I love taboo phone sex. I am a kinky sub who lives a BDSM lifestyle. Sometimes my experiences are like Fifty Shades of Gray, sometimes they are more like 8MM. It all depends on the man I am with. Tony is more sadistic than Christian Gray. I met him at a bondage club last month and we have been hooking up for BDSM games ever since. Last night, I met some of his friends at a BDSM party. Everyone there was wearing some form of a leather mask, even the women. There were a lot more men than women, however. I was a little nervous. Other than the fact that he likes fucking me, there is nothing binding us together for the long haul. He could just as easily snuff me out and move on. I was the first woman up on the chopping block. I was stripped naked and put on a St. John’s cross. It was the moving kind. A big executioner looking guy spun me around so quickly, I got dizzy. When I got my bearings, I realized that a group of men were surrounding me with their dicks out. I thought maybe gangbang rape porn time, but that was not what happened sadly. They each grabbed an instrument to whip and flog me with. It felt like a public stoning. I was whipped and beat at the same time with different devices, all of which left marks and broke skin. I was crying and begging for mercy, but they just laughed. They called me names and when they were done, another group of guys came up and did the same thing. I was bleeding and I was sure I had some broken bones, especially in my ribs. Tony told me that I was a stupid whore who he was done with. The way he said done, made me think he was going to kill me. I passed out and woke up at home, covered in blood and cum, barely able to move. I wished he would have killed me.
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Taboo Phone Sex Stories
Taboo phone sex stories are something I have many to share. I have this one kinky master who is into a lot of fetish things. We hooked up the other night in his fetish basement. He strung me up in the air in a harness. He put these little pinching clips all over my thighs and pussy. It was like a swarm of bees stung me. My thighs and pussy were pulsating with pain. It was not pain I couldn’t handle, but it was annoying constant pain. Master brought out one of those industrial sized dildos too. Please and pain. He loves to inflict both at the same time. As he masturbated me with that large wand, I started pissing. I made a mess of Master. He was not happy that I pissed on him. It was like a flood gate had opened between my legs and a geyser spewed out. He started whipping me with his belt. The belt buckle lashed my labia making my cunt lips bleed. I was begging for forgiveness, but I angered him. I took my lashings, but he left me strung up overnight, bleeding and swollen and pissing on the floor. I loved every minute of it.
torture sex with the maintenance man
My maintenance man wanted a piece of me. I knew he has been lusting after me for a while. One day I needed his help after hours. I called the after-hours emergency number. My a.c was leaking. Luckily he was able to come in and fix it, but after he set the a.c, he wanted something else. I could see from the look in his eyes; he meant business. My heart started to race as he came nearer to me. I was worried I was going to be used. I wish that were all that happened. My guess is he had been drinking for hours and wanted to act on his fantasy. I never gave him the time of day. You can say this was revenge for that. I would ignore his advances and never participate in his small talk. The maintenance man grabbed me and started to beat me up. Torture sex for hours was what I got from him. I ended up being used so bad I couldn’t think straight or walk well for weeks.
Mutilated Teen Whore
My pimp caught me stealing cash again. He said this time, I will learn the lesson of what happens to thieving whores. He sent me to a strange hotel room and told me that I am to do whatever this john tells me to do. When I got there, I was told to take off all of my clothes immediately. I was tied to the bed with my short teen legs spread out wide. The john pulled out a long 3 foot leather whip and told me that if I screamed, things will only get worse. If I made it 20 lashings without screaming, I’d be free to go. He began whipping my tiny teen tits until the skin ripped and bled. I couldn’t help it, I screamed after 5. That was against the rules. So I had to be punished even more. The john then took out a huge wooden cain and told me that if I could go 10 lashings without screaming, I would be free to go. Except there was one more rule, I had to beg to be whipped harder each time. He started by striking the cain on my teen tits one more time. But then, he struck my pink teen cunt over and over again. He whipped harder as I counted until my clit and teen pussy swelled up and bled all over my thighs and the bed. It tore up my cunt, I couldn’t contain myself. The pain was so intense, I screamed after 3 whippings. Disobedient whores like me deserve more punishment. The john took out a long metal rod and heat it up until it was white hot. Then he pressed the metal into my puffy bleeding teen nipples and branded me. Then he reheat it again and pressed it deep into my swollen clit. That should teach me a lesson, he said.
Ass Rape Porn Easter
It was an ass rape porn Easter. I was looking for some blow to celebrate the holidays. The guys that were going to give me the blow, punked me. They had no blow, just devious plans to sodomize me. They were high on something, but by their looks, my guess was they were crack heads. I just snort lines of coke. I know I shouldn’t sound like I am better than them since I am a submissive whore, but these guys were not who I wanted to party with on Easter Sunday. I had told my family I was going to the store, and I snuck downtown to score some blow. I came home with no coke and a gaped, swollen asshole. When I arrived, they were waiting for me. One of them jumped me while the other one put chains on me. I was restrained before they stripped me naked. They informed me they had fisting fantasies. These crack head bastards fisted my ass until he was gaped wide open. It was so big, they could put their entire fist inside me without touching the walls of my asshole. Luckily, they grew tired of fucking with my asshole. They let me go, but I had to waddle home to my family with an ass gaped so wide I would never shit the same way again. I guess I should never try to score coke off Tinder.
Kinky and Violent Bondage Phone Sex
I love bondage phone sex. I am a kinky whore. Things got kinky as fuck last night at this underground fetish club. I have been there before. It is hit or miss. Sometimes it is tame and sometimes it is wild. Last night it was wild. I was the only woman in the place. That has never happened. I don’t know what was going on, but the men in the club were wild for me. They decided to all use me. I got tied up on a table with leather restraints. My tits were bound, and I couldn’t move. They pulled out their cocks. I was thinking gang bang, but they coated me in their piss. They peed in my face and my mouth; they even peed in my fuck holes. Once I was drowning in urine, they started fisting me. I wanted fucked, but they denied me. One of the guys said I looked like a diseased skank. They were content just to fist me. They laughed as they fisted both my pussy and ass at the same time. I was grimacing in pain. When I got shit on their hands, they made me lick it up. One of the guys said I looked like a snuff porn star, then he pulled out a knife. They took turns cutting my pretty flesh until I was covered in blood too. My open wounds stung from the piss still on my body. That was the wildest night I have had at that bondage club.
Torturing Tess
Torturing little girls who think they can’t be touched is a hobby of mine! The juice bar is a great play to find a teen slut who dismisses anything that doesn’t serve her. Tess (the name on her cup) ran into me and spilled her fruit smoothy down my black shirt, not thank you or anything as she rushed past! I was on her in a flash, the car door barely shut before I had stuck a needle on her arm and knocked her out cold. When Tes awoke I was naked over her body admiring her sweet curves as I buckled the last leather strap. Her screaming awoke my pussy! I wanted nothing more than to off her quickly so I could cum, But I waited for Xander, He wanted to film this snuff star and make sure her every abuse was captured! I would get my turn to be her demise! I enjoyed the thin slices of flesh being pulled off her. My fist covered in barbed wire fucked her to shreds! It was amazing and made me cum down my thigh when Tess screamed for her daddy, Only to look up in horror as her daddy was the one strangling her! Remember My pets there are no coincidences ever! This snuff accomplice always hunts her victims! And fucking enjoys every bloody forced sex minute!
Home Invasion Phone Sex Fantasies
I have home invasion phone sex fantasies. Do you? My dark desire is for a handsome, dominant stranger to break into my house one night when I am all alone. He puts a chain around my neck and makes me his slave. His sex slave who he violates in every hole in every room of the house. The idea of being force fucked in my sons’ twin beds or my marriage bed gets me wet. I know I am a fucked up bitch. I do a lot of cocaine and it makes me twisted in the head. I had such a hot dream about a home invasion last night that I woke up thinking it had happened. In fact, I had a red purple mark around my neck like a chain had been there. I had ligature marks on my ankles and my wrists like I had been tied up. My ass was sore like an ass rape porn star. There was even cum oozing out of my fuck holes. Fresh cum too. I know I was high and drinking wine, but how can I not remember getting bound and fucked in my own house? I have been masturbating all morning trying to remember who the handsome stranger was that made my wicked fantasy cum true. Was it you?
how bad do you want it
I interviewed for my dream job. I have been dying to get this postion. When I got the callback, I knew I nailed it and had it in the bag. I thought my potential boss loved me and was respectable and professional. Going in for this second interview was something I wanted more than ever. I was so close to victory and potentially got this job I have hoped for, for what felt like the longest. I walked in gleefully and cheery. I could tell he was not in the mood. I guess he was parting a little too much because his blinds were closed and it was dark. I could feel the environment and vibe shift even more sinister when he started asking me sexual questions. I tried to shrug it off, but he came on even stronger. Panick surged inside me, and all I could smell was the liquor on his breath. I was wondering why he was so close to me, and I knew he wanted a piece of me. He asked me how bad I want the job and proceeded to have snuff sex with me till I was knocked out cold.
Snuff Porn Punishment
My punishment was snuff porn. I didn’t have to make it. I had to be the star of one. I cheated on him. He put a tracker on my car and busted me with my trainer. I was in trouble. He had always told me that if I cheated on him, I would wish I was dead. He was right, too. He dragged me by the hair from my lover’s bed. I was half clothed, but he didn’t care that he was making a spectacle. And no one cared about a half-naked blonde bimbo. When we got back to his place, he tossed me in his basement. It was dark and musky. I was terrified. I don’t like the dark. I felt things crawling on me. Spiders and those creepy house centipedes were swarming my body. I felt sick. I screamed for hours. I tried to flick them off me. He knew my fears and used it against me. He asked me if I was sorry yet. I told him I would do anything to make it up to him. Anything. I would rather be dead than in that basement full of creepy crawlers. He released me, but it was not a better fate. Just one less heart pounding for me. I am a pain slut; I could handle the whipping better. He strung me upside down from a banister and whipped me for so long, my flesh tore from my body. It was like being a black slave in the late 1800s. He left huge gashes in my flesh. No way I won’t be scarred for life from that. He left me hanging upside down bleeding overnight. The next morning, he cut me down and made me breakfast like nothing had happened. This taboo phone sex slut is dating a sociopath. I will never escape him.