Category: Domination phone sex

Snuff Porn Whore

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I was born to be in snuff porn. That is what daddy always told me. I ran away from home thinking I could escape cruel men like him. I have not been so lucky in that department.  I have come to accept the fact that it is me. I am a worthless whore, not a special princess. I don’t deserve to be treated well by men. I went on a modeling gig this week. The ad was for a young girl who didn’t mind bondage. The pay was $500. That would help me pay the rent. I figured it was easy money, but it was anything but easy. I arrived at the address I was provided. It was an old warehouse by the river. I could smell dead fish. It was dark and creepy. I knew I was in trouble, but I ignored my inner voice. I think I have a death wish. I just put myself into too many dangerous situations. I was surprised there were people there. Maybe it was legit after all? Nope. They jumped me. They force fucked my mouth. They fisted my ass. They put wine bottles up my cunt and laughed at the stupid whore who answered their ad. I think all I deserve is to be treated like a whore. Do you agree?

Snuff Sex Fever

snuff sexSnuff sex was on my mind late last night. I had an itch that needed scratched. I got out of bed, got dressed and went cruising for a victim. It was around 2 am, which meant plenty of drunk bitches and bastards around. They make the best victims. I was in the mood for a drunk bitch. The city was full of them too. Drunk coeds in short skirts and high heels stumbling all over the sidewalks. I found one alone and snatched her up. She was easy prey too. She thought I was an Uber. I put her in the back of the car and thought if only you were with me. You could have added a dark sexual component to the kill. I took her to the lake. I have a kill shack there no one knows about. Only hunters go there or people like me who want to do bad things and never get caught. She passed out in the back of my car making it easier for me. But I like the thrill of the kill. I tied her up on a dirty disposable mattress and waited for her to wake up. I wanted her to know I was going make her a snuff porn star. I fucked her cunt with a knife. Stabbed her whore pussy, killing her from the inside out. The more she fought, the wetter my cunt got. I sexually mutilated her body and tossed her to the coyotes. I burned the mattress in the fire pit. No one will miss another drunk coed skank. Next time just promise me, you will join the fun.

Dream girl

domination phone sexI turned you down nonstop and once you had the chance you had me right where you wanted me. You were going to use me to your likings and turn me into your slave slut. I didn’t want to give you the goods, so now you are going to take them without my consent. You don’t care if I’m screaming bloody murder you will make sure to put me in my place. Domination phone sex is your favorite and its because that is the only time you have power and control. You own every inch of me now. I will be your dream girl and smile and act like I am happy even though you are using my holes till they are bruised and in pain.

Castration Phone Sex Accomplice

castration phone sexCastration phone sex brings me joy. I enjoy taking the balls off losers.  Last night, I helped a friend castrate her sexist boss. She has been complaining to me about him for years. No promotion, no raises and she must put up with him jacking off in front of her and coming on to her all day at the office. I told her we needed to go 9-5 on his ass in a sadistic way; get revenge and teach him a lesson. She stayed last night late to work with him. Just the two of them. I had to show up before he explored his rape phone sex fantasies with her. I had her spike his drink. I just wasn’t sure he fell for it. When I arrived, she was starting the party without me. It was okay. She had years of pent up hostility towards this jack ass. I understood. He was tied to his desk naked. His little dick separated from his balls with her hair tie. He was awake and fighting. He only fought more when he saw me. I video taped her teasing him about his little dick and worthless balls. He had a lot of bravado and toxic masculinity for some one with such a worthless cock. She couldn’t decide if she wanted to use scissors or a knife to get rid of his toxic testicles. I told her to use dirty scissors. She didn’t numb him. She just snip snip snipped until his balls hit the floor. He screamed in pain. There was a lot of blood too. It was gory. We could have cauterized his wound, but he didn’t deserve to live. Not for the pain and agony he has put my friend through. We let him bleed out. My friend was not the only one he has harassed. There is never just one victim.  Girls will start talking and the police will have too many suspects.

Domination Phone Sex: Sex and Submission

domination phone sexDomination phone sex is what a slut like me needs. I try to tell guys I am a switch, but that is just me resisting my true nature as a submissive whore. That is what Ted said. He wanted to break me. I thought he meant spiritually, like when you are getting slave trained to a new master. He wanted me broken mind, body and spirit. I spent 4 days locked in his basement. I was chained up naked. I was deprived light and basic necessities like food and water. I was even denied my dignity because I had to piss and shit on the floor. Everyday, he came in and hosed me off like a dirty animal. It was difficult to keep it together in the dark, starving and cold. He would shock me with a cattle prod. He would piss in my face. He would make me say, “I’m a worthless cunt,” repeatedly. I wanted released badly, but he didn’t think I was broken enough yet. I didn’t know how I could be more broken unless I was like snuff porn dead. He started cutting on my tits and punching them so hard the saline bags popped. At this point, I wanted to be dead. He suddenly released me. I was bloody and battered and mutilated, but I was saying yes Sir and no Sir like a good girl. I guess it just takes the right man to make me understand I am no switch. I am only a submissive whore.

Torture Sex Kidnapping

torture sexI was kidnapped for torture sex and rape fantasies. I was out for a jog when a man grabbed me. I didn’t know what was going on until I woke up in a basement tied up, hanging upside down and blindfolded. Two voices spoke to me. I was instructed to cooperate or die. I was a victim of opportunity. They snatched me on the running trail, drugged me and bound me tightly. I thought perhaps I knew one of them, but I think I was just in the wrong place at the right time for them. Tape was over my mouth, so I couldn’t ask questions. I feared I would be snuff porn material. They took turns punching me like I was a boxing bag. My tits were bound and tortured too. They shocked with a stun gun used on cattle. I started pissing myself and convulsing. Then something that has never happened to me, happened. I was fucked hanging upside down. I heard something being set up. Once I felt a fist in my cunt, I knew it was a ladder. My captors fisted and fucked me from above. They filled me up with cum, abused my holes and then cut me down. I landed like a sack of potatoes. I was told I would be cut free, but if I took off my blindfold before my cell timer went off, I would die. I was only on the ground for about 20 minutes, but it felt like eternity. I escaped death again. Next time, I might not be so lucky.

Stupid Bondage Phone Sex Whore

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex gets kinky with me all the time. I am not a normal girl. I do fetish photo shoots and some of the guys who hire me are legitimate fetish directors and photographers. Others are not. It is a gamble, but as a taboo whore, I like risky odds. I take many risks.  My last photo shoot was in Columbus, OH. It went well and was a legitimate outfit I have worked for before. That was a risk that went well for me. When one of the crew gave me the name of another director, I assumed it was legitimate too. That was a wrong assumption on my part and an example of one of many bad risks I have taken.  I arrived at some studio in bumb fuck Indiana the other night. No crew. No set. It didn’t appear to be a legitimate operation, but being the dumb bimbo, I am, I didn’t turn away when the bells and whistles were going off in my head.  A large man greeted me at the door and yanked me inside. In a matter of minutes, I was hanging upside down getting skull fucked. I was hoping that was the worst of it, but not by a long shot. He took a taser to my pussy and ass. I was convulsing upside down and pissing everywhere. Because of hanging upside down, the piss went all over me. I was tasting my own urine. He kept me strung up so long, I passed out because of the blood rushing to my head. The next morning, he let me go, but he made it clear I was not being paid to be his stupid torture sex slave. Live and learn. I am lucky I continue to live because I never seem to learn.

Snuff Phone Sex: I Should Be a Mortician

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex is what gets my cunt wet. Dripping wet. I am not a romantic girl. I don’t cuddle. I do fuck, however. I met this man on Tinder. He seemed perfect. He is a mortician. I mean how could someone who works with dead bodies be a spooner? I was not expecting him to be sappy. He was an over the moon romantic. I had to get rid of him. Yeah, I am that bitch. I killed the mortician. We fucked in his mortuary on a table where he embalms cadavers and the mother fucker tried to spoon and cuddle with me. I grabbed a syringe of something and jammed it in his neck. He started convulsing and died quickly. Me bad. I was hoping just to numb him. I killed him but his cock was still hard. I am not against sex with dead bodies. In fact, I prefer it. When you kill a guy quickly enough and at the right time, his cock is still hard enough to fuck. Warm enough too. I love a hard cock. I enjoy fucking just not the romantic shit. I shoved his body into the crematorium and disposed of his body quickly. I think I need to become a mortician. They have the perfect tools for snuff.

Abuse my Ass

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I want you to abuse my ass until it is bloody and bruised! Please spank it, whip it, paddle it, cane it! Just use and abuse it until it is so sore I won’t be able to sit for a week! Then, after it is red and hot and tender please fuck my tight little asshole! I just want to be your nasty anal cock sleeve for your thick hard dick to use. I’m worthless to you without my holes and I know it so please just use them and abuse them! Force your huge cock into my tiny ass hole and fuck it hard and fast and deep until I am bleeding and prolapsed. I don’t care if it hurts, I’ll bite my pillow to muffle my screams!

Torture Phone Sex

torture phone sexI was in Columbus again this past weekend for a torture phone sex shoot. There is an outfit there that loves me. They hire me every couple months. This was not the same director as last time. I recognized him though from the last shoot. He shared the camera with me as my executioner. This time he was behind the camera to film me. The studio was not as as busy as the last time. It felt off to me. I wasn’t sure why, but it did. I asked a few questions because I didn’t want to get myself in a jam out of town. This was a private film.  A simulated snuff porn he assured me. It was for a private wealthy client. I saw 8MM. I called bullshit on the simulated part. I didn’t want to die. I was lured by the stack of money, tax free. I agreed. They didn’t kill me but it was torture. I was tied to a standing beam with my feet above the grown. It was mummification and breath play. I was sweating. I could feel my heart beat slowing down. I was not comfortable. When my costar pulled out his cock I thought if he skull fucked me, I might die. He skull fucked me but I didn’t die. I did pass out. Luckily, I was revived. I could have died. These were strangers. I was in a strange town. It was torture but torture pays well.