Category: Domination phone sex

Bondage phone sex

Bondage phone sex

Today I was tied to a chair. Legs spread wide on the arms of it. My pussy was there for the taking. Duck tape across my mouth. I sat there all alone waiting. Watching the door handle for someone to enter. My heart pounded out of my chest when I seen the knob finally turn. It was master. He came In holding his torture bag at this side. He rubbed his hand on my cheek like he wasn’t gonna hurt me. I knew better. He pulled out the big dildo that he had used on me before on the metal table. He didn’t even hesitate to shove it inside me. I tried to scream past the tape. No use of course why do I even bother screaming. I see a taser in his hand. This is new. He walks up and rubs one of my nipples with his fingers making it nice and hard. Then tasered me on my perky peak. I yelped behind the tape. He repeated with my other tit. He makes me sick. I scowl at him and he notices. He takes his knee and hits the huge 2 liter bottle size cock into me hard. Then he punches me in the face. You stupid bitch don’t think for a second I won’t slit your throats and go on about my day. I sob profusely. He rips out the cock. He uses the taser on my clit. It hurts so bad. He holds it there for a long while. I wish he would kill me at times well most the time. He continues to alternate between my tits and my pussy. I’ve stopped screaming it’s just sobs now. His phone rings and he walks off. Who knows how long i’ll end up sitting in this chair like this.

Klismaphilia Domination Phone Sex: What is Your Unusal Fetish?

domination phone sexDomination phone sex is not my thing. I am a submissive whore; however, all my callers and all the men in my life are very much dominant towards me. One particular master is shared with a friend of mine. Masters can have all the slaves they want, however, we  can only have one master. He put us together last night for some evil fun. Master has a very unusual fetish called KLISMAPHILIA. Ever hear of it? I had not. After last night, I wish I had never heard of KLISMAPHILIA. It is a fetish for enemas. I had no idea such a fetish even existed. The night began with us giving our master an old fashioned enema. It was one of those Fleet enemas. It was sooooo gross. Dani and I imagined we were ass rape porn stars prepping our co star for an anal torture scene. We felt dominant, but that feeling didn’t last.

ass rape pornOnce his bowels started to go, he shit all over us. Explosive shit jet blasted our pretty faces. As if that was not bad enough, we had to lick the shit off his ass. It was everywhere too. I am a submissive slut, so is Dani; but scat play is nothing we enjoy. I have not had an enema since I was a little girl. My daddy always gave them too me. I guess in hindsight, my daddy had KLISMAPHILIA too. Dani and I wanted to barf, but if we puked, he would make us lick it all up. We cleaned his shitty ass up, but that was not enough for him. He forced us to give each other enemas too. There was shit everywhere. So much shit, we looked like mud wrestling lesbians. We are good submissives, so when master ordered us to eat each other ‘s shit boxes, we did it. It was so degrading, but by the time we were done, everyone was clean. We, however, were sick. What strange fetish do you have? Submissive whores are the best at helping you explore your taboo phone sex fetishes.

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Ass Rape Porn – Gas Station Restroom

Ass rape pornIt was really late at night when I found the gas station along the isolated road I’d been traveling. The lights were on, and the place looked relatively clean; there was a man at the counter who appeared to be reading something. I decided to chance it – using a bathroom instead of the woods is always nice. The man behind the counter never once looked up as I walked in, passing everything to hit the restroom. I did my business, taking my time as I always did when I found a restroom along the way. I washed up at the sink, making sure to clean places that the road made sure got nice and gritty in my sweet little skirts. I never heard the door open – I just felt hands press me into the wall, crushing my face into it, as a cock jabbed up hard between my legs. It found its way, first, into my cunt, using the moisture I’d applied only seconds before to slide right in. He rammed into me a few times, making sure I got wet in the process, before pulling that right back out and jamming it into my ass. I screamed, though it was muffled by the wall my face was crammed into. He fucked me for a good while, there in that bathroom in the middle of nowhere. The entire time, my face was pressed into that wall, and when he finished with me, my face had the impressions of the wall itself temporarily tattooed onto it. I fixed myself as best I could and moved along.

Strangulation Phone sex Fantasies

strangulation phone sexStrangulation phone sex something that gets your dick hard? Apparently my step son has strangulation fantasies I knew nothing about. I was sound asleep last night when I was awaken by cold hands on my throat. I thought it was a joke, but I guess the joke was on me. I looked up and saw my step son’s face. I could smell the alcohol on his breath. He had been drinking heavily. He is a very mean drunk. He wanted to fuck me, but I was not high. Plus his dad was in the house. I fought him, but he just kept tightening his grip around my throat. I was choking. I could feel pressure building up in my head and my eyes. I was kicking until I passed out. When I woke up his cock was shoved down my throat and his fist in my ass. As soon as I came too I started struggling again. His fist left my ass and went back on my throat. I clawed at his hands, but he was strong. He has always resented me for marrying his father because I was the mistress. I could feel the rage in his grip. I kept passing out and waking back up with his cock or fist in a fuck hole. I felt helpless. He was getting off on torturing me. I managed to elbow him in the balls and get away. It was momentarily because when I saw my face in the mirror I was horrified. I was blue. Purple veins were popped out in my head. My eyes were blood red. I looked like the Bride of Frankenstein. In my pause, he regained control and was angrier than ever. He bounced me off the wall dizzying me. I slumped to the ground where he violated me repeatedly for hours. He scares me. One of these days he is going to kill me right under his father’s nose.

Ivy’s Haunted Getaway

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We met at a bar and they wanted to really be scared. I took them to the scariest place I knew about! The whole way there I was passing out, drinking more and they were groping me. We got there and I ran into the house! I told them if they wanted me they better come find me unless they were chicken shit! They ran in after me into the dark abandoned house. I was in the upstairs bedroom closet. I heard one of them walk in and I jumped out and scared him. He grabbed me and pushed me up against the wall. I was still drunk and as he kissed me I saw him. He had a mans body but a bloody pigs head on top. I screamed and the mocho college boy pissed himself. I started laughing. I pulled out my knife and sliced his achilles tendon. “We haven’t even started yet you bitch!” I whispered into his ear. I got up and kissed that bloody pigs head and kicked that college bitch in the head. We found his friend soon after. I love being the bait. We put hammered hooks into the tops of their feet and hung them upside down. We tortured them, scarred them, burned them and played with their holes. My pig headed friend fucked me as he sliced their throats. Their blood washed over us. Their tortured souls are never going to leave this place. I love adding more to my own personal haunted house! 

Castration Phone Sex?

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is so much fun.  You would be surprised how many guys are into it. I actually wasn’t surprised because so many losers I know in the real world want junk removal. They are just too scared to do it themselves. Well, that is what they tell me. I think they just say that because it is hotter to have a sick bitch take their nuts for them. I have all the tools of the trade too. In my basement, I have a castration chair. It is actually a refurbished execution chair. I got it at a prison auction. The fact that folks died in that chair turns me on. Creeps my castration victims out, but that is part of the fun for me. I like to tell them ghastly stories about the men sentenced to die for heinous crimes in the very chair I am removing their ball sac on.

snuff sex A couple nights ago, Lenny paid for my junk removal services. As I had him strapped down in the chair, I told the tale of an infamous serial killer who took his last breath where he was sitting. Poor thing pissed himself. He definitely did not deserve his balls if a little ghost story scared the piss out of him. Testicles are for winners. Too many man think they are entitled to reproduce just because they have balls. Nope. Some men are so stupid it is amazing they remember how to breathe. Not to mention some have such small dicks that the small dick gene should never be passed on. Lenny was one such loser. Two inch dick at best. His balls were huge in comparison. I separated his cock and balls. Used the castration band to cut off the circulation to his balls. Left it on for about an hour while I told him snuff sex horror stories.  The longer that band stays on, the easier it is to remove the junk. They practically pulled right off. A nice painful yank and a snip snip with garden shears and he was without balls. In spirit of Halloween, I got a bit gruesome. I used a hot cast iron skillet to stop the bleeding instead of a soldering pen. He kept passing out. But, I would smack him back awake. I still needed the rest of his payment. So who needs my junk removal services?

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Jogging along the trail, I could suddenly feel the presence of someone else. It was early, still dark outside and I hoped it was a man lurking and waiting for me. I heard the footsteps behind me and slowed my pace some. My heart beat faster and my breath quickened. When I felt that arm slip around my neck and pull me backwards, I knew it was what I was waiting for. A rape fantasy fulfilled. He dragged me back into some shrubbery and covered my mouth with his hand. He held me down by laying on top of me, and pulled my yoga pants down with the other hand. With my pants around my knees, he got between my legs and surprised me with a huge cock that he shoved deep into my pussy. I was wanting it so bad by then, but the struggle is part of the excitement so I struggled and tried to get away, but every thrust brought me closer to orgasm. By the time he came deep inside me, I had cum twice and that hard shaft. When he got up and ran away, I wanted to thank him. I’ll continue jogging this trail in hopes that I see him again.

Ass Rape Porn Friday

ass rape pornAss rape porn Friday? Well, that is what this day has turned out to be for me. I went to a bar last night by myself. A biker bar known for a rough crowd. Women only go to such clubs alone for two reasons: to score drugs or get fucked. Sometimes they want both. I just wanted some coke, but I got way more than that. When a blonde tall buxom babe walks into a place like that all eyes are on her. I walked to the bar, ordered a drink and felt the stares. I waited patiently for the dealer in the place to approach me. Turned out it was the bartender. I scored my coke and started to leave. In fact the bartender encouraged me to leave for my safety. He equated me being in his bar after midnight to jumping into a poisonous snake pit. I was just asking for trouble. I downed my drink, pocketed my coke and got up to leave. The moment I stood up, someone grabbed my  blond hair and yanked me back. The rest is sort of a blur. My face  was shoved down on the bar so hard I bit my lip. I felt hands groping me. More hands tearing my clothes off my body. I felt a sharp prick then things got hazy. Heroin I think. Never been my cup of tea.  I felt cocks penetrating my ass with no condoms or lube. Dry, rough, anal sex is the worst. Men were burning my ass with cigarettes, smacking it too as they force fucked me. It was like an out of body experience. I was high as fuck. I couldn’t fight if I wanted too. I woke up naked in the alley behind the bar. Whore was written on my forehead in my crimson red lipstick. Cum was leaking out of my bloody, battered asshole. I managed to call Uber to get home. I got my coke. But I got way more than I bargained for too.

Sadistic Phone Sex Thrills Me

Sadistic phone sexIn all the time I’ve been traveling these crazy roads, I’ve learned one thing. I like rough sex. I love being tied up, bound down, sensory deprived, and abused. I love having my breasts tortured, bound, and bitten. Feeling hands, crops, whips, knives, and all the other tools of a good BDSM session biting into my skin over and over gets my pussy so wet. But, do you know what I really love? Being forced to the ground and having my face fucked hard, like my life and being don’t even matter, as long as that dick has my throat to fill up. I love having my breath cut off, my throat filled until I spew all over that cock, and still having my throat fucked. And my cunt being abused is always amazing. Having my pussy poked, slashed, gashed, prodded, clamped, fucked, and fisted just brings me the ultimate pleasure. And, when you add all of that to my ass hole, too, I can gush for you.

Burning like Fire

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The fire speaks to me, telling me to slit your worthless fucking throat. The fire tells me to tease your body with its flame. The fire wants to lick your skin leaving its black mark. You were chosen to be the sacrifice to my lord. My dark prince lives in the fire. I bring worthless men like you to him and sacrifice your body, soul and blood to feed my dark prince. At the bar you were into me, wanting to take me into the bathroom and force your cock inside of me. You didn’t noticed the roofie I put in your drink, hell you probably didn’t notice my burning desire to watch you suffer. I was guiding you to the bathroom to full fill your dark fantasy but you fell into my trap. My main man was waiting for you and I. He picked your body up and put you in the trunk. Waking up to me riding his cock in-front of the fire, probably isn’t something that turns you on. Your screams however as the fire touches your skin makes my pussy drool. I can’t just give my master any soul. I have to torture you, make you beg to die. My main man knows how to hurt someone. Knows how to make them plead for death. I love his big 10 inch cock in my pussy and ass, but I also love watching his big thick 10 inch cock forcing its dry head into your tight asshole. He is going to make you scream forcing his cock into your asshole as I beat you. Crushing your skull, feeding my dark prince your blood. He is hungry for your body. I cum with pleasure as my main man throws your body into the fire and fucks me with your bloody cock as my dark prince feeds on your blood, body and soul.