Category: Domination phone sex

Torture Sex Fantasy: Death by Orgasm

torture sexHe had a torture sex fantasy. I was the perfect star. He bought me at a black market auction for bimbos. He bought me for a steal too because I had outlived my usefulness to any man. My new master immediately put chains on me. Leg irons and handcuffs too.  He thought I was moving too slow. “Let’s go Bitch,” he yelled as he slapped me across the tits. I picked up the pace. I inquired where he was taking me. He informed me he was some sort of scientist. A mad scientist who was using me as his Guinea pig for a new assassination technique. He planned to inject me with some microscopic robots that would invade my heart and when I orgasmed would kill me by stopping my heart. His plan was death by orgasm. He stripped me naked, put a leather collar around my neck that kept my head from moving.  I was lead downstairs into the dark death chamber basement. I was scared and aroused. A spreader bar kept me from closing my legs as he examined my wet pussy and mocked me for being aroused at my ultimate demise. He injected his mad experiment into my right thigh. I felt weird suddenly. My body was taut, restrained and spread eagle. He used a variety of instruments, including his fingers to masturbate me. As hard as I tried to think of other things, unpleasant things, I found myself aroused. My wet pussy betrayed me. He was determined to make a snuff porn with his purchased whore. I fought the pleasure, but it was impossible. I am a pain slut. Deep down, I knew I deserved to die. I had just hoped, I would not go out like this. I came. I came heard. I felt my body stiffening and soon after chest pain.  In the end what gave me the most pleasure in life, killed me. What is your snuff fantasy?

Another Snuff Porn Sunday

snuff pornSnuff porn Sunday is my favorite day of the week. Have you ever seen the Purge movies? In those movies, folks get a pass one day a year for 12 hours to murder. It’s legal to kill. I need a day like that once a week. I have lot of pent up anger. No amount of therapy will help my tortured soul. Killing is therapy. If I kill a couple fuckatrds on Sunday, the rest of the week is not too bad to handle. Seriously, I get out a week’s anger and aggression in one day. I pick Sunday because I am not the religious kind. If anything, I worship at the house of Satan. Most Sundays, I am killing off annoying little demon seeds, so they don’t grow up to be annoying fucktards. This Sunday was different. I killed several full grown women. Twats. Grown ass women who thought they could bully me at the mall. They were older than me and complete bitches. I figured they were nagging men at home and cheating behind their backs. The kind of women who have turned you down for years. Spoiled, pampered trophy cunts that marry for security, not love.  I followed them home to one of the girls’ little suburban white picket fenced dream home. It was idyllic I am sure, but I destroyed the peacefulness of that little suburban neighborhood. The paper will read something like 4 Socialites Massacred. It will bring thoughts of Charles Manson back. After I put the bitches in their place and got an apology from them, I sliced them up. Death and dismemberment in suburbia will be the name of the Lifetime movie. I went Texas Chainsaw on the women, leaving nothing but skin and bones and lots of blood. Well deserved deaths for annoying cunts no one will miss.

Snuff Sex by Suffocation

snuff sexSnuff sex by suffocation was his plan. I was his bondage whore and his coke buddy. I was completely bound tight. I was wrapped up like a Christmas present. I couldn’t move. When he sat on my face, I thought it was just to lick his ass, but he shoved his dick so far down my throat I started to choke. I was unable to breathe because his asshole was over my nose and his cock was making sure I couldn’t breathe out my mouth. I started flailing about. My arms were restrained behind my back, so all I could do was shrug and rock a bit. He was not a little man. I thought he was joking when he said he was going to smother me to death. He is a drug buddy. We get high and we fuck. He never has been violent towards me. He is one of the few mean who has not abused me. I still thought it was some sort of joke until I passed out. I thought that was the end, but his urine stream in my face woke me up. He was laughing at me. According to him, we were just getting started. He invited other guys to join our kinky snuff porn. Every guy sat on my face, choking me with his cock until I passed out. They woke me up by pissing in my face.  I have rope burns on my wrists and ankles. Veins are visible on my face and in my eyes. I look like I survived something, but I can’t tell anyone that I look like shit because guys smothered me with their nut sacks all night and pissed on me to revive me. That doesn’t sound like something a soccer mom would let happen to her. But then, I am no ordinary soccer mom.

 

Gangbang Nightmare Ch.4

Taboo phone sexMy man traded me to the 5th Ward Crips for four crack rocks. They keep me in a room with a boarded up window and a dirty mattress on the floor. These thugs treat me worse than a plastic sex doll. My jaw aches from blowing multiple men for hours at a time. And my pussy and asshole hurt from this never-ending gangbang.
Tec-9 walked into the room with a dog leash and an evil grin on his tattooed face. He put the collar around my neck and walked me into the front room on my hands and knees. I was completely naked and felt totally exposed being the only female in room full of dangerous gang members. In the corner of the room, a gangster had a furry friend on a leash. The gangster let the leash go and the furry friend ran straight towards me. He mounted my back and his pink cock enter my tight cunt. He humped me and the gangsters laughed. The furry friend panted in my ear and his drool slid down my back. His cock knotted inside me and I couldn’t pull away. The gang laughed even more at my struggle to get away from the furry friend. I felt totally humiliated and completely defeated. When will the living hell end?

Drugged for a Gangbang Rape Porn

gangbang rape pornIt was a casting call for a gangbang rape porn. I needed coke. I have done worse for less. I figured this would be a cake walk. When I arrived at the warehouse where the movie was being shot, I was ordered to my dressing room to get naked. I was accosted there by a woman with a needle. I told her I don’t do smack. I am strictly a coke and weed girl. “Today you do what we want bitch,” she seethed as the needle pierced my vein. I immediately felt euphoric. Suddenly, I understood why so many folks get hooked on this shit. It is a powerful drug that took me to never never land.  When I started to come out of my drug induced haze, I realized I had rope burns on my body from being bound too tight. That was the least of my problems. There was a baseball bat protruding from my ass. I guess I made an ass rape porn too while I was out. Only the handle of the bat was sticking out, which meant I had about a foot of wood up my shit box. No wonder they made me do smack. I started to fight and cry because the pain was hitting me. I felt another needle pierce my flesh. I lost big chunks of time over the course of the day. I apparently lost a pint of blood and some flesh too because when I woke up there was a pool of my blood under my ass. The director paid me my $500 and told me to sit on a raw steak to help heal my prolapsed ass. He wants to use me again because I can take the best anal torture sex he has ever seen. It must have been the heroin. I want some more.

Gangbang Nightmare Ch.2

Gangbang rape pornThe gang keeps me locked in a room with nothing in it but a bare mattress on the floor. The only light came from a hole in the foil lining the window. I was completely naked with dried cum stains all over my body. Every 20-30 minutes a new gangbanger walks in with an erect cock ready to fuck. It hurt at first when the gangsters fucked me in the ass, but now I hardly flinch. Dried vomit is on my chin and chest because they force their big dicks into my throat too far. When my old man gave me to the gang I fought back by scratching and biting but they always made me regret it. At one point, I was partially blind from two black eyes so I learned to stop fighting. I give them what they want so they’ll cum fast and leave me alone. I’ve learned a special trick with my tongue that makes the thugs come really fast. Sometimes they make me smoke crack to keep me submissive. I haven’t seen real daylight in weeks, it’s like I’m in hell.

Shut up and take it bitch

torture sexTorture sex was doing some work in my backyard, and I called a landscaping company to finish a project. I was enjoying the day and trying to get the annoying fucker out of my sight. I was rude and wasn’t the most hospitable person to the guys. I wanted them gone fast, and they were dragging their feet. I guess they had just about enough of my attitude and decided to teach me a lesson and they all wanted to do some damage to me. I was exposed to a ton of torture sex. There were four guys all ready to shut me up and teach me a thing or two. They stripped me and cornered me in my own house and made me their cum whore. They spread my legs so far apart I thought for sure I pulled a muscle or worst a ligament. I had all their cocks in my holes, and they weren’t taking it easy on me. They each were fucking me like there was no tomorrow. They made me ride each one of them. When they were through with me one of them told me next time offer a water bottle bitch.

I Need Domination Phone Sex

domination phone sexI need domination phone sex. I can be such a bad bitch sometimes. Many men think they have broken me, but I easily unbreak myself. I do and say anything when I am high. If I need a fix, I will let an army of men fist my whore holes. I will call anyone master. I will be anyone’s slave, all just for a line of white powder. Once I am sober, however, I am like screw that, no asshole is putting a collar on me and parading me around like a puppy dog. Granted, I am high most of the time. I am a nasty freak with dark fetishes that come out full force when doing coke. It is not that I don’t want to be a submissive sex slave, it is just that I need to be high 24/7 for that to happen. I have a huge monkey on my back called cocaine, but I need drugs, any drugs, to be a willing slave. Now, some men take that as a challenge to break me when I am sober. So far, no man has ever wanted me when I was straight. I am no fun unless I am altered. Guys I party with think I am a pathetic submissive slut because they only ever see me high. No one wants the sober me, but that is the challenge. It is nothing to break a coke head. We will say and do anything for a fix. The real challenge is breaking a sober bitch. I think if someone can do that, then I will stay broken. Think you have what it takes to make me a submissive slave without drugs? I am a ginger girl. You know what that means, right? I am hellfire on wheels. I dare you to break me sober.

Strangulation Phone Sex

strangulation phone sexStrangulation phone sex fantasies excite me. I am an erotic asphyxiation girl. I have been masturbating and choking myself since I was a teen girl. When I do it, I know when to stop. I don’t take it too far. At worst, I have a pretty blue mark around my neck the next day. The other day I hooked up with a group of women into it too. I just didn’t realize that they were dominant bitches. Their only goal was to choke me out. Choke me out dead. They chained me up like a slave. I had a leather strap around my neck that was so tight my eyes started to bulge. I couldn’t catch my breath. They laughed at me. They joked that they wanted to kill a bitch, strangle her to death and I fell right into their hands. I felt stupid for trusting them. I just thought we would play some harmless strangle games, cum hard and go our separate ways. Little did I know, I was their victim for their strangle fantasy. They taunted me for hours. I would pass out and they would either slap me awake or give me smelling salts. They couldn’t believe their luck in finding such a stupid whore who would walk right into their hands. I did, and those hands turned me into a snuff porn star.  

Scare him away

Domination phone sex   Kenny took me home from school, even though he knows i’m some what of a bitch, he is okay with it. He really thinks he can date me. He does not even know me all that well. How dominate I am. My lack of caring about others, my dirty nasty fetishes. How are you supposed to be with someone when I am who I am. Not going to happen. Id love to just fuck his head up thinking I am some what normal and then just really fucking him up. He had it coming I told him not to mess with me but he still pursues me. What an idiot. I am planning to have him walk in on me and my girlfriend cutting each other and drink each others blood to scare him away. what do you think ? How should I scare this nice, boy away hahahhaha. I need answers and they better be good (;