I have decades experience being the torture sex victim. Now, I get to do the torturing. Never thought I would enjoy the role of the sadistic, but being a switch is so much fun. I hooked up with this guy I met at a fetish club the other night. He presented himself as a man with a huge cock, but when we got a private room, I soon discovered that was a lie. I have no clue in what universe he thought 3 inches hard was a big cock. I decided to torture his genitals. This man thought he was going to dominate me with his cock. But he had no cock to dominate me with. He had a clit. I was not letting a man with a clit stick dominate me. I was not stronger than him, but I had on some high heels. The kind of heels that I had on could rupture a testicle. I kicked him in the balls. This was a BDSM club and CBT is part of the BDSM world. I brought him too his knees quickly. Once he was down, I had him in my control. A few more swift kicks and he was wishing he was in a snuff porn because that would be death. Women like me know how to inflict pain. I was a victim too long to loser men. I did not know better then because it was how I was raised. Years of being in the BDSM world has taught me a thing or two. Now, I am only submissive to real men. That means if you have a cock I can feel, I might be your slave. But if you have a pinky finger between your legs and try to dominate me, I will crush your balls, fuck your ass with my stiletto heal and toss in some castration phone sex for fun. That shrimp dick loser will think twice before trying to dominate a woman with something so small again.
Category: Torture phone sex
Killer Babysitter phone sex
Her blood tasted so good off the blade of that knife… What’s that good old saying? “Boys only want love if its torture..” I guess that’s why my boyfriend is totally obsessed with me! He (had) a daughter but my impulses and narcissistic ways did not let that last long! I just wanted him all to myself.. You know, the good old honeymoon faze.. When you fall head over heels for someone… I tend to get attached pretty quickly followed by detaching as quickly as I, attached. He just, always paid her so much attention and I wanted the attention he would give her.. It was intentional, her ‘nightmares’ and barging into our room late at night to lay between us.
She was the fucking Jealous one!
He left for work one morning and that’s when I tortured her! I wrapped a rope around her neck and yanked it tighter and tighter while I had a fuck machine buried inside her pussy. When I was younger my brother used to use this site to watch Snuff porn and overtime I subscribed and started creating Snuff movies of my own.. Eventually I killed her on camera.. I rammed a sword into her pussy and fucked her cunt bloody.. She began choking up blood and passed away on live.. So many men out there still enjoy that video till this day.
I pretended we had gotten robbed and she got bagged in the process.. I secretly had her body decomposing in the walls of our home.. Nobody ever found out, I killed her. It rotted for so long; when I went in there to finally have out with her body, her bones just fell to ash! Well anyway, he never left me.. I regularly beat the shit out of him and force him into submission… I guess he enjoys having Torture sex with me or then again doesn’t have much of a choice. He’s just another bozo added to my collection! He’s next >:D
My Brother’s Dark Side…
It seems like a lifetime ago when my brother and I were close, now he treats me like a sex object, just like daddy. Before daddy started using me as his whore my brother was my best friend, we did everything together. We would tell each other everything and we both feared daddy’s mean ways, that is until I hit puberty. Things changes when he saw daddy fucking me in my bed one night, it’s like something clicked for him triggering his dark urges. He started coming to my room at night, at first, I thought he wanted to be nice to me like we had been but then he forced me to suck his cock. I cried the whole time he abused me, that only made him like it more… as he fucked my face making me puke all over his hard dick, I realized then that my brother had a dark side just like daddy and I wasn’t safe from either of them.
Evil phone sex: Bad Girl Pays For Sins
Sometimes I try to be a good girl during evil phone sex. Being a good girl means going to church like my grandma always taught me. There is Sunday school, morning service, and bible classes and if one needs to atone for their sins there is always the front altar during Sunday service. The pastor at my local Christian denomination is always eager to save little sluts like me. I have been many times. Crying, taken by the spirit of the lord’s forgiveness. This week, however, the guest pastor seemed to have a different twinkle in his eyes. A glimmer of something I was very used to and hoping was true, sadism.
So when called to the front to atone for my sins I did so with the hope I would catch the attention of this new specimen. Acting that would earn me an oscar I pleaded with the man to help me earn the Lord’s forgiveness. I whimpered and cried out that he would never forgive me for doing things I could not speak of in front of the church. This earned me a one-way ticket to his holy office, just the two of us, after the sermon.
Once in his office, I began to tell tails of the p-adventure I had been on and how much I loved taking tiny cunts and showing them the joys of sexual abuse like I had endured. He was shocked by the words that were coming from my mouth. He opened a large wardrobe to expose the tools of corporal punishment he would be using on me. He bent me over his desk tearing my skirt down and exposing my perfect tight ass. He began whipping me. I could feel the welts rising up on my ass.
I continued to tell him about my misdeeds. His intensity grew and with that the moisture of my hungry pussy for a pounding cock. With every whip, I felt welts and blood begin to dribble slowly down my skin. Then my ass was ripped wide, a cry leaving my lips at the sudden intense pain being sent through my body. He was forcing himself inside of my tight ass hole as punishment. Punishment for my wrongdoings against others and for forcing him to be immodest with his own boner. He couldn’t hold back.
He reached around in front of me and put the handle of the whip across my throat pulling on either side like a horse bridle. Deep into me, he penetrated, ripping my dry ass hole with every pound. I choked, struggling to breathe against the pull of his strength till he came deep inside of me. I wasn’t done yet, made to clean every last drop of shit I left on his dirty dick. I had atoned for my sins, now it was time to start all over again.
Domination Phone Sex Gets Me in the Most Humiliating Situations
Sometimes, I need domination phone sex. I think I am obedient, especially when I know coke is on the line, but not all women are as obedient as me. And not many women are as desperate as me for coke either. I have been a submissive woman for ions. As I got older, and developed a love for cocaine, I became even more submissive. That is because I need coke. Why pay for coke when I can fuck for coke instead. This one female dealer I see is the worst of them all. She always thinks I am unruly, even when I am down on my knees licking her dirty asshole. I made the mistake of snapping at her when she said she was going to shit on my tits. I hate scat play. It is so nasty and humiliating. But telling her no, was not a good idea. She decided to shit in my mouth instead. I guess I should feel grateful that the taboo phone sex bitch did not kill me. Women are the worst to deal with because they are often crazy, mean and unpredictable. She sat on my face, and I could not breathe. My mouth was full of her nasty shit. I was doing everything I could to not puke. I am never a willing shit eater. Gross. I was desperate for coke though. I blew through my stash because of the holidays. My regular dealer was out of town, so shit eating for coke was my only option. I swallowed her nasty shit and rimmed her dirty ass all for some coke. She gave new meaning to ass rape porn. I guess I am a desperate bitch when it comes to coke. I will do anything a guy or woman wants to get a fix. I have no shame anymore. Perhaps, when it comes to coke, I never did.
Snuff phone sex slut Stephanie
I can’t get that last snuff phone sex call out of my head! My cunt is soaked and won’t stop gushing every time I think about it! It was so fucking hot the way that guy wanted me to torture his slutty, little sister with him. He kept catching her sneaking out to meet up with older guys and wanted to teach her a lesson. We talked about how I could hide outside her window and wait for her to sneak out late at night. I could grab her from behind and drag her into the van that’s waiting down the street. I would make her hold firecrackers in her mouth and hold them between her teeth until they explode. Once I blow all of her teeth out and her tongue is a burnt, bloody nub, that pretty, little mouth would be ready for her brother’s hard dick! I still can’t stop finger fucking my cunt and fantasizing about helping him torture and force fuck his sister! Hit me up so we can either have more fun talking about torturing that little slut together or you can give me something ever hotter to fantasize about!
Sadistic phone sex: Choke me out and cut my tits
Sometimes I scare boys away with how hardcore my fantasies can be. I try not to surround myself with so many pussies usually. Sometimes a guy seems to start as a pussy, however, and then finds out like I once did that they absolutely love the gruesome hardcore snuff play that I have to offer. Therefore, I venture into the land of vanilla bean lame-os every once in a while just hoping I might get that virginal masochistic dream boy and I can pop his torment cherry.
Last weekend that is precisely what happened. I went to a family event and hung out with a mix of my cousins and their lame-ass friends. However, that is when I met him. He seemed quiet and shy. That is a telltale sign because the shy ones really go the hardest. I fed him drink after drink till he was wasted enough that I knew no inhibition would stand in his way. I directed him to a spare room and we began making out. I brought his hand to my throat and begged him to choke me.
Shocked he removed his hand and stepped back. I began to probe him. Telling him he was a pussy and a real man would slap, choke and cut me just like I craved. I laughed and snickered as I watched his face contort the more I made fun of him. He warned me that I better shut the fuck up or I was going to get it. Of course, that is actually what I wanted. Finally, he snapped. He pulled a pocket knife from his pocket and opened it with one hand.
My clit began to throb. My body was beginning to react to his sudden display of enraged masculine strength. However, I knew I needed to troll him a little more. I let out a little snicker making fun of the lack of length in his knife and that is all it took. He sliced across my tits blood dripping across my white shirt. With his free hand, he grabbed my throat hard and shoved his lips against mine. We fucked with my blood covering the two of us, him even stuffing his cock in my ass even though I said no. He had work to do still, but he would be a good masochist to fuck in the future.
When Daddy Started Using Me!
Before my mom died daddy loved me the most, I was his very special sweet girl. When mom died from cancer that all changed; I was no longer daddy’s pride and joy, I was his bimbo fuck toy. Daddy started treating me like he hated me, he made me and my brother afraid with his drunken anger. Then one night he came into my room and slapped me awake, daddy told me to open my whore mouth and take his cock. I knew it was wrong but I loved daddy so much I did it anyway, just hoping he would leave me alone. I sucked timidly as he forced my head down so hard that I choked and spat all over his cock. Daddy was really excited the first time he abused me; he came hard in his sweet little girl’s mouth. I spat it everywhere and daddy gave me a black eye so I had to stay home from school for a week.
Home Invasion Phone Sex
Home invasion phone sex turns me on! I imagine you breaking into my home while I’m alone in my bedroom, legs spread eagle as I masturbate. My vibrator is buzzing and the porn I’m watching is loud and I’m too into fucking myself to notice you at the door, watching me. You charge inside, and pounce on me, grabbing me by the hair and telling me not to scream while you hold a knife to my throat. I obey as you take a finger and start rubbing my wet cunt. I’m still aroused, so I writhe and moan a little at your touch. Your hard cock is practically bursting out of your pants and you tell me to take it out and suck it. I hesitate and you grab my hair harder and threaten me. It’s a massive 14″ and thick in diameter; way to big for me to take. I start kissing your balls, then work my way up your shaft to the tip of your cock. I slide you into my mouth hesitantly, but you–impatient–shove your cock in my throat, making me gag. You throat fuck me violently, calling me a filthy whore as I spit up on your dick, making you fuck my throat harder. You pull out of my mouth and pounce on me, violently shoving your oversized cock in my pussy, making me take it. I scream in pain, it hurts so badly and you’re bottoming out in me! My screams arouse you even more and you fuck me even harder, tearing my labia and making me bleed. You bite my breast, completely taking off a nipple and spit it back in my face before turning me over to force yourself into my ass as I try and fight you off. I cry as you split me open and beg you to stop…but you don’t stop until my gaping whole is filled with blood and your cum, which you make me suck off your cock. You threaten me not to tell because you know where I live and promise that you’ll be back night after night to take my ass and pussy again. I’m secretly delighted, almost as much as I am terrified.
Torture phone sex: Taking me for a test drive…
I’ve always been so afraid when my Master tells me I’m going to be training with a new torture phone sex Dominant. Some of them can be super intense and mean while others say they are mean and are just like cuddly teddy bears. It’s weird, but I’ve had both types. I even have a few residual scars and marks from one of them. He was the most extreme, his thing was knives and branding. I love being marked like a dirty little whore for the whole world to see, but the searing hot iron that gets placed to your flesh is pretty hard to deal with. It’s definitely used as a torture tool. I will now forever have “Slut” branded across my right ass cheek for quite some time.


















