Category: Domination phone sex

Snuff Sex is all That Satisfies My Hungry Holes!

 

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I’m hanging upside down in the steel frame, legs forced into a brutal V by the spreader bar locked to the ceiling. My arms are wrenched behind my back in leather cuffs, a thick anal hook buried deep in my asshole and chained to my collar so every twitch pulls it harder. My cunt and stretched shithole are pointed straight at the door, dripping and exposed for anyone who walks in.

Master circles me, boots echoing. “Look at this pathetic fuckpig. Spread wide like the worthless set of holes you were born to be.”

He slaps my swollen pussy hard. The sting shoots through me and I whimper.

“Women don’t get to say no. Your only purpose is to take cock, to be used, to be filled until cum leaks out of every hole. That’s what you’re for.”

He shoves two fingers into my cunt, then three, twisting roughly while the hook tugs my ass open. I moan like the desperate slut I am.

“Say it.”

“My purpose… is to be a fucktoy for men,” I choke out, voice shaking.

He laughs and drives his thick cock straight into my cunt while the hook stays buried in my ass. Every thrust rocks the frame and yanks the hook deeper. Pain and shame flood me as he uses me like an object.

“Take it, whore. This is what you were made for.”

I hang there, cunt and ass stuffed, drooling, completely at his mercy, exactly where I belong.

Strangulation Phone Sex is The Best Way to Fantasy Rape Me

Strangulation Phone Sex is only the appetizer. First, let me struggle for air as my ass gets spanked. Ultimately, squeezing, groping, exploring, and slapping my whore body into submission.
So, I’m alone in my dark bedroom, phone pressed to my ear, the stranger’s low voice wrapping around me like smoke.
His first command: “Breathe for me, Geneva.” So, my fingers tighten around my own throat, squeezing just enough to make my pulse hammer.“Yes, Daddy,” I gasp, already soaked. “Strangle me harder.”
Oh, his laugh is dark, hungry. “Good girl. Now get on your knees and push that ass up for me.”
So, I drop the phone on speaker and scramble onto all fours on the bed. Therefore, my back arched, and my knees spread wide.
Now, cool air kisses my dripping pussy and tight little hole as I reach back and spread my cheeks for him.
“Like this?” I whimper. “My ass is yours. Take it while you choke me.” Consequently, his voice drops an octave as he commands my next move: “Hands on your throat. Both of them. Squeeze.”
Thus, I obey instantly. So, my fingers dig into my neck, cutting off my air in a perfect ring.
Stars burst behind my eyelids. Furthermore, the room spins into deeper blackness. However, my hips keep rolling, offering my ass higher.
Ultimately, desperate for the feel of his thick cock slamming into me, I beg, “Harder,” voice cracking.
“Please… strangle me while you fuck my ass.”

Strangulation Phone Sex with a Deep Ass Pounding

Now, I feel him there in my mind. Ultimately, his big hand clamped around my throat, the other gripping my hip, driving deep.
Every thrust forces a broken moan past my lips. Ultimately, my clit throbs untouched. Before long, I’m dripping down my thighs, ass clenching around nothing but aching for everything.
“More,” I beg, squeezing tighter. As the blackness edges in, sweet and terrifying.  Moreover, “Choke me out. Make me cum while I can’t breathe.”
Finally, my body shakes. Now, the pressure in my throat and the filthy fantasy push me right to the edge.
So, I rock my ass back harder, imagining him pounding me mercilessly while his grip turns iron.
“Cum for me, Geneva,” he commands. Ultimately, I shatter, as my orgasm rips through me in violent waves. At last, my pussy pulsing, ass twitching as I gasp and wheeze under my own strangling hands.
Essentially, the darkness swallows me whole for one perfect, terrifying second. Then, I collapse onto the sheets, gasping, smiling, already whispering into the phone for more.
“Again… please. Strangle me harder next time.”
Strangulation Phone Sex

Mutilation Phone Sex is The Greatest Foreplay

Mutilation phone sex is my dark passion. I’m Morticia, a goddess born of shadow and flame. Therefore, a satanic witch whose hunger is fed only by the sight of flesh torn and blood flowing.
So, I stand in my obsidian chapel, the air thick with incense. Moreover, the chamber fills with the low chant of damned souls.
So, I summon my first victim—a strapping knight whose armor gleams like a lie. With a flick of my wrist, the sigils etched into the floor flare crimson, and his steel gauntlets melt away. Essentially, revealing raw skin that shivers under my gaze.
Next, I lift the jagged athame, its blade black as a void, and draw it across his throat. Most importantly, not to kill, but to carve a deep, smiling gulf that spurts hot blood onto the stone. Therefore the blood of Snuff sex fuels my darkness.
So,the knight gasps, eyes wide, and I laugh, a sound that rattles the rafters. Next, as I press my palm into the wound, I feel the warm pulse throb against my fingers.
Next, I turn to a trembling maiden whose hair flows like midnight silk. So, I bind her wrists with chains that hiss as they sear. Then I take a pair of rusted shears and snip the tendons of her ankles, one by one. Therefore, listening to the soft snap as each fiber gives way.

Mutilation Phone Sex is Something That I Dream About

Consequently, she collapses, a broken doll, and I straddle her chest. With nails sinking into her breasts, tearing away the soft tissue until the ivory ribs peek through. Now, slick with my own dark ichor.
Afterwards, I summon a circle of acolytes. Now, their robes are soaked in the sweat of fear. Therefore, I lay the knight and the maiden side by side.
Alas, I raise an obsidian chalice, fill it with the mingled blood of the two.  Accordingly, I drink, feeling the power of their suffering surge through my veins. This is how I love Sadistic Phone Sex so.
So, the chapel shudders, the walls bleed black. Ultimately, I, Morticia, revel in the symphony of screams. Essentially, the suffering, for each torn limb and shattered bone, is a hymn to my satanic glory.
Mutilation Phone Sex

Bloody Phone Sex Massacres Excite Me

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex seems perfect for a self-proclaimed gore whore. I grew up watching horror movies and gaining a strong affinity for bloody massacres. What can I say? I’m very visceral. I respond positively to the sight of blood. I love the feel of it. And I like the taste of it too.

Perhaps you could call me a vampire. I do love blood. Plus, I have the most fun after midnight. And summer is here so that means the bars become packed with college fuckers home for summer break. For the most part, I find the college boys and girls vapid and rabid. I don’t mean literally rabid.

But I think most people understand that college boys and girls are among the meanest folks around. Self-entitled mean girl behavior never gets rewarded. In fact, with me, it makes you a target. A target of my wrath. And I thought she might make a perfect snuff porn star.

As a Gore Whore I Love a Bloody Massacre

Last night I met a vapid and very rabid coed. I tried to blend in looking less Goth like and more normal. I sat at the bar, watching these bitches in action. And I took personal offense to this blonde prissy bitch who started body shaming other girls in the bar. She’s nothing more than a bully. And she needed to die.

So, I spiked her drink and acted like her Uber driver. I read rooms extremely well. So, I knew she did not come with anybody. That seemed part of the problem. She lacked a wolf pack. So, I acted like her Uber driver and took her to my kill shack in the woods. Although during Covid, I built an underground dungeon extension to my house with a tunnel that leads out into the middle of the woods. I like to use this shack in the woods when I’m going to make a bloody mess.

The drugs kicked in during the Uber ride, and she passed out in the back of my car. Woke up, stripped naked and tied to a wood table. This cabin my grandfather left me looks primitive like the cabin in the Evil Dead movies. When this girl woke up, she immediately started spewing her bullshit.

So, I told her she was about to meet her maker. I can’t tolerate bad behavior. Perhaps it’s safe to call me a vigilante. I just possess a very low threshold for what I will kill for. And body shaming some woman publicly in a bar earned her the right to die.

Some Folks Deserve to Die, So I Make it Happen

Normally, I would prolong the torture sex. That’s part of the fun for me not just the bloody mess that happens afterwards. But everything that leads up to that bloody massacre, I enjoy too. However, her shrill voice annoyed the fuck out of me. I put duct tape over her mouth, but I could still hear her. So, I ended up cutting the torture part short and plunging my knife right into her belly button. And I pulled that knife all the way up to her sternum and watched her die as I held her entrails in my hands. I like to cut a bitch because it creates a bloody mess.

I hosed off her DNA. But I know one of those medical black lights will catch the blood splatter. These floors may look clean, but they’re all saturated with the blood of my victims over the decades. But the only thing ever left behind is a little DNA. Because I dragged her body out to the woods and let nature serve as my accomplices. Some folks just deserve to die. And that bitch was one of them.

Men Need Female Accomplice Phone Sex Partners

accomplice phone sexAccomplice phone sex partners like me help men get those tight young pussies they want. Women seem less threatening to young girls. We can get closer to them than men. For some reason young girls lack stranger danger for women like they do men. And that bodes well for me.

I want to help men fuck young pussy. Just like I helped my former master get all the young cunt he could handle. Originally, I didn’t like being put in that position. And I felt affinity for these girls. However, I also felt a strong desire to break free from the chains of servitude. And to do that, I needed to bring my master 100 young pussies to fuck. It took a few years to get that many, but I finally did. And now I’m a free agent. Not owned by anyone. And I flipped my own script. I went from submissive slut to accomplice.

Behind Every Perverted Man is a Woman Who Made Him That Way

And I became a teen rape porn filmmaker with the kidnapped girls I took for men like you. Mike and I went hunting last week for the perfect girl. We walked around the mall for hours until he spotted the one that made his dick super hard. A cute young girl. Honestly, I saw the attraction. That sweet innocence made her attractive to us. And for a moment, I felt bad because I knew that innocence would disappear within a few minutes of meeting my client.

So, I lured her way easily and brought her to Mike’s place. And he waited for her naked. As soon as she saw a naked older man, she began to panic. And I looked her in the eyes, and I told her to never trust a woman either. Behind every perverted man who enjoys young girls is a woman who helped make him that way. I pushed her down on his dick, forcing her to suck his cock. Why waste time. Clearly Mike wanted to fuck her. And he paid me to help him. Not only did I lure her away, but I helped him fuck her and filmed it too.

Men Need Female Accomplices Because We Appear Less Threatening

By the amount of blood that spilled from her young cunt, we both knew he popped her cherry. She cried and begged for her mommy. And I almost felt bad for her. Then I remembered how much Mike paid me and I felt less guilty. He ravaged her pussy and her ass. And I could tell it hurt. But I got it all on film. It will make a nice ass rape porn. Not sure if I will keep it for my spank bank or if I will upload it on the dark net. Either way we made a great movie.

However, the girl did not survive. We did not intend to make a snuff flick. But accidents happen. Men go a little crazy sometimes when they finally get that young pussy they crave. But as the accomplice, I took care of the cleanup and the disposal of the body. We put her body in the trunk of my car. But I disposed of her body three counties over.

And I took dark roads to avoid any street cameras. I buried her deep in the woods. I doubt anybody will find her. Unless of course they see our little homemade movie on the dark net. Then they might think she fell prey to a sex trafficking ring. As your accomplice, I take care of finding you the right little playmate. And I dispose of her too. Dead girls can’t send you to prison.

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Accomplice phone sex Mother/Daughter gets their fuck holes stretched

Accomplice phone sex, maccomplice phone sexy boyfriend and I were getting bored the other day and the weather is getting warmer, so we decided to go to the beach and see if there was anything to satisfy our craving! And there was the perfect stuck-up mother and daughter bitch duo that caught my eye right away! I knew they were the ones we were taking home! My boyfriend has a way with those Karen types, and he was able to smooth talk her and her slutty little teen daughter pretty easily back to our house. My cunt was getting so wet the moment they willingly climbed into the back seat of our car! Soon as we walked through the door it was over! My boyfriend walked up behind the cunt mom and gagged her then duct tape her hands together as I did the same thing to the stupid slutty teen. After that we drug them to the room where we hand cuffed their ankles to the bed, I had the great idea of laying the daughter on top of her whore mom. Both laying there spread eagle and restrained. It was the perfect fucking view watching my boyfriend stretch their cunts and assholes as he slammed in and out of them back and forth from mom to daughter, pussy to asshole. Their muffled screams and moans made my pussy drip as I sat there and fucked myself with my dildo watching my boyfriend destroy their worthless fuck holes. By the time we were finished the stupid little teen had a bloody asshole and they were both covered in loads of hot jizz!

Sadistic Roleplay Phone Sex Makes Me Your Bitch

roleplay phone sexI’m no stranger to sadistic roleplay phone sex scenarios. After all, I am a submissive whore and a drug addicted mommy who hooks up with anybody who will give her a fix. And last night I hooked up with Tom, a new guy in my life. Well not new. I’ve known him for years because he’s friends with my husband. However, I did not know this side of him. Tom’s like me. He leads a double life, and nobody appears to be the wiser.

However, until last night, I did not know that Tom likes to kidnap, torture and force fuck soccer moms. He caught me doing a line of cocaine and realized I have some secrets too. And he took the opportunity to blackmail me. He knows my husband too well. Plus, he knows my husband thinks I gave up cocaine for our marriage. I don’t think I can ever give up cocaine. I just became crafty with finding cocaine or earning cocaine money after my husband cut me off from his money.

Fuck My Life. My Husband’s Friend is Blackmailing Me

And I became a taboo phone sex whore to earn coke money. But somewhere along the line, my addiction grew larger than my paycheck. Tom forced me to drive him home. He made up some excuse to my husband. And I don’t know if my husband could see the fear on my face or if he just didn’t care. But I knew once in confinement with Tom things would not go well.

I did not drive him home. I drove him to this little fishing cabin he owns. My husband and him go there often during the winter to ice fish. He ordered me the strip naked and fuck my own holes with my fingers and eventually my fist. And even wanted me to slap my face and my tits until my porcelain white skin turned bright pink. In this little fishing cabin, which appeared the size of my bathroom, he keeps a torture kit.

His kit included handcuffs, a taser, a sounding device, all sorts of sharp objects, rope, and some of the biggest fucking dildos I’ve ever seen in my life. Normally, I don’t mind abuse because it earns me coke money. But I did this for free. Fuck my life. I hate being abused with nothing to show for it.

Men Love to Use Me for Shits and Giggles

For about an hour, he tortured me. And he did it for shits and giggles. I could tell he got drunk on the power. Every time he used that taser on my nipples or my clit, I pissed uncontrollably. And then he would push my head in my piss puddle and force me to lick it up. While my face was buried in the floor, Tom would kick me. But he made sure not to leave any marks on my face that might be hard to explain to my husband.

Eventually, he made me his private ass rape porn star. Fuck what a surprisingly big cock on him. He rammed it into my ass so hard that he pushed in my prolapse. But of course, it came right back out after he nutted. He made sure that I understood he owns me for life now. Fuck my life. Now he’s going to abuse the fuck out of me, and I won’t even get any cocaine out of it.

Torture Sex Electrifies Chelsea’s Dripping Cunt

 

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I lay spread-eagled on the cold metal table, wrists and ankles locked in thick cuffs, my naked body already slick with sweat. Sir circled me like a predator, the heavy leather flogger dangling from his fist. My heart hammered. I knew what was coming.

The first strike lashed across my tits, the braided tails biting deep into soft flesh. I screamed, my back arching as fiery pain bloomed. He didn’t stop. The flogger rained down mercilessly—across my belly, my thighs, the tender lips of my cunt. Each blow left angry red welts, my skin swelling and throbbing.

“Please, Sir!” I sobbed, tears streaming down my face.

He laughed, cruel and low. “Beg all you want, slut. This is what your worthless body is for.”

He forced a thick metal speculum into my cunt and cranked it wide open, stretching me brutally until I felt like I would tear. Then the electrodes came. Cold metal clips clamped onto my swollen nipples and clit. The first shock ripped through me like lightning, my whole body convulsing, cunt clenching uselessly around the cold metal. I howled, drool spilling from my lips.

He shocked me again and again, watching my tits bounce and my pussy spasm. When I was shaking and broken, he finally freed his cock and drove it into my stretched, aching hole, fucking me hard while the speculum kept me open. Pain and humiliation flooded every nerve.

“Thank you, Sir,” I whimpered as he used me. “Thank you for hurting me.”

 

Medical Fetish Phone Sex Calls are Rare But So Much Fun

medical fetish phone sexMedical fetish phone sex calls seem rare. But I love them, nonetheless. I get a couple a week but being the accomplice comprises the bulk of my calls. And in a way medical fetish exploration seems like an accomplice job. I help you enjoy a massive orgasm. But I help you enjoy it with a little bit of pain.

And in the case of Stephen, a lot of pain. He told me he considers himself a pain slut. In the past, he hired dominatrixes to explore his submissive pain side. Not all men seem created equally. Some deserve to get all the pussy they want whenever they want. Other men seem to exist for cock and ball torture sex.

As Stephen aged, his dick started to work less. But that happens. Age is our worst enemy. Almost everything becomes more difficult as we age, including orgasms. Stephen wanted to play doctor with me. So, I got out a sounding device, dipped it in Ben Gay and rammed it down his pee hole as I used his balls for stress release. Although I could see tears in his eyes from the pain, he kept an erection. And that’s telling. It tells me a man enjoys the pain I’m inflicting on his junk.

Honestly, medical fetish scenarios turn me on. Mainly because I think about revenge on the men who abused me in my youth like my own father. Cock and ball torture seems like perfect revenge for sexual predators. And with the sounding device deep down in his pee hole, I kicked his balls repeatedly in my stiletto heels. The fucker started to piss all over the floor and showed no remorse or embarrassment for it either. So, I did something rather unexpected.

Medical Fetish Fantasies Often Involve Extreme Cock and Ball Torture

I keep a poker with the letter C on it. It looks like the sort of thing farmers use to brand their sheep and cattle. I use it to brand a man’s balls. Essentially castrating the man. Maybe not literally but figuratively. If it man wants to have sex with a woman, he’s got to explain why there is a C branded on his balls. I left that sounding device in his urethra while I branded his balls with my initial.

His cock stayed hard the entire time. Stephen did not lie to me when he told me he’s a pain slut. But I may have kicked it up a notch when I branded his balls. He should feel lucky I didn’t turn this CBT session into a snuff porn. But I was not mad at Stephen. He did nothing but beg for some cock and ball and medical torture. However, I started thinking about my past and branding all those men who abused me in my youth. I got so carried away that I almost castrated Stephen. You leave that poker on the flesh too long and you eat right through the skin.

He tipped me a large sum for leaving my initial on his balls. Essentially, I made him my slave for life. And ruined his chances of experiencing a normal orgasm or relationship ever again. I extract cum from your balls, one way or another.

Extreme Bondage Phone Sex Left Me Tied Up and Abused

bondage phone sexExtreme bondage phone sex, I am no stranger too. I’ve been tied up a lot in my life. Sometimes just for photo shoots. And other times for more nefarious reasons. And this weekend I showed up for a photo shoot offering $500 for an hour’s worth of work. That would buy me my weekend cocaine supply. So, I took the job. Done far worse things for coke money than let some random guy tie me up and take some photos.

But I should’ve known better. It’s never that simple. Not with me at least. So, once I found myself tied up, I realized it was not just me and the guy who hired me. More men showed up. And I literally couldn’t fight. The guy that hired me tied me up like a side of beef. I was just waiting for them to write with a marker, prime rib, or rump roast on my body. I would’ve preferred that to what they did to me.

They violated my holes and whipped my ass raw with a flogger. Ouch. Both my pussy and ass they enjoyed fisting too. I’m not a fan of fisting, especially not when they do it raw. No lubrication used. They just shoved their fisted into my pussy and ass at the same time. For a moment it felt like they could pull my insides out or even hold hands from the inside of my pussy and ass. Even a seasoned ass rape porn star knows that hurts.

But I think what hurt the most was the fact that they made me put my legs over my head. So, I balanced on my neck for over an hour while they shoved anything and everything they could find in my pussy and ass.

Sometimes, A Bondage Whore Gets Tied Up and Abused

Suddenly, I realized I may not make it out of this. These guys appeared tweaked out on something, meth, I suspected. One guy for shits and giggles, squeezed out an entire tube of icy hot on my junk. And then they looked at me and laughed about giving me the lubrication I needed.

So, they fucked me with icy hot. Dumbasses. Which, in hindsight, they realized was not a smart move on their part. Because they fucked me using icy hot as the lubrication for my pussy and ass. And that meant that icy hot went straight up their pee holes. They will remember this encounter longer than me because my guess it’s going to burn to pee for a while. One guy started to piss up my cunt, and then he started crying when he realized how much it burned. A silver lining, I guess.

They let me go before this turned into a snuff porn. And I knew I dodged a bullet. They got too fucked up on meth and made a dumb move. Otherwise, they might’ve tortured me to death. Or sat on me and snapped my neck in two. They could’ve done that easily in the position they placed me in. I never saw my $500. Go figure. Just a bunch of tweaked out rednecks without a solid plan. I guess I’ll take it as a win that I survived. But I found some other guys willing to gang bang me for $500 later so I still got my coke money.