Bondage phone sex gets extreme with a submissive druggy whore like me. I got a bit tied up last night. I am not exactly sure how it happened either. I was in a bar drinking with strangers. I know I was hitting guys up to party. I am a cougar whore. I love to party and fuck. I like coke too much and it gets me in some predicaments like last night. The last thing I clearly remember was doing lines of coke in the bathroom with this college dude. I had been playing pool, drinking, flirting and partying with some frat boys. When I woke up, I was tied up and suspended with some dude I had no memory of meeting. He was not one of the frat boys. I don’t think he was even at the bar. He had a pulsating vibrator attached to my clit that was giving me orgasm after orgasm. I know that doesn’t sound bad, but rapid cums in close succession like that over stimulates your pussy and hurts. I asked him who he was and how I got there. Apparently, the frat boys I was partying with sold me for $500 to this guy. WTF? They can’t sell a person. I demanded to be let go. He was not having any of my sass. He took a blow torch to my cunt and asshole. Torture sex is why he bought me. The pain made me pass out. He liked me awake, however. I could feel my flesh melting. I could smell my flesh burning. I puked. The way I was suspended, I only managed to puke all over myself. The torture went on for hours like some strange Pavlov’s dog experiment. It was like he was trying to get me to associate cumming with pain. I am a pain slut but burning the flesh from my skin was more than I could bear. Eventually, I passed out and couldn’t be revived. He dumped my body in an alley. I woke up when a bum was pissing on me.
Category: Sadistic phone sex
Extreme Bondage Phone Sex and Torture
I’m Going To Feed You Your Own Cock
You are a completely useless piece of shit and that thing between your legs has you thinking with the wrong head. I believe castration phone sex is the only answer for you as I have had it with the countless times my little sister has been treated so fouly by you, and well, I held off as long as I could… per her request that I don’t do anything to you… and cannot let this go on. In fact I think I will assist any other females from enduring your loser ways.
I invite you over for a party and tell you how you cannot tell my little sister, after all you are too cool to not be invited… *god I nearly choked on those words!* You show up and I have a few biker friends over for good measure and ask you to the back bedroom because I need to talk to you. I get you back there and pretend to be all over you and get you undressed. I push you into a chair and before you realize what is happening I am duct taping your wrists and ankles to posts. I text my bros to crank up the tunes. I then grab a big game gutting knife and straddle your legs. With a swoop of the blade I have severed your penis and ball sac and leave you bleeding out. I go to the kitchen and sautee this delicate.. and small piece of meat up in a pan and return to feed you your own cock. Choke on this dick meat and die mother fucker.
Beat Dat Pussy
It was a horrible mistake, over-cooking my boyfriend’s steak. He likes it cooked medium rare. He came towards me like a raging gorilla and pummeled me to the floor. He punched me in the head four times, then gripped my hair and jumped to his feet. He dragged me upstairs by my hair, cursing me. I pleaded for him to stop, but his rage was over the edge of insanity. He forced me to undress then he tied me to the bed with my hands and legs spread apart. He pulled his belt from his pants and I struggled to free myself. He swung the belt high into the hair and sent it flying back down against my wet cunt. The pain was so bad that I saw stars. He hit me over and over again between my legs until he got tired. I cried myself to sleep.
Ass pound
Snuff sex wasn’t what he expected
Snuff sex wasn’t what he expected at all, he thought that I was just a high class call girl coming to his hotel room for a good time. But I was really there to kill him and leave him there in a humiliating position. I was hired by his ex wife, he screwed her in the divorce but if he died before his will was changed, she would inherit everything. Well, you know I was down for all of that, I get to kill someone and get paid for it?? Sign me the fuck up! It was almost too easy to, when I showed up wearing a slinky black dress and stilettos all he could think about was how sexy I looked, he had no sense of the danger he was in at all! I did a little strip tease for him, once his dick was rock hard it was very easy to get him to allow me to tie him up, he was ready to give up control and with that, his fate was sealed. Once he was restrained I dropped the dumb bimbo act and got right to work torturing him, he was in so much pain but couldn’t scream thru the gag, all he could do was cry like a pathetic little bitch. Not that any of that made me feel the tiniest little bit of sympathy towards him, he shouldn’t have been such a dick, if he was nicer he wouldn’t be suffering! Finally I slit his throat and let him bleed out, then I dressed him like a little sissy boy, put his own severed cock in his mouth and posed him ass up so that I could shove an enormous dildo up his ass! He looked ridiculous, but that’s what you get when you spend your life screwing people over…
Snuff Porn Dismemberment
I was meant for snuff porn. That is what he said. I was powerless. He had me bound and gagged. I was on my knees shaking. I knew my death was near. When I was grabbed, I immediately thought sex slave trade. He made it clear that I was too old and used up to get money for sex. He explained that he had a client who desired a woman like me for something far more nefarious. When his client made his presence known, he was wearing an executioner’s outfit. Full leather mask obscured his face. He was holding some ancient axe. Snuff sex was eminent. He wanted me to beg. It was some sick game to him. I have been in many bad situations. Perhaps this was just a sick fantasy designed to scare me. I offered up my body. I thought I could at least make his rape fantasies come true. He didn’t want my body. Well, he didn’t want it for sex. He wanted to dismember me, watch me cry and watch me die. He chopped off my arms first. Blood squirted everywhere. I felt faint. The pain was extreme no matter how hard I tried to use mind control to subdue it. Next came my legs. I was a bloody stump, barely breathing when he skull fucked my dying body. The last thing I remembered was swallowing his cum before I took my last breath.
Torturing You Makes My Cunt Wet
I love when men mistake me for a innocent bitch, I am anything but. I don’t not give a fuck about your feelings. I love turning men into my fag bitches, I have this special cane that I use to peg men. I will duct tape your hands behind your back and bend your pig ass over. Spanking your pig ass you will open your own buttcheeks for me. You better not wince or make one pathetic sound that indicates pain. Reach down piggie and make me happy ha as if that is possible. No lube for you ugly fuck, I shove that cane right into your tight asshole and the satisfaction I get knowing your eyes are bugging out of your head. I fuck you hard and start tearing your rectum, I know it hurts but be a good piggie and don’t move just take this pegging as if you love it. I see some blood that means I need to dig deeper. When I get bored of that I cut the tape in half, blindfold you and and make you lick your feces and blood of my cane. If you move I will slap your thighs and balls. I have a couple glasses and throw them down in this velvet bag crushing them with my heels. Sprinkles like on a sundae that are about to be red and sappy, I sprinkle them on the ground and throw your bitch ass on top and make you move boy that sure is cutting up your hands. I see blood all over my floor and little slivers of glass in your hand and you were so good and didn’t even cry. Now lick that blood up, I don’t need my floor a mess!
Suzie Homemaker
I know I look so prim and proper. Just like Suzie Homemaker. But really I am a nasty slut. I like to be brutalized. The harder you pound on me and tear my flesh up. The more I fucking squirt. Pulling out a knife to use on me is like pulling out a dildo for the average slut. Beating the shit out of me is foreplay I fucking love. Are you one of these dirty men who can make my flesh bruise and bleed before you fuck me? Can you strangle me so tight I fucking pass and you don’t stop fucking me? And to wake me up you punch me in the gut and bitch slap me in the face. There is an evil submissive slut lurking beneath this normal look.
Castration Phone Sex: I Will Revoke Your Balls
Castration phone sex is a wicked good time for me. Perhaps, not you so much. Guys seem particularly attached to their balls. Even, small worthless balls are hard to part with. What men don’t understand is that testicles are a privilege. Not every guy deserves them. Sure, you are born with nuts, but if you have proven time and time again, that you don’t know how to use them properly, they should be revoked. Just like if you get too many DUIs, your license is permanently revoked. I revoke balls. Too many men have balls that don’t know how to use them properly. I met Daniel at a Goth bar last week. He was sexually harassing the women there. He called a friend of mine a freak and lots of other far worse names. This fucking loser walked into a Goth bar and started insulting the patrons. That shit didn’t go over well. I don’t put up with trash talking. You don’t like Goths, get the fuck out of our bar. He was drunk and looking for trouble. I am trouble with a capital T. He just had no clue how much trouble he was in. The folks in that bar had my back. I spiked his drink to lessen his strength and two guys lifted him on top of the bar for me. I shoved someone’s panties in his mouth, stripped him naked from the waist down and showed him what happens to disrespectable pricks. The owner of the bar gave me a few things to select from, so I picked the rusty old chainsaw in the back. All my fellow Goths and sadistics were cheering me on. I sawed off his nuts with a rusty chainsaw. He was bleeding all over the bar. Girls got out their lighters and burned the wound shut. He would live, but he was not going to procreate, and he would likely never get laid again because I left a nasty scar. At least he learned a lesson. Don’t come on to my turf and insult me and my friends. I have lots of torture phone sex stories for you as a sick bitch.
Killing on vacation
I am on vacation and while I am loving it, there has been a whole lot of work involved in it too. See, in order to get my perfect victim I had to actually pretend to be nice! Do you know how hard that is for me??? It worked tho, I found a guy that was dumb enough to fall for my charms and agree to get on a boat with me… it was the last mistake he ever made. We went out in the middle of the ocean where no one was around, I convinced him that we should drop anchor and swim in the deep water, well he jumped in first and I pulled up the ladder and just watched him. At first he thought it was a joke, but once he started getting tired of treading water he started begging for me to put the ladder down so he could get back on the boat, I just laughed and threw some chum in the water to attract some sharks. Then I just watched him struggle until the sharks finally just ate him all up! Now all I need to do is delete all the pics he took of me and I will have gotten away with the perfect murder!