Category: Domination phone sex

Initiation

Snuff phone sex

I’m still a sex slave for a hot lesbian Dyke. She liked me so much she has me working in her shop. While I’m there I have to wear a sexy leather under my jacket with no shirt so she can get a view of my tiny tits whenever she wants. I wear denim jeans with a rip in the crotch so that while I’m working, she can come up behind me and jam a finger into my ass or pussy, or bend me over and fuck me silly with her enormous strap on.

She told me she had a little surprise in store for me. I was blindfolded on the back of her motorcycle and taken to a biker bar. There wasn’t a man in sight, just a bunch of butch lesbians in leather with their bitches on leashes or wearing collars. I was brought inside and taken to a stage where a noose was placed around my neck. It wasn’t enough to choke me out, but enough to subdue me. I was stripped naked while all the women whistled and hollered. Breanna fucked me on stage and shoved various toys into my pussy and ass while they all watched. I was totally humiliated but wet as hell too. The crowd took their turns coming up and twisting my nipples, fucking me with their strap on or jamming their fingers into my pussy and ass. I was lurched forward onto my knees and forced to eat one of them out. She told me if I didn’t make her cum, she would put out her cigarette on my ass.

I was tormented and degraded the entire night, but Breanna seemed please so I think I must have passed her initiation. I just wonder what she has in store for me next?

Taboo Phone Sex Rape Fantasies

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex fantasies consume me. What about you? I was dreaming of being forced fucked by my step-son when I woke up and he was on top of me. A dream is one thing. Reality is very different. His hand was around my mouth. I saw the big ass knife on the pillow next to me. I knew if I screamed, he would slit my throat and my babies would find me dead in a pool of blood in the morning. His cock was ravaging my pink asshole. My ass can never catch a break. After he nutted in my swollen ass, I figured he was done. I should have known better. He is a sadistic guy. He hates me with a passion, so when we have these encounters that are like something out of your rape phone sex fantasies, I never get away unscathed. His fist was the next thing up my ass. He put on a pair of brass knuckles first to increase the pain. No lube, just his cum was all that he said a whore like me needed. I have had fists up my ass before, but never with brass knuckles. As he twisted his fist inside my ass, I felt my anal wall ripping. I could feel the shit and blood mixing together as he prolapsed my ass yet again. I passed out from the pain, but he woke me up with his fist down my throat. All I could taste was a strange mix of blood and shit. I hate my step-son as much as he hates me. I just lack the power and strength to ever stop him.

Female Domination Phone Sex

domination phone sexDomination phone sex with women is not what you would imagine. Women are far crueler than men. My master gave me to this woman for a day. He owed her a favor, and this was how she wanted repaid. She wanted to abuse a woman. She wanted to abuse me. She was not into typical BDSM games. At first, it seemed okay. I had to worship her ass and cunt. I spent a few hours with my face buried in her fuck holes. She smelled nasty and tasted worse. I swear she purposefully didn’t shower to humiliate me.  I thought if it was just an evening of smelling her dirty ass, I could handle it, but she was jus warming up for some anal torture sex. She had a variety of large objects never meant to go in an ass. She put a ball gag in my mouth then started ramming large things in and out of my ass. In her words, “I’m going to ruin your asshole bitch.” I have heard that before, but this bitch meant it. I felt the pain. Sometimes it felt like my insides were being yanked out. Every shit stained object that went up my ass, went in my mouth too. I had to clean the shit and blood off everything that she fucked my ass with. The five hours I was with this bitch seemed like an eternity. I just hope Master doesn’t share me with her again. When I left, I was prolapsed again. Master just fucked it back into my asshole like he always does.

Evil genius mind

Evil phone sex  When I get a serious feeling to be violent I come here. I stay in my head. I hurt first, but then it becomes evil. Hate is something I have had built over time. Never show the right way so I’ll continue to pray. Let me sit and think to ponder in my thoughts. My body wants to be taken over but it can’t so I’ll take over someone else. My dad’s girlfriend is an evil cunt. Who treat my brother and me with disrespect. I come to think, to plot something. Being a sexed crave bitch I want to show her what it’s like to be yelled at and physical. She wants to slap me around I am going to do the same thing to her. I might even poison her first. Make her die really slow and as soon as she is sick make her take cocks in every hole. Making her beg will be my greatest pleasure. Give me some great sick ideas. She took my daddy away from me. All his attention is on her now. Or maybe I should self-harm and make it all seem as if she is doing it to me.  Advice?

Christmas Castration Phone Sex

castration phone sexChristmas castration phone sex season is my favorite time of year. I think the holidays bring out the worst in men and when that happens, I am there with my knife to teach them a permanent lesson in holiday cheer. I was at the mall over the weekend. Still plenty of time left for holiday shopping. No need to be a dick, but this guy was. I had the last new iPhone in my hand from the Apple store. This jackass grabbed it from me and said he needed it more. It was a fucking phone and this jack ass stole it right out of my hands. Well, that didn’t set well with me. That kind of behavior required a lesson. I followed him to his car, placed my knife against his rib cage, and forced him in his car. I handcuffed him once he was in the back seat. I drove him to a no tell motel where crack whores and junkies hang out. The motel desk clerk is a junkie himself. I gave him an 8 ball to forget he ever saw me. I took room 69 because I thought it was funny. This Grinch was not getting anywhere near my pussy or any pussy ever again. I could have given him some whiskey. But I wanted him to feel the pain of a jagged edge slicing off his balls. This hotel was damp, dark and disgusting. I shoved a ball gag in his mouth and stripped him naked. I saw the fear in his eyes. He peed the dirty bed out of that fear. I laughed as I sliced his balls off. He bled on the dirty bed. I tossed his balls in the corner of the room and watched as the cockroaches descended on his severed balls for a feast. I left him there bleeding out. On my way out, I knocked on a crack head’s door and told him the guy in room 69 needed a fix. I’m sure that loser is now a permanent resident of the junkie hotel. Maybe next time he will think before being a dick.

Domination Phone Sex Revenge

domination phone sexHe said I needed domination phone sex. I was thinking perhaps I could use a little slave training, but I was not prepared for what I got. He hung me upside down naked. It’s disorienting because the blood flows to your head and gives you this dizzy feeling. I was hanging by my ankles for about 30 minutes before he even spoke to me. “Slut, you need to learn some manners,” he seethed. This was all because I forgot to say sir. He was in an extremely sadistic mood, even for him. While I was hanging upside down, he whipped me repeatedly. I felt like a black slave and it was 1890. He cracked the whip so hard, he drew blood. I felt my own blood dripping down my spine. I begged for mercy, but he was not feeling generous. He did eventually cut me down. I landed hard on the cement floor. I curled up into a ball because I was in pain and scared. As I was curled up on the floor, he kicked me. Repeated kicks to the back and stomach. I was spitting up blood. I never seen him this sadistic. And all because I forgot to say Sir?  When I looked up, I noticed another man watching and jacking off. Now, I knew what was going on. This man paid to watch my abuse. Master was extra abusive because he was being paid. I didn’t know the guy. Well, I didn’t think I did, but when he decided to make me his ass rape porn star, I realized I did know him. He was my oldest son’s friend from college. I rejected him sexually last year. I guess this was some sort of macabre payback. As he was sodomizing my bloody asshole, he told me, “Never say no to me again bitch. I get whatever I want one way or another.” He sure did get what he wanted, and I paid the price.

Killer Phone Sex Fantasies

killer phone sexHe had a killer phone sex fantasy. As a submissive whore, I love catering to your darkest desires and fantasies. He has long gotten hard at the idea of having a captive sex slave in his basement. He has a wife and brats. He lives the idyllic suburban life. Nice house, nice job, nice family. All that bores him; but his family, his community, would never understand his need to punish and subjugate women. He kidnapped me hitchhiking. In his mind, I was nothing more than a dirty blonde bimbo no one would miss. He tossed me into this dark and damp room. I was chained to a stake in the ground. There was no light, except for his flash light. He told me scream all I want, no one would hear me. This was some cellar beneath the basement no one in the family knew existed but him. I screamed, but he didn’t flinch. This was not the first time a woman had been held here. I was alone in the dark; I was cold, scared and hungry. I had no idea how long I had been on that concrete slab, chained up like a wild animal. He came downstairs with some food in a dog bowl. It was dog food. I could eat it or starve he said. I didn’t eat it. I was hopeful I could get away. He pulled his cock out and sodomized me for what felt like an eternity, then he left. I cried and screamed alone in the dark, but he was right. His family above had no idea that their perfect husband and father had a woman imprisoned below them. He came back a few more times and force fucked me some more. I had a pot to piss and shit in. Dog food to eat. He told me to be grateful I was still alive. No, this is not living. I hope I die.

Snuff Porn for Cash

snuff pornSnuff porn until Christmas. That is my fate. I need money for gifts and coke. My husband gave me money to Christmas shop, but I put it up my nose. Now, I have no more blow and no money to buy gifts or coke. A friend told me about auditions at this new underground seedy club. It is a place where men pay lots of money to do whatever they want to women. Torture, force fuck, bondage, toilet play… all the things most women won’t do. She needed money too, so my friend and I went together. The women waiting to get in were junkies and bimbos. Most of them looked rode hard put away wet. I am a coke whore, but I look classy, well at least compared to a strung-out heroin whore in need of a fix. There was a man deciding on who got in. The pay was $500 cash. When the guy got to us, he gave us a wad of cash and ushered us in. I guess we had the look he wanted. Once we were inside, we were on an auction block. Men bid on us. I went for $10,000. Suddenly, my little $500 felt like pocket change.  I could hear screams, smell blood and I heard what sounded like a chainsaw. This was like something straight out of a Hostel movie. I was either not going to live, or wish I was dead afterwards. The man who bought me, never spoke to me. I guess he didn’t want to personalize me. I had to think quick because I saw the hammer, big knives and other torture sex devices. I was not going to live. He started stabbing me. Swallow but painful jabs because he was unsure he wanted to kill me. He paid to snuff me, but in a moment of hesitation, I got away. I ran through a maze of dead women. I grabbed my friend and got the hell out. We were both bloody and bruised. It was a near death experience. Somehow, I think if you paid to torture me, you wouldn’t hesitate.

Taboo Phone Sex Whore and Bad Bitch

taboo phone sexAs a taboo phone sex whore, I need to be ready for anything. The men in my life are unpredictable. They love to hurt me, abuse me, and force fuck me. I have been double dipping in masters. I have an evening master and a day master. I thought I was sly and could get away with it. It all blew up in my face this weekend. I got busted. One master was at my house when the other made a surprise visit. They weren’t mad at each other, they were mad at the lying skank, which was me. I tried to smooth talk my way out of it saying I am a worthless whore who always needs two men to keep me in line. They ganged up on me. I was tossed into my basement where most of the hardcore BDSM equipment is kept. I was kicked, whipped, spit on and fucked. Did I mention it was for hours? They went Clockwork Orange on me and kicked me like a soccer ball. I was bloodied and bruised when the fucking starting. My eyes were swollen shut. “Not so pretty now are you whore,” one of them yelled at me as he slapped my face hard. They watch way too much ass rape porn because they were sodomizing me with both their cocks at the same time. My asshole tore, and I could feel hot sticky blood dripping down my ass. They left me tied up all weekend. When they returned yesterday to release me, they double penetrated my ass again. I’m still prolapsed and sore, but ready to serve you master.

Bloody Bondage Phone Sex

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex is seldom uneventful with me. When I agree to fetish modeling shoots it is not with reputable photographers. I am a coke whore. That leads me to poor decisions with bad men. When Antonio tied me up and hung me from a beam for the photo shoot, I wasn’t thinking about anything other the money I was making for coke. Once he cut the bottom of my feet and let them drip blood on his cock, I knew I was in trouble once again. I was strung up with my legs restrained and pulled to the sides. He fucked me in the position with his bloodied dick. My own blood was used as lube for him to force fuck my pussy. I was screaming for him to stop, but while his dick was still in my cunt, he stuck a knife in my ass. I let out a blood curdling scream as I felt the sharp blade penetrate my anus. It was cutting through my anal wall. He just laughed and called me a dumb coke whore. My blood was dripping on the floor I was suspended above from both my ass and the soles of my feet. He started slashing my boobs too. My blood was running down my stomach and legs, dripping all over the floor. He just kept fucking me and reminding me of all the coke I would soon have. Although I wanted to get high so badly, all I could think about was if I was going to survive long enough to get high.