Working as an escort servicing men parties sent me into a strange situation that really had no escape with a bondage phone sex scene. I was picked up b the man who booked me for the event. I was sent a dress to wear along with the accessories and red leather heels. Everything was lavish and designer and fit me perfectly. There was also a questionable item, a silk bondage type bag to put on my head that covered my face and eyes. I was told to put it on and wait once I let the visitor in my building. I was not to see him in any way whatsoever. I was led out by the man and helped into a car’s backseat from how it sounded. At our destination two men hauled me from the car into some sort of labyrinth, still unable to see just guided through a maze of sorts. Upon arrival to the center I was relieved of the cover and allowed to see my surroundings. I stumble a little and offered champagne as ten hunters looked me over. The all had tailored Victorianism hunting costumes and each held a different weapon, most of them were blades glimmering and sharp of differing shapes. One had a pistol and another had a bow and arrows. The champagne was spiked and I was completely confused and disoriented. I was told to remove the dress but keep the heels on. I was not to wear panties or a bra so stood naked in 6″ heels. The final command was at the sound of the pistol I was to start running, and had 5 minutes lead then the ten hunters were going to hunt me and disembowel me as they forcefully had their way with me and murdering me like the idiot prey I was.
Category: Bondage phone sex
daddies wicked little helper
Accomplice phone sex is so fucking good. I was born to be an accomplice. When I was a youngin, I would have friends over. One day I notice daddy having fun with one of my best friends. I saw the look in her eye, and she was scared and pale as a ghost. I could tell she wanted help and was relieved to see me. Daddy was nervous and even shaking. I saw her little panties down to her ankles, and daddy was roughing her up. I was standing there, and out of nowhere, something came over me. I shut the door and began beating her. Daddy had a wicked smile. Between both of us, we used up that sweet angel. I was daddies little helper from then on forever.
Please Torture Me?
Please torture me Master. I am nothing but a fucking worthless whore that deserves to be beaten til I’m bloody, black and blue. Pull my hair and drag me across the floor to wherever you want me. Punch me in the face and break my little nose and bust my pretty lips open. I want to be covered in blood, cuts and bruises. Tie me up so tight my skin turns purple and I can’t feel my limbs. Use all of my holes for the pleasure of your cock and nothing else. My pleasure should be non-existent, I am just a toy. Pound me hard and rough. Fuck my ass til it is bloody and gaping! I want to be your fuck doll to be broken, used and abused. Then you can toss me away like the worthless piece of trash I know I am.
I was a cunt
I was in this situation because I was a complete bitch to one of my classmates. Growing up, I was popular and picked on other girls. One particular girl held the grudge and had reason to come back and get revenge. I made her life a living hill. Life has a funny way of kicking you when you are down. Fast forward to a few years later, and this girl ends up being my potential boss. I had left a toxic relationship and was near homeless and down and out. Lydia was face to face with me and was my interviewer. I knew this job was my only option so I begged and pleaded for her to give me a chance. I Apologized for making life hell for her. She said she would give me the job with some conditions. I had to show her I was sorry. She texted me an address, and I went. There she was ready to give me a chance. Torture sex in front of her with her boyfriend. She wanted to see my ass prolapse and my holes fucked up. One of the jokes I made was her cunt was too loose and used. Years later, it was now mined due to her revenge. They ruined my cunt and ass cause that precisely what I was to her. Snuff sex was the best revenge, and even though it took forever to heel. It put me in my place.
Tasty Rena
I want to be your perfect little victim. I crave being used and degraded and tortured like the worthless piece of meat I am. I would fight and scream so perfectly for you. You can tie me up and gag my sweet mouth to muffle my cries. You can draw out the pain and torture as long as you want to. Cut me and make me bleed. Slice pieces from my flesh, cook them up and savor me. Force me to partake in the meat of my own body. Watch my face contort and tears stream down my face as I fight back the nausea that comes with the thought of eating my own flesh. Beat me to tenderize the meat and then butcher me. I want you to cut me up and keep all the best parts in the freezer. Cook delicious meals and remember your best victim while you eat me.
Snuff Porn Revenge
Do you have snuff porn fantasies? Most of us have murderous rage in us, even a submissive whore like me. I had a revenge fantasy that I attempted to make a reality. It backfired on me, however. I hate my stepson. It is a love hate relationship. I love that he will give me coke, but I hate what he makes me do for it. No one shames me or abuses me more than a boy I have raised since he was a young teen. He had me meet him in the woods last night. I knew he was going to fuck me in the woods. Get me high then use me like an ass rape porn star. I hid a shovel behind a tree. I planned on whacking him over the head with the shovel and burying him in the woods. I would get his stash and be done with his abuse. It was a good plan. I have been binge watching Snapped and Buried in the Backyard episodes. I wasn’t strong enough to hit him hard enough to kill him. I was only able to hit him hard enough to piss him off. He ran after me angrier than ever. When he caught me, he hit me over the head with my shovel. I woke tied up and in the back of his car. He was driving me somewhere. I pleaded for forgiveness, but he remained mute; likely seething with anger and plotting my death. He didn’t kill me. But he let me know there are no second chances. If I even looked at him cross eyed again, he would kill me and fuck my dead body without a single thought beforehand. He did kick and punch the life out me as proof that he could kill me with his bare hands if he wanted.
Bondage Phone Sex
You waited for me to come home and blindsided me with a baseball bat as soon as I shut the door. When I woke up my head was pounding and there was blood dripping down my face. But beside that, I couldn’t move. You had stripped me naked and bound my arms to my sides with the rope you brought in your kit. You forced me onto my stomach and I felt your cock slide against my pussy and slowly ease inside. I couldn’t scream since you had stuffed my panties in my mouth and then duct taped my mouth shut but I cried as you fucked my pussy. I screamed into the gag as you pulled out and forced your way into my tight virgin asshole, pounding it bloody as you turned me into an anal cum dumpster. You groaned out as you filled me up and I breathed a sigh of relief as I thought it was over. That’s when you grabbed the baseball bat. You beat me senseless with it and I was starting to lose consciousness as I felt it cold and hard against my sore gaping ass. I must have passed out from the pain while you sodomized me with the bat because I don’t remember anything past the point of you forcing it deep inside my asshole and pounding me with it. I was left bloody and broken and used up.
Bondage Phone Sex Gone Awry
Bondage phone sex is unpredictable. I sign up for some BDSM games and sometimes it gets out of control. Last night was one such night. I responded to an ad for an experienced BDSM model. I have been a fetish model for 15 years now. I have been a highlighted model on all the top fetish sites too, so I thought I would be perfect for the job. It was a scam. When I arrived, I was trapped. There was no modeling gig. I was forced to do life sex shows. BDSM sex shows for an online audience. The director was my captor. He showed me pictures of previous models. They were all dead. Beaten to death it looked like. I was going to be making a snuff porn if I didn’t give him what he wanted. I was duped into being a sex slave. I spent the entire day getting fucked in the ass. That wasn’t all either. He choked me repeatedly until I passed out. He would put something under my nose to revive me, just to choke me out again. I was screaming for help, but his audience thought it was staged. I was a trapped fetish model, forced to do live BDSM shows or die. I managed to escape only because I have been a prisoner before. I am sure I will be again too.
Ass Rape Porn for Drugs
When you are a junkie, ass rape porn gets you your next fix. Guys pay to fuck your ass. I should say they pay to fuck your ass up good. Sunday came around and I had no blow left. I blew through my weekend stash quicker than usual. I wasn’t sure who to go to, so I placed an ad on a fetish site I have used in the past. I have no dealers who will float me money anymore. I have burned too many bridges that way. I got a hit within minutes of placing the ad. College boys who just wanted to fuck an ass. They didn’t care that I was a coke head. They didn’t care that I was a milf. They just wanted to fuck my ass. I let them. I didn’t even mind that they were fucking me when I was sober. I figured college boys couldn’t hurt me too badly. I was wrong there. First, they had huge dicks for white boys. Second, they wanted to put their cocks in my ass at the same time. And, finally, they didn’t want to use any lube. Once they attacked my ass, I wished that I had coke. I just focused on the money I was getting after they got their ass jollies. I mean a gangbang rape porn isn’t anything when I need coke. It was something. Something very painful. They rammed those cocks deep in my ass dry then made me add a dildo, so it felt like three dicks in my ass at once. I was trying not to scream bloody murder as I felt my ass stretch and bleed. Finally, it was over they all nutted inside me. When I asked for the money, they laughed at me and left. They joked about fucking a whore for free.
Suffocation Phone Sex
My roommate and I had just come back from a fun night at the bar and were not expecting our night to end how it did. You were waiting for us. Ready when we came in the door to ambush us, holding us at gunpoint. You had us both strip naked, each of us crying and begging to just take what you wanted and leave us alone, but you had more sinister plans than just a robbery. You had me tie her up and then you tied my hands and legs so I couldn’t make a run for it. Both of us helpless and naked. Then I got to watch as you flipped her over onto her stomach and took her from behind. She was screaming and crying out and wouldn’t listen each time you told her to shut up. She just cried louder when you hit her across the face. I guess you were serious because you took out your knife and held her by the hair, exposing her throat. She was panicked and just wouldn’t listen when I begged her to be quiet so you silenced her for good with a gash across her delicate throat. You left her body there and made your way to me. I just nodded when you asked if I’d be quiet. You left and walked to the kitchen and found a grocery bag and some tape, I saw it in your hands when you came back in the room and began begging and pleading. I struggled against you as you placed it over my head and duct taped around my neck. I couldn’t see and was panicking as you untied my legs and used your body weight to hold me down and take my young tight cunt with your rock hard cock. I could feel myself getting lightheaded as you continued to fuck me. I drifted into unconsciousness around the time you pulled out and left me in a pool of cum.















