Category: Domination phone sex

Ring Around The Rosie

violent phonesex shadowHer name is Rosie and I got her just for you my dark and demented lover. You would have never gone and gotten her yourself. You want this but you want me to do the dirty work and that is fine with me I love doing the dirty work so that we can enjoy the pleasure of her screams together. Let’s play ring around the Rosie. Let’s surround her and rip her flesh with dthis dull blade. Watch me cover myself with her blood before pressing my bloody body against yours and giving you permission to fulfill your P – rape fantasies on her tight, bald pussy. My cunt is twitching and quivering knowing that you are going to be ruthless just for me and that your dick will fill me once it is bloody and satisfied by the dark desires with in you. Our pleasure is her pain, just as it should be.

The Fertility Right

Master invited me to another of his groups’ rituals. I was not exactly expecting to be invited back to his witches group, much less on such a glorious eve. Master showed up this afternoon with a new outfit for me, and he was expecting to see me in it this evening.

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Dressed in this exquisite black lacey slip dress Master had brought paired with some leather heeled ankle boots I was awaiting his arrival. Master came to me and led me out to our ride that would take us to the “party”. Upon arriving at the ritual space we were greeted by a few familiar faces from my last visit.

I was led out to the clearing were there laid an altar surrounded by a circle of which quickly became replaced by men and women all scantily clad or outright nude. Looking to master he just smiled as he led me to the altar. “Undress” he ordered me, and I complied slowly sliding out of the sheer lace gown. He slipped my boots off from my feet.

Master carried me to the altar and laid me upon a purple velvet throw that draped across the altar. Master then bowed as he backed away and removed his own clothing. Silence came over the circle as a naked man with a goats head mask on came forward and approached the altar.

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There was some faint chanting in what must have been of another language and I felt my legs being parted. I could see Goat mans cock long and hard moving in between my legs. I felt him penetrate me and he made me very wet, he felt so good inside me I couldn’t help but thrust toward his phallus and I wanted all of him inside me. I wanted so badly to feel him erupt inside of my whore cunt. I craved his seed inside me so badly I tried wrapping my legs around him to pull him deeper.

My ankles were being held and he kept pumping me harder and deeper I wanted to cum all over his magnificent fuckstick and felt him pulling out. Within seconds I felt a hard wooden phallic thing impale my cunt, and it penetrated me as the chants grew. I felt it slide out and another one slide in this went on for awhile and seemed all the women used their broomsticks to penetrate me. Following this I felt another real cock after another penetrate my cock hungry cunt.

I  couldn’t help but cum continuously that night, spread on the alter and being penetrated during this fertility ritual. My cunt was being offered up for the seed of life that night. the main focus was to impregnate me under the blood moon. I felt cocks pour and thrust their seed in me. The wonderful goat man returned and he fucked me like no other it and he exploded deep inside my cumdumpster cunt.

I was fulfilled and brought over the edge cumming harder than I ever had, cum and feed my cunt soon, please!  

 

Evil Phone Sex with Cassandra: Buried Alive

evil phone sex bondage blondeI thought today would be an ordinary day. Not that a professional submissive has ordinary days, but I thought I would be playing normal bondage games with my master. He was in a much more evil mood than usual. He put me on a rack and elongated me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a tombstone and a wooden casket. I got really scared. He was going to kill me. This was the day I would be snuffed out. I knew it was coming, but didn’t think this soon. I pleaded with him, said I would do anything, any sick depraved thing he wanted, just let me live.

He approached me with a menacing grin and said, “Oh Cassandra, I am not going to kill you. I’m just going to bury you alive. If you die, it’s your fault for not fighting hard enough for to live.” Then he carried me over to the casket and dumped me inside. He nailed the coffin shut. There were little pin holes in the wood so I could get some air. But once I was under dirt, it would become difficult. I was pounding the coffin in a moment of panic, when I remembered all the horror movies I have seen and my master’s words. I need to not panic, save my energy and my air. I could feel him pulling the coffin. He put me in the truck and took me somewhere. I would later find out it was an old abandoned cemetery.evil phone sex torture whoreMaster was prepared. He had the ground already dug up because he just dropped me in a hole. Then I could hear the dirt hitting the casket and some dirt was coming in through the holes. I was trying my best to conserve my air and think. Think how I could survive being buried alive. I have really long finger nails. I tried digging at the wood , but that was taking too long and would not work. So, I used my nails to push up the nails. My fingers were bloody and I even ripped off several of my nails. My fingers were sore and broken, but I got several nails out. Enough that I could use my strength to push up the top of the casket.

Dirt started pouring in. I closed my eyes and my mouth and dug myself out. I pushed my hands up and clawed over and over and over as fast as I could. Luckily, I wasn’t down too deep. I could feel worms in my fingers and all sorts of other creepy crawlies. I was trying not to wig out but it was gross. I got my hand out through the dirt and felt cool air. I was close. I went faster, as fast has my hands could scoop and dig. Finally I broke through the ground. Dirt in my ears, my mouth, up my nose…I puked up some dirt, was coughing and gagging, but was alive. Master was sitting on a tombstone with a timer and laughing. It took me 3 hrs and 22 mins to get out.  He was impressed. 

It was quite scary, but exhilarating at the same time. Despite all my snuff fantasies, I did want to live, and fought for my survival. Master now will have more survival tests for me to pass. What survival games should you and I play?

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Medical Fetish Phone Sex with Mommy Blair: Dr. Demento

medical fetish phone sex forced rough oralI hate doctors. But it was time for my yearly chick exam. I have a cute gynocologist so I do not mind actually. But when I arrived, I was informed my normal doctor was unavailable and his partner would be seeing me.  I hesitated at first then I was like what the fuck, sure.  I waited patiently on his table in that ugly ass gown. When he came in, I was shocked that he appeared so young.  I laid on his exam table for the breast exam. When my eyes were closed and I was attempting to relax, I felt him put nipple clamps on me. I tried to say what the fuck, but he slapped me hard, and shoved his cock in my mouth.  He said he needed to test my gag reflexes and my ability to swallow. I was gagging on his cock. He must have heard I was a subby whore. He pulled my read hair and slammed his throbbing thick dick down my throat for what seemed like an eternity. Then he shot a massive load down my throat. My makeup was smeared across my face, but guess my gag reflexes were good as I did not vomit on his cock.

medical fetish phone sex torture analI started to get dressed and he ordered me back on the table. “We haven’t checked your whore cunt and ass for dirty diseases yet,” he yelled. He strapped me to the exam table and made me put my feet in the stirrups. He shoved the speculum up my cunt with mo lubrication and cranked it open really far. Felt like my pussy was being torn apart. He put both fists into my gaping cunt and started fucking me with such force he was touching my cervix and making me scream in pain. He was a cruel doctor. Dr. Demento for sure. The worse was feeling him scrape his fingers along my cervical wall. He said that’s how a whore gets a pap smear. The pain was excruciating. I begged for the exam to be over, but it was just beginning.

After he was done torturing my cunt, he flipped me over and rammed the speculum up my ass. He hogtied me first so I could not move. He cranked it open even farther than he did my cunt. He yelled whore into my spread ass hole and joked he got an echo. While my ass was spread wide he inserted his foot, his arm, his cock; he even gave me an enema saying I had a dirty ass just like a whore and it needed cleaned. But before  that he made sure he dumped a load of cum up my ass, and spit into it. He even flicked the ashes of his stogie into my ass. He said, “You already have a filthy whore’s ass, what’s a little more dirt?” After I shit all over the place, he pulled out the speculum, hosed me off, put on a rubber glove and fingered my ass, all at the same time he made me suck the shit off the speculum that had been in my dirty ass. My gag reflexes were not working so good this time and I puked. This angered him and rubbed my face in it like a puppy who had peed on the carpet.

medical fetish phone sex mommy analHe violated my mouth, my cunt and my ass. He humiliated me. He tortured my wholes. Then he simply said, “She you next year whore” and sent me home with a good clean bill of health. Want to play doctor?

Home Invasion Phone Sex with Blaze and Cassandra

home invasion phone sex blonde subDoes home invasion phone sex get your cock hard? Well, I have a story for you.  I was selling my elliptical machine on Craig’s List because I joined a gym and just don’t work out at home anymore. This older lady was the first to say she wanted it. So I arranged a time for her to come over.  I heard the knock on the door and answered it; but it was a younger girl. She pushed her way right in and announced her name was Blaze and that she was here to make me her bitch. She pulled a huge ass knife on me too. I was scared, but at the same time wondered if one of my Master’s was punking me. Blaze was a little waif of a girl. How in the fell could she dominate me?

With that big ass knife that she threaten to slit my worthless whore throat with, that’s how. She threw me up against the wall, put the knife to my throat and told me to beg for my life. Blaze was a tad crazy if you ask me. I asked her if I knew her, if I had offended her in some way. Even asked if she worked with one of my masters. She informed me I was a worthless stupid cunt who posted an add on Craig List’s inviting mayhem into my life, into my home. She slapped me hard, then started cutting my clothes off with her knife until I was naked. She cut my breasts making blood  trickle down my breasts. Blaze said only a whore would have such huge fake titties. I tried to fight her, but she was stronger and more deviant than she looked.

There were repercussions for my resistance. She took that knife and shoved it up my cunt. I fell over in pain, bleeding all over the place. I passed out. I woke up in a dungeon, her dungeon. I was strapped to a bondage device. I was bleeding out on the floor and Blaze had affixed some  makeshift medical device to my wounded pussy to clot my blood so I would not bleed out. My breath was shallow and my skin turning purple. Blaze was smiling and giggling like we were playing some school girl game. I asked her for mercy and she started pounding my breasts with her fists.  They were her punching bags. She decided to beat my stomach too. I could feel myself fading again. I was in so much pain. I begged Blaze to let me go. No such luck. I pleaded again for an answer for her cruelty. She cut my leg and whispered in my ear, “Because you invited a stranger into your home.”

I was strapped to the wall, bleeding, battered and bruised, when Blaze suddenly cut me down. She looked at me slumped on the floor, kicked me in the gut and said, “Next time don’t be such a stupid cunt.” Then she left. Before she went upstairs, she opened a cellar door so I could leave. I was naked and in bad shape, but I got myself out of Blaze’s  dungeon of terror. I promised myself I would never again mess with Craig’s List.

Do you have home invasion phone sex fantasies? Perhaps, you are just into extreme bondage or torture? Whatever it is, I am your perfect victim and Blaze is your perfect accomplice.

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Bondage Phone Sex with Blair: BDSM Gear

bondage phone sex mommy tortureI have a master into BDSM. In fact he has a dungeon just for our master and servant games. Before the games were to begin, however, I had to purchase our equipment.  He gave me a very specific list of BDSM gear to purchase for this session. The list included: a bondage harness, breast binder, a hobble skirt, a spreader bar, a ring gag, suspension cuffs, a spreader, a pony harness, and a bondage belt. Master had all the rest in his BDSM dungeon.

I am a good servant. I laid the gear at Master’s feet and asked what was in store for us. He slapped me for asking. A good servant should never ask what sort of BDSM games are to be played. Master was in the mood for heavy games. That is never good for me. One of his favorite things to do is suspend me upside down. He suspends me, puts a  ring gag in my mouth and canes my ass for hours. By the time he is done, my ass is raw and bruised. But one BDSM game is never enough for Master. We next move on to suspension bondage where he binds my arms and legs with rope and a hobble skirt so I cannot move and replaces the ring gag with a ball gag. But not before he uses a breast binder on my tits.  I am hanging in the air just feet off the ground tied like an animal with my ass and pussy exposed for Master’s pleasure. My ass still in pain from the canning, he takes a fucking machine and fucks my holes to the point of over stimulation. I am convulsing, in discomfort. Master enjoys our BDSM games, but we have no safe word. I have no control over what he does to me; no say in our games.  I never know how far he will go.

He did not stop with the fucking machine. He continued with his cock. Violating my ass and my cunt. Filling me up with his cum. I was waiting for him to release me, but he did not. He left me suspended, tied up with a ball gag in m mouth over night. I was forced to urinate on the floor and myself. I was starving and cold. But Master did not care. I am his property. When he released me, he dragged me by the hair to his St. Andrew’s cross and pinned me by my wrists and ankles spread eagle so he could whip me. Which he did for hours.  I so wanted a safe word. I had been in his dungeon for almost 24 hours with no food or water, not even a potty break. I had to piss on the floor like an animal. Suddenly, Master was done with me. He released me. My body covered in bruises and restraint marks, not to mention blood and piss. I had to walk home, more like hobble home as Master would not give me a ride.  But, I am a slave, and in BDSM games, you never know what to expect with a capricious Master.

What are your favorite BDSM games? What BDSM gear would you use on me?

Another Sadistic Phone Sex Victim

sadistic phonesex angieEveryone knows what and evil and twisted bitch I am. I can’t cum unless we are sharing dark and sadistic phone sex and we all know that I will cum at all costs! I can’t believe how lucky I got to find such a pretty little victim to fuck up. She even has a beautiful name to match her beautiful face and body, Geneva. It just rolls off my tongue. I have done nothing but dream about all the sadistic phone sex shit I am going to do to this little beauty since i met her. The clock is ticking and the time is growing near. Tonight I will have her all to myself. She will fight I am sure, however resistance is futile and the more she fights the more she spurs my desire to fuck her up. I can imagine her on her knees, her face red from being slapped, tears streaking her face, looking up at me and begging me not to hurt her. My fucking cunt is dripping wet thinking about it all. The door bell rings and my body responds, knowing what is to cum. As soon as she crosses the threshold and the door is closed, I grab her by the hair and slap her across the face knocking her to her knees and drawing blood. The sight of it sends tingles through my body and I feel so alive, so powerful as evil thoughts run through my mind. Dragging her to the bathroom I hold her on her knees in front of me as I fill the bowl with piss. Standing up I shove her head in the bowl holding her under the piss filled water. She is gasping and struggling as the piss fills her mouth. Pulling her up she is gasping and chocking, a cry escapes her lips and her head is in the bowl again. My cunt is slick and wet with my cum that keeps flowing while I watch her struggle. Dragging her by her hair I take her down the stairs to my dungeon, thumping her body down each step listening to her cry out in pain.  Throwing her body onto my table I strap her legs into the stirrups and her wrists to the shackles. Pushing hard I spread her legs so wide that it almost snaps those pretty little hips and she cries out again. Delighting in her pain I take out my scalpel and begin to scalp her tight little pussy before bringing her fur muffin up to her mouth and stuffing it in. Blood is everywhere and my body is on fire. Strapping on my sand paper covered dildo I begin fucking her bloody cunt before pulling out and shoving it deep into her virginal ass. It is going to be a long night, dear Geneva. The pain is just beginning. Isn’t sadistic phone sex so much fun? What? I can’t hear you with pussy in your mouth….sadistic phonesex geneeva

Taboo Phone Sex with Mommy Blair: Anal Torture

taboo phone sex mommy snuffMy son loves rough anal with me. Using my ass for his deviant desires gives him so much pleasure. He even enjoys pimping my ass out. He forces me to insert all sorts of things in my ass to prime myself for anal torture. Big dildos, butt plugs, wine bottles, beer cans, squash, guns, the heels of shoes, fists, aerosol cans, remotes, flashlights, curling iron,  multiple cocks, speculums….. He doesn’t care if my  sphincter is torn. In fact he prefers that my ass tear and bleed. He equates it with brushing my teeth. He claims our mouths bleed and get tiny tears every time we brush so I shouldn’t bitch.

Today he rented my ass out  to his friend. First, I had to give a show on top of the bar. My job was to fuck anything and everything I could find until my ass was gaping open. I started with a really huge suction cup dildo and worked my way up to a bottle of Maker’s Mark. It has a big square end and that is what went in first. I was screaming in pain, bleeding too. I am not allowed to use any lubrication. It has to hurt because my pain is a man’s pleasure.

My son’s friend was so turned on he did bourbon shots from my ass. He didn’t care that I was bleeding and in pain. I had to keep that bottle inside my ass until my son and  him drank all the bourbon. Then they yanked it out and made me lick my ass off that bottle. I had to clean it good. So humiliating. But I am a worthless wore. My asshole was inside out, gaping and my son’s friend rammed his cock deep inside me. Said he was being a good Samaritan and putting my ass back together for me. He fucked my tattered sphincter back together.  After he came inside me, he poured a bottle of booze in my gaping hole. He said it was a makeshift enema to clean up my dirty ass. It burned like hell and got me oddly drunk. Really drunk. So drunk I puked and passed out. I guess the tears in my ass let the alcohol get absorbed in my skin.

I woke up on the bar, empty bottles covered in blood everywhere. Good thing I passed out. My ass will never be the same.

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Off to the Woods we Go!

violent phonesex julietI’ve only been camping a few times, only once going completely alone when I was confident enough to be out there all by myself. I guess that wasn’t the best idea of mine, but it did benefit everyone involved.
I woke up to the sound of footsteps outside of my tent, having been alone, or so I thought, I’d been sleeping naked, and just pulled my sleeping bag a little tighter around my chest, trying to keep quiet. A lights came on, I could see it past the thin material, and whoever was outside knew I was there now. The tent unzipped, so fast, and the light, right in my eyes, it was blinding.
All I remember really was the feeling of a gloved hand dragging me out of that tiny tent, pressing me to the grass, and then that feeling of hot flesh pressed right up against my slit, shoving inside of me, filling me up oh so sweetly. My cunny was quivering as he just rammed himself inside of me, before I knew it, that same cock was down my throat, I nearly gagged it was so big.
I screamed, and fought him a little, but it felt too good, I didn’t really want him to stop.
Every one of my tight little holes was fucked good and hard, even right now, just thinking about it is making my little pussy so slick.
By the end of that night, I was covered in a stranger’s cum, and mine. I’m almost upset that he never asked for my number.
I think I’ll start going camping more often.

My boyfriend is a corpse.

violent phonesex georgiaMy boyfriend decided to attempt to stand up to him, even though I begged him not to. I told him to just leave me alone and forget about me because I never wanted this to involve anyone else. I was hoping that tonight when I came home everything would be fine. Obviously it wasn’t and will never be again.

He wants to destroy me, I swear. He’ll take everything away and break me down until I’m nothing. His cock will get hard watching me suffer, he’ll laugh at my pain and he won’t stop even when I’m broken, crying at his feet.

I could see the blood the instant I opened the door. I could smell it before that, I was just clinging to the hope that it wasn’t real. My boyfriend was dead, on my floor, and he was playing in his blood. He had this huge twisted smile on his face. I just froze. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t feel anything. He was laughing, standing there with his twitching evil dick, covered in head to toe in my boyfriend’s blood. He demanded I take my clothes off and join him, I was too afraid to say no.

He pushed me on my knees in the pool of blood while he rubbed his bloody cock all over my face. Then, he forced it into my mouth. I started to cry uncontrollably, he slapped my face firmly with his hand when I was getting too loud. The blood filled my mouth with a metallic flavor, I just had to try not think about it or where it came from. I had to be a brave girl. Finally, he pulled his cock out for a few moments. He decided I didn’t have enough blood covering my body so he used his hands to collect and smear it until I was covered.

I was told afterward to get on top of my boyfriend’s corpse and fuck it. Rigor mortis had set in so his body was bloated and stiff and so was his cock. I cried and screamed, but he just pushed me down onto my boyfriend’s cold dead dick. Again, I froze. I couldn’t thrust or grind on my boyfriend like we did before. It was too sick and I was too afraid. So he put his cock back into my mouth again, causing me to move slightly against my boyfriend’s cock. He fucked my throat harder and harder, causing me to move more and to feel things I shouldn’t. My pussy wasn’t just wet with blood anymore.

I felt so disgusted with myself. I wanted to die, I wanted him to kill me. He just kept thrusting in and out of mouth with the same fucked up grin on his face. He made sure I came more than once before he finally pulled his hard red bloody cock out to shoot cum all over my boyfriend’s pale face
I was still hoping that he would keep going, that he would kill me. All he did was push me down into the puddle of blood and order me to clean the mess up.