Category: Medical fetish phone sex

Snuff Sex in a Disappointments Room

snuff sexI put an ad on a fetish site for snuff sex. I was feeling kinky. You inspired me. I spend so much time on the phone getting fantasy slain, that I wanted a more authentic feeling experience. It was stupid. It was dangerous. It was one of the hottest experiences of my life. Many men responded to my ad. Turns out quite a few men love the idea of no taboo fun with a snuff whore. James was the man I selected to meet. Not sure why, but he sold himself well as a lifestyle BDSM slave owner. When I arrived at his house, I was led to his dungeon. Hot damn, he was serious. He had a bed with a cage underneath for his slave to sleep. He had every BDSM device imaginable. I was looking for more than BDSM fun, however. I wanted violence. I wanted torture sex. That was when he led me to a room I never would have known existed. He called it his Disappointments Room. It is based on Gothic history. It was a room in a house to hide people, mostly retarded, sickly and deformed offspring, wives and family from the public. It was like these individuals never existed. They never knew life outside this room. It was horrifying to think that a man like James could keep a slave hidden away in his own home and no one would ever know she was there. I was about to enter this room but was not sure I would ever leave. He tied me to a table with leather restraints. He pulled out a bunch of surgical instruments and that was when I had regrets. He told me what a stupid whore I was, as he sliced flesh from my breasts. He mutilated my breasts and my pussy, performing Dr. Jekyll experiments on my sex organs. I saw the camera rolling and knew this was a snuff porn and likely not one I would survive.

Sold for Ass Rape Porn

ass rape pornI owed my drug dealer money, so he sold me to some black men for ass rape porn. These were gang bangers with huge cocks. No one wanted to use lube. Hell, my asshole wasn’t even worthy of some salvia. They gang banged my ass raw. Do you know what coke can thick cocks feel like going in your ass dry? My anus tore. When they were done, my asshole was prolapsed. It was hanging on the outside instead of the inside where it belongs. They started laughing at the old whore with the bleeding, prolapsed asshole. One of them pulled at a rubber band and started smacking it. The skin is so sensitive there, that tears welled up in my eyes. That just fueled them further. Another one of the guys took a zip tie off something and zip tied my prolapsed asshole. It felt like it was so tight it might sever my prolapsed asshole off from my ass. They left the zip tie on while the pissed on my inside out asshole. It burned like acid. They just laughed at my pain. I as a worthless whore in their mind. I was only good for gangbang rape porn and nothing more. Suddenly, one of them took the zip tie off and they started fucking my bloody prolapsed asshole back inside me. Their cocks were so big, they were able to do it, but not without making my asshole look like a bloody swollen mess.

Taboo Phone Sex Pain Slut

taboo phone sexBody built for taboo phone sex was why he called me. He said I looked like a woman who could handle some pain. He had no idea. As a teen girl, I was a cutter. It didn’t start off as liking pain. It was because it was what I could control. How deep I cut, how long I cut myself for, where I cut myself were all variables within my control. A few years later, I was using razor blades on my flesh because I needed pain to cum. I am no longer a young girl. I have been inflicting pain on myself and letting others inflict it on me, so I am now a seasoned pain slut. When Ted told me to do things to my body, he thought I was faking things because I was not crying, I was moaning. Pinching my clit, slapping my ass, pinching my nipples is youngster play to me. If you want to hurt me, you need to bring your A game. Once I told my caller I was a seasoned pain slut he had me burn myself with a cigarette. Now that hurt because I burned my clit.  I also rubbed Icy Hot up my asshole for him and I won’t lie, that hurt. I am pain slut. It just takes the right sadistic man to find my pain threshold with torture sex. Is that you?

Torture Sex for Coke-What Was I Thinking?

torture sexHe said it was torture sex I would enjoy. He was wrong. I don’t think any woman enjoys torture.  If I wanted my bag of coke, however, I had to let him do his medical experiments on me. He was like some sort of demented med student. He sells coke and high-end pharmaceutical drugs, but pills have never been my problem. I like cocaine. Cocaine doesn’t always like me though. Thankfully I was high last night because he put a cattle prod in my cunt and shocked me. It was the most awful pain ever. I was pissing myself and convulsing. He was stroking his cock. He said this was for a medical experiment. Instead of paying me cash, he was giving me coke. This was no medical experiment. This was torture for pleasure, his pleasure. He put the cattle prod up my ass too. I twitched so bad I thought I was having a seizure. Honestly, this was as hard as I had ever worked for a bag of blow. He even used a speculum on me and sprayed my insides with some sort of chemical. It burned and made my pussy bleed. He said he was sterilizing me, but I had a hysterectomy last year. He was just torturing me some more. I let him think he had left me barren because he got off on my tears. I just wanted my bag of fucking coke, but he was not yet done with his medical fetish phone sex experiments. He pierced my clit with a hat pin and laughed as I bled. I wanted to scream to him to just give me my damn coke, but I knew better. He was a sadist and I was his muse. I think he might have been a Nazi doctor descendent. Thankfully, I got my coke. I went home and dulled my pain with white line after white line.

Killer Phone Sex Fantasies

killer phone sexI have killer phone sex fantasies. We all do. The only difference is I act on my fantasies. I met this annoying fucker the other day. He was begging to have his dick cut off. He didn’t want castration. He wanted the entire package gone, cock and balls. He had been trying to find a woman who would enjoy that. His first mistake was trying to find a woman who would like it. He needed to find a sadistic bitch like me. I have no sympathy for a loser who wants to cut off his dick. As far as I see it, if you are such a loser that you want to castrate yourself and take your cock too, you don’t deserve any male genitals. Your man card is revoked, and I will happily be the one to revoke it. I told him to give me a show. I ordered him to cut off his own cock and I would take care of what was left. Puss cake. He couldn’t even make a cut on his tiny pecker. I called it. I knew he was the kind of loser who calls me for castration phone sex but can never really go thru with it. I wanted a show, so I gave myself one. I chopped off his dick, his balls then I dismembered him. My basement looked like the Saw bathroom when I was done with him. Blood, limbs, and saws everywhere and one dying loser. Don’t promise me entertainment and not deliver.

Strip club snuff sex

snuff sexIt’s my sugars birthday. I have some fun planned out, and we are about to paint the city red. We have spotted the perfect target, and we are off to the strip club. We see Bambi and Dandi Lion. Twin bitches ready to get mulled by the both of us. All we had to do was dangle some jewels to their face. They came right over to our house because we told them that’s where our VIP fun would take place. A brisk 10k for each would make us have a fun night. They agreed. When they got over to our humble abode, I joked and laughed with them. We had so much fun. I even showed them my tricks on our bedroom pole. They were impressed. I eventually told them I had experience on the pole too, and without missing a beat, I go to snuffing them out perfect. We tied them up, knocked them out, and started our fun with those whores. Snuff sex is the best. Happy birthday, sugar.

Stiletto snuff

2 girl phone sexI have always enjoyed 2 girl phone sex calls and have brought out all my favorite accomplice memories out in them. I especially like reliving moments I have had with other girls. I remember my favorite accomplice fun was with one of my best friends and her boyfriend. We were playing dare games. We wanted to see who had the most insidious mind. I had to have won, of course. I am the queen of nasty. I have been labeled as the terminator in my circle of friends. I have no problem ridding whores from our site. I decided I had to stiletto fuck one the girls on the campus. We can call her Jessica. We got rid of Jessica by killing her nice and slow after having her used at a highly populated glory hole. After she was used as a piece of meat, we left her bloody and cold. We got some stilettos and fucked her holes and left her in pain and breathless.

Castration Phone Sex

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is popular on Sundays. I think men get to praying for a bigger dick; praying to be a better man and they can’t do that with a shrimp dick. Little dick losers pray at my evil alter. I don’t have empathy only contempt for small dick losers. I met Tom at a bar. We had corresponded via the dark net for months. I was encouraging him to chop off his balls. He took some convincing, but he agreed. When I came down to doing it, however, he struggled. He botched it, and only nicked his left testicle. That was when he started asking me for more than just encouragement. He wanted my help with chopping off his nuggets. I told him that would cost him. We agreed to meet. Last night, was the last day he had balls. I took him to my castration chamber after a few drinks at the bar. I explained that my castration chair was an old prison executioner chair modified to chop off balls. I gave him a shot of whiskey and strapped him in. For a clean castration, no movement can occur, or I might take the cock too. I separated his balls from his dick. I use a castration band like they do with sheep and cattle. The circulation is cut off, numbing the balls. This makes it easier to whack them off. I wanted to give him a clean cut. I used sterile medical grade scissors and snip snip the balls. It is torture sex. It hurts no matter what, just hurts less when I do it properly. Jack asses get a dirty castration with serious risk of infection. For Tom, I used a soldering iron to cauterize the wound. I’m no surgeon. He will have a nasty jagged scar, but he will live a eunuch’s life from here on out.

Taboo Phone Sex Stories

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex stories are something I have many to share. I have this one kinky master who is into a lot of fetish things. We hooked up the other night in his fetish basement. He strung me up in the air in a harness. He put these little pinching clips all over my thighs and pussy. It was like a swarm of bees stung me. My thighs and pussy were pulsating with pain. It was not pain I couldn’t handle, but it was annoying constant pain. Master brought out one of those industrial sized dildos too. Please and pain. He loves to inflict both at the same time. As he masturbated me with that large wand, I started pissing.  I made a mess of Master. He was not happy that I pissed on him.  It was like a flood gate had opened between my legs and a geyser spewed out. He started whipping me with his belt. The belt buckle lashed my labia making my cunt lips bleed. I was begging for forgiveness, but I angered him. I took my lashings, but he left me strung up overnight, bleeding and swollen and pissing on the floor. I loved every minute of it.

Anal Torture Sex with a Meat Hook

torture sexWhen he said I deserved anal torture sex, I laughed. I thought he was joking, or at best just meant a hardcore ass fucking. I am no stranger to ass play. I told him to bring it on. That was a huge mistake because I had no idea who I was dealing with. First, I had no idea he had a foot long thick dick. Second, I didn’t know he was a sadist. I met him at this flop house I go to get high sometimes. He is dealer. He doesn’t deal in coke. He sells the hard shit, but when no coke is around, high is high, right? I will huff a can of spray paint like it’s 1995 if that is my only option. I was high when he told me I was an ass rape porn star. That is why I was so cocky about it. Once he had a meat hook in my ass hoisting me in the air, I realized I was in way over my head. He whipped my ass first. I was flying in the air, suspended only by a meat hook in the ass. I could feel my ass ripping to shreds. I was bleeding and in agony. That was just the beginning for him. When he let me down, he joked about pushing my prolapsed ass back in my asshole with his big dick. Damn, that fucking hurt. Mind you, I was high on smack at the time, so I am sure it hurt a hell of a lot more. I was screaming bloody murder as he fucked my asshole with one large item after the next. When he was finished with me, I couldn’t walk and I couldn’t control my bowels. I was shitting everywhere. Blood, shit and his cum flowed out of my ruined asshole like a river. I think I need to stick with coke dealers.