Taboo 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.
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Taboo Phone Sex Stories
Anal Torture Sex with a Meat Hook
When 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.
Castration Phone Sex: Lorena Bobbit is My Hero
Castration phone sex is one of my favorite things. I have a philosophy. Not every man deserves to have balls. They don’t all deserve a cock either. Testicles and dicks are a privilege not a right. So, if I meet you and decide you don’t deserve your balls or your cock, I will take one or the other or both. Chuck was a unique case. He was a special kind of douchebag idiot. I was minding my own business at the bar when him and his friend stood near me. They were discussing the Amazon documentary on Lorena Bobbitt. She is a hero of mine. This douchebag was saying stupid shit like you can’t force yourself on your wife because she is your property. His level of stupidity was mind numbing. He also said she Lorena deserved the death penalty for taking her husband’s dick. I knew, I had to do to him what Lorena did to John. I waited for his drunk ass to come out of the bar. He looked like a last call sort of guy. He stumbled out of the bar, dropped his keys at his car, which gave me the advantage point. I whacked him on the head and pushed him in the car. I drove to a junkie hotel. I was planning on giving him a hot shot, but not until he saw me take his cock and balls with a rusty old knife. I wanted him to feel the pain too. He screamed like a bitch. Even drunk as a skunk, he felt me lob his cock and balls off. He was bleeding everywhere. I had no intention of saving him. Normally, I cauterize the wound, but this dipshit didn’t deserve to live, so he could spew his ignorance. I let him bleed out a painful death, then I gave him the hot shot. Nothing but junkies at that motel. No one would be a reliable witness and the police would just think he stiffed a whore. He got what he deserved.
Ass Rape Porn Torture
There are ass rape porn videos that I watch that get me wet. Then there are others that make me cringe in pain. My dealer loves ass torture porn. I was sucking his big black cock when one came on of a woman getting double fisted and I felt his cock twitch in my mouth. I couldn’t see the screen, but he narrated it for me, and I knew I was in trouble because the way his cock was reacting in my mouth. He nutted in my mouth, then summoned a few of his dealers who were dividing coke in the back. They love to help him abuse his favorite slave. Black men love having white slaves. They love fisting them too. I begged for some lube. Black me have big hands to go with their big cocks. They laughed at me and said, “We don’t want you to enjoy it whore.” At that moment, I knew I was doomed. Two fists went in my ass at once, then two more popped in my cunt. I had four fists, and not just any fists either. Big black fists inside my tiniest holes. Torture sex to the extreme is the only way to describe it. I was bleeding, gapped and covered in my own shit by the time they were done. Humiliated and sore, I curled up in a ball to recuperate, but they just pissed on me.
We love Sex with dead bodies
I joined a sorority because my boyfriend wanted me to lure dumb sluts. I died my hair blonde wore too much makeup and way too much pink. I was sick of it all, but I will do anything for my partner in crime. Love makes you do dumb things. I brought over a ton of laced sweets. I wanted them to die nice and slowly. I like poisoning dumb sluts. My boyfriend has a thing about fucking and having sex with dead bodies, and I love to masturbate watching. We are sick fucks a surely do belong together. There’s nothing better than watching prissy princess die slowly and painfully. I like watching him fuck the life out of you. Seeing you take your last breath is the best.
Torture Sex with a Plastic Bimbo
The bitch deserved torture sex. She went all mean girl on me when we met for drinks. We went to college together, but she thought I would have grown out of my “creepy Wednesday Addams stage” by now. She went off on me. Clearly, she forgot who I was. She changed 180 degrees from college. She used to practice witchcraft with me. She was a fellow Goth girl. Now, she looked like something straight out of the Housewives of Beverly Hills. I mean she is my age, yet I could tell she had plastic surgery and a lot of Botox. She looked like Bimbo Barbie. No clue what happened to her since we last saw each other, but I wasn’t about to let her talk down to me. I spiked her latte drink. When she got drunk feeling, I took her to my cabin in the woods for fun. Along the way, I picked up some dirty hypodermic needles. I know where the junkies hang out. I stripped her naked. She fucking got a boob job. I pierced her shaved pussy with the dirty needles. When she woke up, she started screaming. She was calling me names as expected. I pierced her lips together with more dirty needles. I mutilated her perfect, fake body. I cut her implants out. I sewed her tight bald pussy shut. I pierced her clit too. I love mutilation phone sex calls. Are you ready to help me torture a plastic whore to death?
Torture Sex with The Punisher
Torture sex is not just something men do to me. I torture myself too. I am a pain slut. I was a cutter when I was a school girl. I think my pain tolerance grew from self-mutilation. Once I was a grown woman, I looked to other things to give me pain. Men are impressed with my pain tolerance. It is so high that I sometimes must fake cry. Men don’t like being shown up by a girl. Last night I hooked up with a guy I met at a BDSM club. Club members call him the Punisher. He loves to inflict pain. I had heard rumors about him but wanted to see if he was as bad as women say. I have a higher threshold than most women, so I needed to test things with him on my own. Fuck, I met my match. He was a punisher indeed. He had these long needles and he pierced my clit with them, and he used them on my vagina lips, making my pussy look like it had been sewn shut. He used more needles on my nipples. All my most sensitive parts were stitched with needs. Little droplets of blood coated my body. My cunt was wet. It was real pain. Not snuff sex pain, but hot mutilation pain. I think I will be seeing more of the Punisher.
Slice and dice me
Torture sex with me is a fantasy come true. You want to slice and dice me while you are fucking me. You see all the blood drip from my skin. The lesions alone turn you on. Watching me get hurt and seeing me scream bloody murder makes you want to fuck me harder. The more I beg, the more you want to be harder on me instead. I know that me being all black in blue in the morning will have you wanting to go for round two. As long as you are happy I am okay with whatever you want from me. I am your victim forever. I might as well accept my role in life from now on anyways. I can’t wait to make you proud.
Devoted devious deviant
There is nothing I won’t do for you. I will bring you whatever you desire on a silver platter. My goal is to cater to you and your every need. My holes are yours to use and make bleed. I know you love when I fuck a slut up. My devious mind gets you going in every way. I make you so horny and make you ready to pop. I like using whores who are sweet and innocent. I want to ruin sluts for you and your cock. Making a good girl terrible is what I am good for after all. I was given such a gift. I can turn a church girl into a dark whore. Making her crave cock and coke. Making her addicted to your dick is vital. Your little cult pack daddy.
Snuff Sex Revenge
Snuff sex fantasies are one thing, but he wanted me dead. I owed him money. I owed him coke too. A few months ago, I stole a bag of coke. It was a small bag. He didn’t need it. It wouldn’t have made him much money. When he found me, he made it clear that what he was doing to me was a matter or principal. He couldn’t have people thinking he was soft. His posse was with him as he tied me up. I was bound and gagged and scared, very scared. They took turns kicking me. It didn’t matter that I was a woman. I stole; I had to be punished. They fucked my ass raw until it prolapsed, then the leader of the pack, the one I stole from, put a zip tie on my prolapsed ass. I screamed out in pain, but that was nothing compared to being branded. He spelled out the letters Thief on my ass. Thief, forever branded on me, so no one would ever trust me. Him and his posse sodomized me. They beat me up. They tortured me for hours and they burned my flesh. All so one drug dealer could save face. My body will never be the same because I stole an itty bitty bit of coke.