I love torture sex as a pain slut. In real life, I don’t want my pretty face maimed or my hot body carved up. I also don’t really want to die. I just want to wish to be killed because I cannot take the pain any more. When it is fantasy, we can get as violent or deadly as you want. Thinking about that kind of excruciating pain makes my whore holes wet. Guys ask me all the time, what do I have at home to hurt myself with. They think this is nothing but fantasy for me. I have a few devices e that every pain slut like me should possess. It is my chest of horrors as I call it. I have impact toys like a paddle, belt, cat o nine tails and a riding crop. I have bondage tools like handcuffs, rope, zip ties, duct tape, dog collar, chains and electrical wire. I have several types of gags: funnel, ring and ball. I have a large array of insertable toys: vibes and dildos of varying sizes, butt plugs, anal hooks, pony tail and speculums. I have nipple clamps. I also have a diverse collection of piercing instruments: needles, hat pins, safety pins, veggie skewers, nails, tacks and an ice pick. Did I mention I have other things like ice, cigars to burn my girl parts and weights for my tits and my clits? I am a true pain whore. I just need a strong, sadistic man like you, to tell me just how to hurt myself for his pleasure. I am waiting on the couch like a good submissive whore for you to take control.
Category: Roleplay phone sex
Torture Sex Doll for Abuse
The Belt
I was so scared walking towards my front door. I didn’t make enough money to keep my crackhead boyfriend high all night. I opened the door and handed him all of the money I made from hooking up and down the boulevard. He counted the cash with an evil snarl on his face. He threw the cash at my face then slapped me so hard that I fell to the floor. He spit on me and relief briefly flooded through my body. I thought his tantrum was over, but I was so wrong. He gripped my hair in his fist and dragged me upstairs like I was a rag doll. He flung me towards the bed and pulled his belt from his pants.
“Get your fucking clothes off NOW!” , he demanded.
I took my clothes off and he started whipping me with his belt like I was a runaway slave. He hit me over and over again, each last worse than the one before. He hit me until his arm got tired. With welts all over my body, I curled up into a ball and cried myself to sleep.
Torture sex is what I crave
Torture sex is what I have been programmed to endure and enjoy. I use to like gentle vanilla sex. Not anymore. I love being fucked by all the guys with huge dicks. I have been such a great slave for my master. I like to serve him whenever he calls me I’m there in a second. I make no complaints or fuss about what I am told to do. I obey him and make sure he is pleased along with all the guys that come over to fuck me roughly. I never get a break I get my pussy used hourly. I never take a break. I like to be penetrated by all the guys at the same time. I have been tied up and fucked for hours on end. I never felt that kind of pain and pleasure at the same time. Being used and having an audience is always a turn on. I look forward to being the best sex slut.
Fantasy Phone Sex Trade-Off
He’d invited me inside to get out of the rain when he’d seen me walking by on the sidewalk. He let me use his bathroom to dry off and freshen up, and I took advantage of that time to do a quick ho bath. I put on the only clean, dry thing I had left to wear, my blue mini dress. When I walked back out, I asked if I could use his washing machine and dryer while I was there, even offered to pay him out of the little funds I had. He told me he’d be happy to let me use them, but he wouldn’t take my money. He pulled me in just then, and started kissing me. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out when a guy is asking to take it out in trade. So, I let him have his way with me. He moved my hands toward his pants, and I undid his fly and pulled him out. He pushed me to the ground and I had my mouth around his dick as soon as I settled down. He was fucking down into my throat, holding my head to his cock as he ground out against me. He asked me to finger his ass, which was weird, but I needed to do my laundry, so whatever, right? I slid a finger behind him, rimming his ass with it, before pushing my finger into an ass for my first time ever. It felt so weird, but it made him get even harder. He was fucking my face so hard by that point, and I thought for sure he was about to cum, but the next thing I knew, I was being spun around and my ass pulled into the air. He jammed his cock into my unprepared ass, and I screamed. His hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing off that scream, and preventing me making any other sounds, or even breathing. He shoved deep and hard and fast, and he drilled my ass a few times before letting loose a massive load. He held me to him a bit longer before pushing me away and telling me to get busy washing my clothes so he didn’t have to keep me around too long after the rain let up.
Cannibalism Phone Sex: I Will Have You for Dinner
Cannibalism phone sex is always in season. Sure, I prefer to roast you outside like a pig over an open flame. However, despite hurricanes and chilly weather, I can still prepare a feast fit for a queen. My girlfriends were out celebrating a birthday when we saw Scott. He looked like he would taste delicious. He also looked submissive and rather pathetic. Looks tasty and subby is the best combo for a dinner date. We bought him a drink then asked him to dinner. When back at my place, my friends undressed him and rubbed him down in a butter garlic sauce. He loved it. Seriously, he was just happy for the attention from hot bitches. I planned on boiling him in my big pot before roasting him in my industrial size oven. I wanted to stuff his ass like a turkey. To do that, I had to loosen up his ass with my big strap on. His asshole was tight; clearly virgin ass. I told him to imagine I was ramming a spit roast through him. I thought he might spontaneously cum. I told him he would do us more of a service in our bellies than in our pussies. He wanted to be devoured by us. Once his ass was loosened up a tad, we stuffed it with a variety of seasoned fruits and veggies to give him flavor. He was getting the equivalent of torture sex but was rock hard. I decided to let him boil alive. The humane thing is to drug your dinner first, but I am hardly humane. Plus, he was clearly a pain slut who wanted to enjoy every moment of the meal preparation. The scent of his flesh cooking in boiling water was intoxicating, as were his screams. I know how to prepare a great meal. The women in my family have been having men for dinner for decades. Scott proved to be a delectable meal. If you can’t satisfy me sexually, perhaps you can satisfy my belly by being a nourishing meal.
Ass Rape Porn Fantasies
When I was younger, I watched ass rape porn all the time. I told myself, I can do that. My daddy loved abusing my ass when I was a young girl. He enjoyed sharing my ass with his friends too. It was nothing for him to have a poker night with the boys that ended in an anal gang bang for me. When I ran away, I told myself I could make it as a fetish porn star. I was right. Almost 20 years later, my ass is still taking a pounding. A good pounding too. I told this guy I met at a fetish bar that I loved anal sex. The next thing I knew, I woke up in a fog in the bathroom with a group of men fucking my asshole. I was covered in cum and saliva. I had no idea how I got there; I assumed I was drugged. They were flushing my face in the toilet, pissing down my throat and fucking my ass two to three cocks at a time. I was being choked with my own blonde locks. No one was using condoms. There were so many guys. I knew none of them. They were smacking the shit out of my tits, face and ass. I was going to be black, blue and gaped in the morning. I would be lucky if I could walk or sit in the morning. Silly boys had no clue who they were force fucking. I am no choir girl. I would have gladly gone into the bathroom with them without being doped. I want to be a gangbang rape porn star. I am still waiting for the guys who can ruin me, maybe even snuff me for good. Could that be you and your friends? I double dog dare you.
Yes Father may I have another?
I went to church for some reason a few days ago. Maybe feeling uneasy about all the things going on, fires, floods, it seems to be apocalyptic. I’m not in fear of hell or anything; don’t believe that type of thing. I think I wanted… no, actually I know I wanted to mark something off my fuck-it list. I had made an appointment with the priest of the local church in hopes of finding what I wanted.
I sat down in his office, it smelled old and musty, I couldn’t totally put my finger on it but I thought it smell like sex. The priest came in and sat behind his desk, folded his fingers together and said: “How can I help you, my spiritual follower?” I couldn’t help but start laughing, he was so pompous and self-righteous I didn’t feel nearly as bad about what I was going to do. I took my gun out from my purse, smiled and pointed it at the so called spiritual man. He looked startled of course and asked what I wanted and said I didn’t have to do this. He thought I was there to rob him, he tried to tell me drugs aren’t the answer and the church doesn’t keep money blah blah blah. I laughed more and said “I’m not here for your bullshit religion. I’m more evolved than believing the garbage you people try to spew.” I explained that I was there to just plain fuck with his head. I told him to call in his youngest nun into the rectory. He hesitated but I told him to think about what life would be like with a colostomy bag and catheter because I blew his dick off, but I would put the gun on his shaft and aim it towards his asshole. “How are you going to fuck little boys if you have no cock?” he said nothing but picked up the phone and called out to his secretary to bring in Marta the newest nun to join. We waited for her to come in, the “holy man” started to whimper a little. I just shook my head at the pathetic man. The nun knocked and entered. “Yes, father?” she asked. I turned around pointed the gun at her and told her to stand next to the priest. She quickly glided over to him, and my play began. “Father, lift her habit, let’s see the panties nuns wear.” The nun protested at first but the priest scolded her. Interesting, I have a feeling this has happened before. Her habit goes up and what do we see, black thong panties, thigh highs, and a recently waxed pussy.Even my eyebrows went up on that. The priest swallowed hard and I asked him if that made his mouth water. He only nodded with his head down. “I think you two have done this before, I want to see what you two do together.” The priest took her over his knee and began to spank her bare ass. She moaned with each smack. “Ah, you two are a set of kinky fuckers, huh?” I was all too happy to make them push what they do further. I told him to put his hand underneath her and play with her pussy while he spanked her harder. “But she’s a virgin.” I shrugged … “so what, do what I told you to do.” She doesn’t seem bothered by the instruction so I sat back and enjoyed the show. She moaned and gyrated with every smack and without prompting she yelled out “YES, YES father may I please have another!” holy shit I thought well this will be more fun than I thought.
Tune in next time when I finish this monster blog.
Playing With Bleach
I love having sadistic phone sex where I get to experiment with all sorts of toxic fluids such as bleach, ant poison, Drano, and other extremely harmful substances. One of my favorites to have some fun with definitely has to be bleach, it’s so fucking potent and deadly, what’s not to love!? Master brought home a young, innocent little boy for us to have some fun with. He found him wandering around a local play ground unattended, no parents in sight, so of course it was the prime opportunity to scoop him up and bring him home to me, hehe. After strapping the youngster down to the medical bed, I jammed a clamp into his small mouth, spreading his lips and jaw open so fucking wide that I broke it! He was screaming bloody murder and confused about what the fuck was going on, poor little boy, haha! I took the jug of fresh bleach and poured it down his throat, making sure to fill him up to the brim with every last drop inside of that bottle! He was foaming at the mouth, snorting, gagging, bleeding out, his body convulsing as it absorbed the awful poison. It didn’t take long for him to succumb to his internal injuries which pissed me off because I wanted him to suffer as long as possible, much longer than what it actually did! Master was pleased with the torture that I inflicted on him but said that next time we will be more torturous, more blood and guts, just how we prefer it! We threw his worthless body into the oven and watched it burn to ashes as Master skull fucked my sloppy wet mouth!
A Toy For A Sadist
I’m your toy for letting out all those sadistic desires you can no longer hold in because you are being driven so crazy at night. You have had all these dark impulses creeping into your subconscious since you met me earlier in the summer. No one has even raised an eyebrow that you some how can’t seem to keep a grip on babysitters for your brats. They always “run away from home” or just kinda vanish into thin air but we both know what really happens to us. We all end up in your basement and become your little dolls. You love playing with us. The screams don’t stop you, it encourages you. When you convinced me to go down into the basement with you, I had no idea what I was signing up for and when I could see the aftermath of your fetish around me written on the faces of your sex slaves sending me direct orders to run as fast as I could. I didn’t expect you to have bear traps set up around the only exit you weren’t blocking. It almost took my leg off and you took the chance to dominate my cunt while I bled over the cold floor. You finished inside my asshole, which was leaking my insides by that point. What happens next?
Bloody phone sex fantasy
I have had a really bad period this month and I went to my gyno for an exam because of it. He started with the normal 20 questions of comfortableness. I laid back into the stirrups as he was pulling out his tools and I noticed he had something in his hand, it was a syringe. He came u behind me and stabbed me in my neck, while pushing the substance into me. Before I knew it I was unable to move.
The gyno at that point spread my legs really wide and started licking my pussy, period, blood clots and all. He then pulled his cock out of his pants, pushed himself into my cunt and started thrusting away. I could see the blood splattering everywhere. When he gave the final groan and came inside me he came to my ear and said that he would give me the antidote to move again but that if I told anyone then he would say I was stealing from him and a liar. He then gave me the antidote and I went home.