Before long, I was naked snorting coke dust off the floor because I went through it all in a couple days. In my defense, you do not tell a coke whore to watch your coke. I tried to make it up to him. I promised him money. I even offered up my fuck holes. He said nothing would teach me a lesson better than torture sex. He said pain is the only way bitches learn. He tied me spread eagle from a bean in the ceiling. He put a ball gag in my mouth because he did not want to hear my excuses or apologies anymore. He hooked me up to some sort of electric shock machine. He enjoyed watching my body convulse. I pissed myself a few times too. He took a cattle prod and shoved it up my ass. I was twitching, spitting, pissing and shitting all over the place. Shock wands are not meant for the ass. He did not care. This was punishment. He told me I had a death wish messing with his coke. I wanted to be dead. Even high as fuck, I felt every inch of what he did to me. It went on for hours until he let me go. He cut me down and I could not walk. I could barely move. I could smell my singed flesh from the current. I could also smell the shit and piss that expelled from my body. I was ready to run for the hills screaming, “Free at last,” but he was hardly done with my punishment. It is a miracle I survived the night.

All Tied Up

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He was alone this time. He had me tied in multiple places. My legs were spread open to where I couldn’t close my legs. My arms stretched out and tied to the ceiling. He said he was going to gag me but then changed his mind. He says he loves hearing me scream and cry when he is shoving his hard cock deep inside of me. He really loves it when I beg for mercy. I beg him for no more. I don’t know how much more my poor abused pussy can take. I don’t even know how long I have been here. The days run together and I have no sense of time. It’s nothing but darkness in this basement. I’ve pretty much forgotten what the sun looks like or feels like on my skin. I just hope as long as I keep him cumming and be a good girl, that maybe one day, I might get to go home.

Medical Fetish Phone Sex

medical fetish phone sexMedical fetish phone sex is painful. I know this back-alley doctor. She lost her license to practice medicine when she was prescribing Oxy to herself. My kind of doctor. Now, she does botox and gets rid of buns in the oven off the radar. She also pays druggy whores like me for experiments. Painful and violent experiments for folks who pay her for Hostel type experiences. She knows I need coke money and that I am a pain slut. I have survived torture and mutilation at the hands of her private clients. I figured one more time would not kill me. The money was too good to pass up even if I ended up disfigured or sexually mutilated. It started off fine. Painful, but not much I could not handle. They had me hooked up to electrodes. Some sort of shock therapy involving orgasms. They called me Pavlov’s Dog. I knew what it meant even if they thought I was too dumb to get it. They were trying to see if they could condition me to cum with pain. Joke was on them. I was conditioned for that ions ago. I played along because I wanted the money to score coke. My dealer would be so shocked when I paid with cash instead of ass. My experimental doctor wannabees kicked the torture sex up to 11. My flesh was burning. I think my clit was smoking. I cried. I grimaced. And I pleaded for it to end. Burning the flesh off my body is nothing new, but I am not as dumb as people think. I know if I act like the pain is nothing then the pain will become something. Those crazy bitches thought they were scarring me for life. We both know you could do far worse to me.

Ass Rape Porn Was In His Cards

I met him at the pub and knew he would be my victim for ass rape porn fun. He was my least favorite kind and exactly what I hated in School. Kevin was a fucking jock football player and Mr. popular. The type that made me take up taxidermy and castration for a hobby when I was younger. I loved the fat that he was drooling over me. His drunk ass was fucking putty in my sadistic hands. I lured the bitch of a pathetic male to the back alley and pretended I really wanted to make out with him. I kissed his disgusting mouth and when I got his pants open I found exactly as I figured I’d find. He had a pathetic fucking 5 inch dicklet! I pretended to be excited and lured him to my place. I really wanted to fuck him! But i wanted it my way *wink*. I helped him to my bed and he was so fucking drunk and worthless. He was weak as a bitch for a nice big Gothic phone sex cock. That is exactly what I had for him too! I tied him down on my bed. I stripped for him teasing him as I went. He was hard as hard as a drunk jock with a little peewee can be. I slipped into a nice harness wielding a big fucking strap-on black cock. He squirmed in his restraints. I turn the video camera on and I gave that bitch the Sadistic phone sex fuck of his life. I rammed my cock in his ass as I took his fucking tie and wrapped it around his neck and choked him until he passed out as I rode that bitch hole of his. I called a couple biker neighbors over to finish him off. That was the best fucking time.

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Kidnapping Phone Sex Story

kidnapping phone sexI have a kidnapping phone sex story for you. I was camping with my family. We were out in the wilderness in our camper. Well, I was in the camper and the boys were in the tent roughing it. I need indoor plumping. I also needed to get high. I cannot get high in front of my husband. He forbid me from doing coke years ago. He thinks I cleaned up my act. I just got better at hiding it. After everyone fell asleep, I snuck out of the camper. I was going to walk around the lake and get high. Commune with nature and do lines off logs. I found a beautiful spot where I could see stars in the sky I never knew existed. A couple guys approached me, and I was literally in a place I could disappear forever. I tried to run because they looked menacing. They took me to some cabin off the beaten path and did more than explore their rape phone sex fantasies. They strung me up from a rafter in the log cabin. They whipped me and punched me. Meth heads. They were getting high and violent. I screamed loudly, but no one heard me. I had wandered too far away from the camper to avoid detection if my husband woke up looking for me. These men sodomized me and beat me until the sun came up. They eventually passed out and I got away. I felt like I was in a Wrong Turn movie. Fucking meth head hillbillies fucked me up good. I was not sure where I was or how to get back to the camper. I just started walking. My husband was driving around looking for me, worried. I looked a little beat up. I told him I went for a walk this morning, fell then got lost. I can never admit to him the horrible things that happen to me because then it come out that I was high. I just remain silent about my many abuses so I can keep getting high.