Torture sex was on his mind. I didn’t know him. He came into the BDSM club I was working at the other night. I moonlight at the front desk a few nights a week. He was not interested in one of our female patrons. He wanted me. I told him I couldn’t leave the front desk unattended. He was not happy to hear that. He made a few calls and the next thing I knew I was being relived by the owner of the club. This guy was a big spender, or I never would have been allowed to go with him. That scared me. Men with that kind of money will do anything to a woman, especially a submissive taboo phone sex slut like me. I had no choice. I could lose my job if I didn’t entertain this man. I went with him into the basement. That was the choice dungeon of the most wicked patrons. I almost pissed myself. I tried to keep my composure but when I saw the room, I panicked. I tried to run, but he slammed my head against the wall. I passed out. When I woke up, I was suspended over a free-standing rack. He lowered me onto it. The racked rolled, kneading my flesh hard. It was painful. Something sharp was on the rollers cutting and tearing my flesh. He attached electrodes to my body so he could shock me. He put a tube down my throat to restrict my breathing. Well, that is what I thought. It was to choke me on cum on piss. He had a pitcher full or urine and cum that he poured down my throat. I was choking and gagging. I threw-up and swallowed it right back. I was tortured for hours. Then just like that he left, and my boss released me. I still don’t know who was that rich and that sadistic to torture me at work like that. Was it you?
