Category: Domination phone sex

Submissive Slut Layla

snuff phone sexHe chokes me within an inch of my life and leaves me without food for days at a time. It’s like a game to him. He keeps me locked in a dark room and only comes in to fuck and beat on me. The sad part is that I’m starting to like it. Any time the door opens to my dungeon, my pussy begins to get wet. Today is no different.
He came in, wearing nothing but a mask over his face, cock already rock hard. He placed clamps on my nipples and chained them together, using it as a make shift leash to lead me to the center of the room. I’m scream in pain as he yanks on the chain, causing me to drop to my knees. “Shut the fuck up, bitch!” he yells in response to my scream. He forces his cock all the way to the back of my throat and slaps the shit out of me when I choke. Every time I don’t do what I’m told, he yanks on my nipple clamps or slaps my face and body.
As he thrusts his cock inside me, he covers my mouth to silence my scream. “Shut the fuck up and take it”, he says forcing his cock into my little tight asshole. As he pounds me from behind, he wraps his hands around me neck and begins to tighten his grip. The harder he strokes, the tighter his grip gets around my neck until I am to the point that I can’t breathe. As he starts to moan with satisfaction, I start to lose consciousness from him choking me so hard. He has no idea, he’s getting off on me gasping for air and clawing at his hands. My fighting is just making his grasp tighter around my neck. These may be my last moments if he doesn’t cum anytime soon.

His Hot Fantasy Phone Sex Call

fantasy phone sexI love a good fantasy phone sex call. One of my favorite regulars called me today and delivered one too. A perfect roleplay for a pain slut bimbo like me. I am in a camp for frigid stuck-up bitches who deny men access to their holes. A man has the right to use me when he wants, and I should not act like I hate sex. I was singled out of the room with the other stuck-up bitches. He brought me up onto the stage so the other cunts could see my punishment. He hit me a few dozen times, which was followed with some whacks from a wooden paddle. He made me touch my cunt and it was wet. I only get aroused with pain it appeared. Once he realized I was coming out of my frigid state with pain, he grabbed a leather paddle with spikes and gave me 50 more whacks on my bare ass. The welts formed quickly. My cunt got wetter. And my punisher was not done with me yet. There was a chair, like an executioner chair, on the stage. He pushed me into it. He strapped down my arms, He shackled my ankles. I got a strap around the chest and the forehead.  Thighs and waist strapped too like I was going to be electrocuted.  I was sitting on a hole in the chair. I thought it was for when I piss myself because strapped down like that, I thought I was going to get some serious torture sex. I did get tortured; I came to death. He shoved a rabbit dildo up my cunt that was going warp speed. A metal bar kept it in place. Nipple clamps with heavy weights were affixed to my nipples. I had to beg to cum. Beg for my last cum. As I came, I was electrocuted. I died a stuck-up cunt with a wet pussy because I was a pain slut.

Tis The Season for Taboo Phone Sex

taboo phone sexTis the season taboo phone sex fun. The holidays are rough on a druggy whore. I find myself more desperate than usual for a fix to deal with people’s bullshit. I need more drugs, which means I need to do more shit to get those drugs. I met this dealer who made me a deal. He needed a soccer mom to lure some young girls to his place for a sex party. He told me if I could bring him at least 4 schoolgirl sluts, he would give me enough coke to last for a year. Clearly, he does not know me well. I snort about 5 times the average amount a woman my age and size would consume. If he wanted to make a teen rape porn, I did not care if it brought me that kind of coke. I worried at first how I would get that many at once. I have teen sons and they hang at the mall, so that is where I began. Turns out, the mall is a breeding ground for the girls he likes. I found four just the right age hanging outside Sephora, which is a make-up place. One of the girls had a high school jacket on and I knew a boy that went there. I acted like his mom and said he was having a party at our place and asked if they wanted to come over. This boy is popular. I took a risk that they knew his folks, but they were a few years younger, so I gambled and won. I drove four teen sluts to this dude’s house and handed them to him on a silver platter. I thought my job was done, but it was just beginning. I had to strip the girls, drug them and pre party with their fuck holes. He filmed me with a strapon fucking their tight teen holes. I had to fist their cunts too. I am not often the aggressor. It felt weird, but my eye was on the coke. I started to realize he wanted me to ruin their holes before he fucked them. He wanted to fuck their gaping bleeding fuck holes. He gave me some coke to bring out my evil phone sex side and it worked like a charm. They would never piss or shit right again. Well that is if they had survived. He fucked them for hours and made me kill them for him. The things I do for coke.

I Made Them Drown Each Other

 

Kidnapping Phone Sex

Ice fishing is something my Daddy taught me all about, besides sucking cock and being the perfect huntress; how to cut a hole, and how to seal one up. Well, I’ve found I have an overabundance of worthless breathing bodies in my underground playground, and I’ve decided to be a sick and twisted sadistic bitch in getting rid of these fucking people. I’m going to shuffle them out, three by three, across the ice in the dead of night; there’s no one around here on my Daddy’s neighbor’s land anyway. I figured I’d take them off family property to dispose of these fucking worthless creatures.
The neighbors are old, and never use their lake. I had them watch as I cut the hole. I told them only one would survive, and they had to push each other into the hole.Those filthy animals shoved in the water would be swept away by the current, and drown hypothermically beneath the thick sheet of ice. I laughed as I watched them fight, rubbing my juicy cunt. Plantation owners did similar; Mandingo fights, they called them. I think that racist shit is nasty and I won’t touch it, but I did steal the idea from those fucking genocidal plantation fucks. Watching them fight and struggle for their lives brought me such joy. Again and again, I’d bring three out. Often the champion remained the same.
Finally, when I only had my strongest beasts, I took them out with the help of my trusted accomplice. I had been edging for the entire week I was drowning these rats, and tonight I was going to cum as I watched my little fight ring beat the fuck out of each other and drown their competition. I was a sick bitch. I told them two could survive, so when only two were left, my accomplice shoved them both in the hole. They stared in horror from down in the freezing water as I came while my accomplice sealed up the ice.
I’m a twisted fucking nightmare baby. You got some sick fucking fantasies? You know which Alaskan Witch to ask.

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Castration Phone Sex and CBT

castration phone sexFor most of my callers, castration phone sex is just a fantasy. Most callers would never harm their best friend but for whatever reason, they like to fantasize about a sexy bitch removing their testicles. I have castrated men in real life for money and for fun. Last night, I talked to a real CBT junkie. He sent me bloody dick pics to prove it too. Those are the only kind of dick pics I want to see. He has a mistress he sees weekly, but he is addicted to genital pain and mutilation. We got along great. I am a fan of cock and ball torture. I have used urethral sounding devices before and I have made my own too. I am a fan of those long medical Q-tips and some Icy Hot. If you do not have a sounding device, we can make one to cause your pecker to burn and bleed. I have all kinds of methods for cock and ball torture. Castration is just part of the CBT torture sex that makes my pussy wet. I looked at the picture my late-night caller sent me again this morning. Tacks in his scrotum and around the base of his dick. The urethral sounding device sticking out of his pee hole. Blood tricking down his cock. Work of art. Takes a lot of dedication to do that to yourself too. I was on such a CBT high this morning, that I just had to castrate someone. It is easy nowadays to select a loser for castration. Just go to any news story and read the comments or look at Facebook. Tools are a dime a dozen. I picked the first tool who seemed in close proximity and hit him up on social media. Chuck was happy to come over. He thought I was so turned on by him I wanted to fuck him. He was a candidate for a Darwin award. The loser let me tie him up. He was so annoying; I chopped his balls off with a rusty blade and ten minutes later took his cock too. I had to dispose of his body. Thank goodness he was a runt. I should have known. Little men are the angriest on social media. Apparently delusional with no understanding of women too.

Thanksgiving Rape Phone Sex Fantasies

rape phone sex sex fantasiesRape phone sex fantasies are on the rise. Maybe it is the holidays or the virus or a combination of many things. Who knows, but this soccer mom has taken a virtual pounding. I love being able to help guys work out their aggression. Unlike my stepson, most of my callers only have fantasies that they would never act out. My stepson does not have fantasies. He acts out everything. He has hated me since his father married me. I was the mistress. I was supposed to be the side piece not the new wife. Holidays are a sore spot for him. He always gets drunk and gets even. We had a nice small family Thanksgiving. I thought it went well. Honestly, he was on good behavior. But later that night, he followed me when I snuck out of the house to get a fix. I would later find out it was a set up. He had spoofed my phone making me think I was meeting my dealer to get some coke. He led me right to a gangbang rape porn. There was no dealer. There were no drugs. Just a bunch of his friends willing to force fuck his stepmom for him. I had no idea I was walking into a trap. As soon as I was in the secret meeting place, the door shut, the lights came on and I saw the men. They looked like hungry vultures. They started to paw at me. It felt like I was going to be torn limb from limb. They yanked my arms so hard, I felt my arm pull right out of the socket. When I saw my stepson, I knew I had been set up. His civility at dinner was masking his plan to have me gang banged against my will. He let his friends do his dirty work. They fisted me. They sodomized me. They broke me both spiritually and physically.  And all for a 20-year-old grudge.

Your ass is mine

I love watching ass rape porn. However last night I also experienced it. I was all alone at home and was watching porn with my air pods in and did not hear someone come in. Whoever it was placed a pillowcase over my head and held it in place with some tape. I couldn’t hear anything except the porn that he turned up and couldn’t see anything due to the pillowcase. He flipped me over so I was face down and he cut off the panties that I was wearing. I felt him fumble a little and then felt a hard cock poke at my little chocolate hole. I was squirming and trying to stop him but he just used his body to keep me in place and shoved his lubed cock all the way in. I was screaming and crying as he continued to pound my pucker. I could feel his cock swelling as he got ready to cum. He sprayed my insides down and then waited until his prick softened before he removed it. He then took 3 fingers and shoved them back in my tiny hole but this time they were covered in hand sanitizer that burned all of the small cuts that I got when he shoved that pork sword straight in. He then got up and left knowing that I’d be able to free myself. I got up and looked all over the house but he was gone. What I didn’t know was that he filmed the whole thing and put it online. I found it and came watching myself being anally raped.

Ass Rape Porn Roleplay

ass rape pornAss rape porn was not how I planned on celebrating Thanksgiving. I have no family. My mom left me when I was a wee girl. My daddy just beat me and fucked me until I ran away. I may have siblings I do not know about, but I have not seen my parents since the 90s. Holidays are rather lonely times for a worthless bimbo like me. Instead of wallowing in self-pity, I got dressed up and went to a local tavern. I did not know that they had to close by 10 pm because of COVID. I had only been there an hour, so I was nowhere near drunk. This handsome man asked me if I wanted to keep the party going. He looked harmless. He seemed nice. I did not want to be alone, so I went back to his place with him. He was not very tall. Nor was he beef caked up. I figured I could take him being as tall as I am if his inner devil made an appearance. I was not prepared to be drugged. I should no better than that. I guess I let the holiday blues cloud my better judgement. I woke up naked tied to a workout bench with his cock in my ass. I tried to fight, but he had me duck taped to this bench. He was calling me Margie. I think he was living out some of his rape phone sex fantasies for a woman named Margie. He was in some violent fugue state. He was just fucking me. Making no sense. Violent, intense thrusts in my ass. The force with which he penetrated me with, rubbed my arms against the bar, breaking the tape. I got loose, but not for long.  He slapped me hard. I stumbled backwards and he tackled me. He kept calling me Margie as he continued to sodomize me. Eventually he passed out and I got away. Not without some damage to my asshole, however. Maybe Margie rejected him or was his sister who cock teased him. If you need a holiday escape, maybe I can offer you some violent roleplay phone sex fun?

Ass Rape Porn Pays the Rent

ass rape pornAss rape porn was served up for breakfast. I was fast asleep when my dog started barking. Before I could wipe the sleep out of my eyes, the landlord burst into my bedroom with a few of his pals. They had been up most of the night drinking and were horny. Plus, I was behind on my rent since I have not worked as much during the pandemic. My landlord thought he would use my holes in trade. I could smell the liquor on their breath. It was obvious that my landlord had been in my apartment before because he knew where I keep my BDSM equipment. He pulled out my leather restraints and bound my hands. He affixed my arms above my head and shackled me to the metal beam on the canopy. His pals whipped their dicks out and circled me like a pack of wild animals. I was not going anywhere. My landlord got first dibs on my whore holes. He slid under me and fucked me so hard my head hit the beam above me. My head started bleeding, but my landlord continued to sodomize me. When he nutted, his drunk cohorts pulled me out of bed, tossed me on the floor and gang banged me. I was pinned downed like a criminal. My landlord kicked me in the ribs to quell my feistiness. As they force fucked me, they called me names like whore and slut and spit in my face. My landlord rifled through my nightstand drawer and found my sex toys. He knew right where to look too. He shoved a dildo in my ass as his pals skull fucked my mouth and pussy. They took turns exploring their rape phone sex fantasies on all my holes. By the time they were done, I was a hot mess. Sore and coated in cum. My landlord pissed in my face and told me I still owed him this month’s rent, so they would be back.

Bondage Phone Sex Gone Wrong

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex can go horribly wrong when you are a druggy whore. One of the ways I make extra money to score coke is with bondage shoots. I enjoy being bound and gagged for photographers. It makes me feel vulnerable. It requires trust. I must trust the photographer. Trust that he is taking pictures for some sort of fetish site and not going to hurt me. The truth is though, that if I am restrained, you can do anything you want to me. Stuff a ball gag in my mouth and I cannot scream for help. This makes me your perfect victim. I agreed to a bondage shoot with the guy I did not know. Coronavirus has limited my options for making money to buy coke, so I answered an ad on a fetish site. I thought he was just looking for models to profit from. A photographer pays women like me to be his model. He then makes way more money from selling the pictures to many different online rags. I never have ownership of the pictures, even though I am the model. The guy seemed fine. He had an assistant who tied me up and helped me into certain poses. He was polite while taking pictures, then suddenly Mr. Hyde disappeared, and I was dealing with Dr. Jeckel.  He got verbally abusive. He spewed a litany of insults at me. His assistant started yanking the ropes like a sick puppeteer. My arms were restrained behind my back and I could feel him pulling tightly like he wanted to fracture my arm. I was not just uncomfortable; I was in pain. His assistant came around to the front of me and spit in my face before he began using me as a punching bag. He broke my nose. Fractured some ribs. I passed out strung up on my tippy toes. What woke me was the impact my body made on the floor when he cut me loose. They were not done yet. I agreed to a bondage shoot, but what I made was a gangbang rape porn. Other men came into the room and fucked my pussy and sodomized my ass for hours. At least I still got paid. The coke I bought helped dull the pain until it did not.