Category: Torture sex

Sadistic Roleplay Phone Sex Makes Me Your Bitch

roleplay phone sexI’m no stranger to sadistic roleplay phone sex scenarios. After all, I am a submissive whore and a drug addicted mommy who hooks up with anybody who will give her a fix. And last night I hooked up with Tom, a new guy in my life. Well not new. I’ve known him for years because he’s friends with my husband. However, I did not know this side of him. Tom’s like me. He leads a double life, and nobody appears to be the wiser.

However, until last night, I did not know that Tom likes to kidnap, torture and force fuck soccer moms. He caught me doing a line of cocaine and realized I have some secrets too. And he took the opportunity to blackmail me. He knows my husband too well. Plus, he knows my husband thinks I gave up cocaine for our marriage. I don’t think I can ever give up cocaine. I just became crafty with finding cocaine or earning cocaine money after my husband cut me off from his money.

Fuck My Life. My Husband’s Friend is Blackmailing Me

And I became a taboo phone sex whore to earn coke money. But somewhere along the line, my addiction grew larger than my paycheck. Tom forced me to drive him home. He made up some excuse to my husband. And I don’t know if my husband could see the fear on my face or if he just didn’t care. But I knew once in confinement with Tom things would not go well.

I did not drive him home. I drove him to this little fishing cabin he owns. My husband and him go there often during the winter to ice fish. He ordered me the strip naked and fuck my own holes with my fingers and eventually my fist. And even wanted me to slap my face and my tits until my porcelain white skin turned bright pink. In this little fishing cabin, which appeared the size of my bathroom, he keeps a torture kit.

His kit included handcuffs, a taser, a sounding device, all sorts of sharp objects, rope, and some of the biggest fucking dildos I’ve ever seen in my life. Normally, I don’t mind abuse because it earns me coke money. But I did this for free. Fuck my life. I hate being abused with nothing to show for it.

Men Love to Use Me for Shits and Giggles

For about an hour, he tortured me. And he did it for shits and giggles. I could tell he got drunk on the power. Every time he used that taser on my nipples or my clit, I pissed uncontrollably. And then he would push my head in my piss puddle and force me to lick it up. While my face was buried in the floor, Tom would kick me. But he made sure not to leave any marks on my face that might be hard to explain to my husband.

Eventually, he made me his private ass rape porn star. Fuck what a surprisingly big cock on him. He rammed it into my ass so hard that he pushed in my prolapse. But of course, it came right back out after he nutted. He made sure that I understood he owns me for life now. Fuck my life. Now he’s going to abuse the fuck out of me, and I won’t even get any cocaine out of it.

Cannibalism phone sex is on the menu tonight

Cannibalism phone sex Cannibalism phone sex makes the aroma of succulent flesh waft through the hall and calls to my Master Daddy.

I have hand-selected the finest pieces of meat I could find. He always keeps a handful of little slaves to use, and these two are perfect morsels.

So these are fresh, plump little whores, absolutely delectable!

He likes it when they are ravaged and totally traumatized. He says he loves to taste their fear. So I make sure to beat them to a pulp. I even make them hurt each other because it gives the dish that extra something for the taste buds.

Once the meat is tenderized, I bind them with twine and stuff apples into their mouths. The sound of their muffled whimpers is so cute and pitiful. The salt from their tears also adds to the dish.

They are prepped and ready for the oven. But wait! One more ingredient is absolutely vital to making this a perfect meal. I call my Master Daddy and ask him to glaze the Snuff sex slaves with his delicious cream.

He brutally fucks them both in the asshole and then shoots a massive load all over them. There, perfection! I stick the little bitches in the oven and roast them for about an hour. Master Daddy loves his meat raw and bloody.

When I presented him with his meal, he patted me on the head and told me I was his good girl. I felt so proud and lucky in that moment. I sat by his feet, watching him gobble up their flesh. And when he was done with his dinner, I was the dessert.

 

Torture Sex is the Only Kind of Sex I Enjoy

torture sexTorture sex might be the only kind I enjoy. Although I am a far cry from a virgin, I’m hardly a slut either. I’m very picky about my sexual partners. And I do have a lot of rules. Rules that most girls don’t. But men can never follow my rules. Either they don’t believe me or they don’t think I will follow through. But I always follow through.

Obviously, being a Goth girl and a sadistic bitch makes traditional dating sites useless to me. And I never plan to marry or start a family. But I like to fuck every now and then. And sometimes I get tired of sex toys. So, I look for a good match on the Dark Web. There I can find some chat rooms and meet like-minded men.

So, when Dan and I started talking, he seemed like an equally sick pervert. He understood my rules. Or at least he said he did. They never do. But I keep trying because at least I know I will enjoy the snuff sex experience when I kill my mate. Dan lives an hour away. So, we agreed to meet last night. We went to my Goth bar for some drinks and then back to my place to fuck.

I made my rules clear to him. But as soon as the clothes came off, he started doing all the things I told him not to do. He used pet names for me. But I don’t like to be called honey, sweetheart, baby or any of that sentimental crap.

I’m No Black Widow, Men. But I am a Praying Mantis

In fact, when any man calls me that I want to puke. And then I want to start stabbing and slicing his flesh. I also have a very clear no spooning rule. That’s the kind of shit for a girlfriend not a fuck buddy. Especially not a sadistic fuck buddy like me.

So, Dan not only lost his dick and balls, but he also lost his life. I hide a knife under my mattress for such encounters. Some people call me a black widow, but that doesn’t fit. I’m not marrying these guys and killing them for their money. I’m more like a praying mantis who bites the head off her male lovers after copulation. So, while riding his dick, I reached for my knife that I store under the mattress, and I sliced his balls off while his dick remained inside of me.

He bled all over my sheets. But I did not mind. I love blood. I’m a gore whore. So anytime I can enjoy bloody phone sex I go for it. I hopped off his dick when I sliced his balls off because of course, he went limp. Sort of like cutting the head off a snake. Now, of course I could’ve just left him a no ball wonder, but he deserved to die. He didn’t take me seriously. And he didn’t listen to my rules. I don’t take shit from anyone.

He learned the hard way. And he lost his balls and his life for not paying attention. Of course, I never expect them to pay attention because men think with their little heads. But I go along for the ride because it’s just another excuse at justifiable homicide.

Torture Sex Electrifies Chelsea’s Dripping Cunt

 

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I lay spread-eagled on the cold metal table, wrists and ankles locked in thick cuffs, my naked body already slick with sweat. Sir circled me like a predator, the heavy leather flogger dangling from his fist. My heart hammered. I knew what was coming.

The first strike lashed across my tits, the braided tails biting deep into soft flesh. I screamed, my back arching as fiery pain bloomed. He didn’t stop. The flogger rained down mercilessly—across my belly, my thighs, the tender lips of my cunt. Each blow left angry red welts, my skin swelling and throbbing.

“Please, Sir!” I sobbed, tears streaming down my face.

He laughed, cruel and low. “Beg all you want, slut. This is what your worthless body is for.”

He forced a thick metal speculum into my cunt and cranked it wide open, stretching me brutally until I felt like I would tear. Then the electrodes came. Cold metal clips clamped onto my swollen nipples and clit. The first shock ripped through me like lightning, my whole body convulsing, cunt clenching uselessly around the cold metal. I howled, drool spilling from my lips.

He shocked me again and again, watching my tits bounce and my pussy spasm. When I was shaking and broken, he finally freed his cock and drove it into my stretched, aching hole, fucking me hard while the speculum kept me open. Pain and humiliation flooded every nerve.

“Thank you, Sir,” I whimpered as he used me. “Thank you for hurting me.”

 

Accomplice phone sex with the maid makes a big mess

Accomplice phone sexAccomplice phone sex maid makes sure your mansion’s opulent hallways are soaked with blood, guilt-free. I am loyal to my dear master, that insatiable beast, and I have finally found the perfect plaything for his hard cock.

He’s been craving something to brutalize, to break and defile, and I’ve delivered her right to his awaiting cock.

With a wicked grin spreading across my face, I took that tender little cunt I picked for him and roughly shoved his massive cock inside her bald pussy.

The sound of her virginity being ripped asunder is music to our ears.

Fuck ya! The way she squealed and thrashed, her tiny body wracked with pain and our pleasure, was absolutely divine. I couldn’t help but squirt pussy juices on her stupid little face.

I loved how relentless his cock is, pounding into her with a ferocity that left her pathetically screaming for mercy. But there was no mercy to be had, not when you’re a slut for the likes of him.

The way her bald little cunt clenched around his shaft, and the way her whole body trembled with each brutal thrust, it was the most exquisite display of dominance and submission.

But he needed more. So I swung my blade across her neck, and the little Snuff sex slut convulsed on his cock! He finally spilled his seed deep inside her. I knew our work was beginning.

And the fun didn’t end after her last breath. We disposed of the broken little thing, and I cleaned up the rest of the mess. I couldn’t wait to get my hands dirty, to scrub away the evidence of our twisted games, to keep this den of sin spotless for my master’s next little slutty victim.

Medical Fetish Phone Sex Calls are Rare But So Much Fun

medical fetish phone sexMedical fetish phone sex calls seem rare. But I love them, nonetheless. I get a couple a week but being the accomplice comprises the bulk of my calls. And in a way medical fetish exploration seems like an accomplice job. I help you enjoy a massive orgasm. But I help you enjoy it with a little bit of pain.

And in the case of Stephen, a lot of pain. He told me he considers himself a pain slut. In the past, he hired dominatrixes to explore his submissive pain side. Not all men seem created equally. Some deserve to get all the pussy they want whenever they want. Other men seem to exist for cock and ball torture sex.

As Stephen aged, his dick started to work less. But that happens. Age is our worst enemy. Almost everything becomes more difficult as we age, including orgasms. Stephen wanted to play doctor with me. So, I got out a sounding device, dipped it in Ben Gay and rammed it down his pee hole as I used his balls for stress release. Although I could see tears in his eyes from the pain, he kept an erection. And that’s telling. It tells me a man enjoys the pain I’m inflicting on his junk.

Honestly, medical fetish scenarios turn me on. Mainly because I think about revenge on the men who abused me in my youth like my own father. Cock and ball torture seems like perfect revenge for sexual predators. And with the sounding device deep down in his pee hole, I kicked his balls repeatedly in my stiletto heels. The fucker started to piss all over the floor and showed no remorse or embarrassment for it either. So, I did something rather unexpected.

Medical Fetish Fantasies Often Involve Extreme Cock and Ball Torture

I keep a poker with the letter C on it. It looks like the sort of thing farmers use to brand their sheep and cattle. I use it to brand a man’s balls. Essentially castrating the man. Maybe not literally but figuratively. If it man wants to have sex with a woman, he’s got to explain why there is a C branded on his balls. I left that sounding device in his urethra while I branded his balls with my initial.

His cock stayed hard the entire time. Stephen did not lie to me when he told me he’s a pain slut. But I may have kicked it up a notch when I branded his balls. He should feel lucky I didn’t turn this CBT session into a snuff porn. But I was not mad at Stephen. He did nothing but beg for some cock and ball and medical torture. However, I started thinking about my past and branding all those men who abused me in my youth. I got so carried away that I almost castrated Stephen. You leave that poker on the flesh too long and you eat right through the skin.

He tipped me a large sum for leaving my initial on his balls. Essentially, I made him my slave for life. And ruined his chances of experiencing a normal orgasm or relationship ever again. I extract cum from your balls, one way or another.

Sadistic Phone Sex is Not What James Planned for Our Reunion

sadistic phone sexSadistic phone sex revenge feels so sweet. Sometimes you wait a lifetime for that revenge, but it feels so satisfying. James has been locked in my dungeon cage for a few days now. He waited in total darkness, naked, wondering what he did to deserve this sort of treatment. According to him, he apologized for breaking my heart. But a simple apology does not suffice for breaking my heart, James.

I opened the dungeon door, the light shined behind me, illuminating my body. And I thought about how my life would’ve been different if James admitted his love for me earlier. My pet seemed a little cramped in his cage. Good. He deserves to be a little uncomfortable. But I opened his cage. And I put a chain around his collar so he wouldn’t try to run away.

We walked upstairs and I let him use the restroom. I made a big spread for breakfast and told him that I’m not quite the monster he thinks. I will keep him fed and clean. But I also told him to make no mistake that I would kill him if he tried to escape. James killed the romantic woman in me many years ago.

He appeared weak, so I made sure that he got plenty of food. And I could tell he seemed hesitant to eat the food because he thought I poisoned him again. I told him no need to be suspicious. But he would need energy to survive a busy day worshiping me. I planned on cramming in 30 years of pussy worshiping in one day. James laughed like he thought I might be kidding. Not a chance. The woman he fell in love with no longer existed.

Forty Years is a Long Time to Prepare for Revenge

Again, he begged for forgiveness. Just words. He looked at me with puppy dog eyes, but I knew he could see the fire in my eyes. He tried to claim he always loved me, but all he ever did was turn my love for him into something tawdry. Back then he just wanted to fuck me. He crawled to my feet and started running his fingers up my calves, but I smacked his hand away. He touches me when I tell him he can touch me. I yanked his chain and forced him to stand up.

And I escorted him to my living room. I know he feared I would turn him into a snuff porn star. But I had other plans for him. I ordered him to lie on the floor. Then I lifted my nightgown and sat on his face. “Now you can touch my legs slave,” I told him.

He owes me 40 years of sexual pleasure. As I lowered my pussy on his face, I felt his hands caressing my legs, moving up to spread my thighs and plunge his tongue eagerly into my love garden. He started to roam his tongue up and down my garden. And then I started to grind on his face. Tilted my pelvis, back-and-forth brushing my pussy all over his face.

I would pull myself up and look at glistening face every few minutes. My dream of revenge finally came to fruition. I could feel his hands trembling as they caressed my legs and my hips. Good boy, I told him as he hungrily licked my clit. I began to bounce up and down his cock. And I could feel the blood rushing my clit.

James Now Resides in a Large Dog Cage in My Dungeon

I reached my hands down to his testicles and gave the family jewels a good hard squeeze. He started to yell, but I told him he had better keep licking. And I pumped his balls in rhythmic fashion until he started to lick my pussy faster. A little cock and ball torture helps train a slave like James.

As he started to lick faster, I started to squeeze faster and harder. He wrapped his lips around my little cherry, swirling his tongue back-and-forth until my witness dripped on his chin. I could feel myself starting to cream on his face. And he just started licking faster until my entire body shook. All I could do was put my entire weight down on his face and grind harder.

My thighs squeezed his head as I rocked back-and-forth until I orgasm all over his face. My juices flowed like a burst damn all over his tongue and face. And of course, I ordered him to lick it all up. I told him if he still wanted to make me cum 40 years later, he better lick like his life depended on it. Because it did. The moment James can no longer make me orgasm is the moment he takes his last breath.

I Turned James into My Human Sized Dildo

As I came on his face, I noticed his erect cock, so I smacked it. And I smacked it hard too, but he stayed erect as my juices flooded his face. Something in him changed when he made me cum. And I think he suddenly realized it’s not that bad being my slave. I turned him into a human dildo. And I made sure he knew I owned him for life. I squeezed his balls again and decided he needed to make me orgasm again. Of course, squeezing a man’s balls means you control the narrative. And James finally realized I was in control.

My husband never eats pussy, but James seems like a natural. He wanted my juices cascading all over his face again. He finally got his woman, but he got her on my terms, not his. Begged to be my romantic partner, but he killed the romance in me 40 years ago. Even though Air Supply played in the background, I continued to deprive him of oxygen with my cunt. And I could feel my sticky juices begin to flow again.

And I unleashed a second floodgate on his face. He trapped my kitty by holding me down on his face as he swirled around my clit making me explode again like a nuclear bomb. So, I started to rock back-and-forth with more force and squeeze the side of his head until I came. He started calling me mistress and professing his love for me as I climaxed on his face, turning him into a glazed doughnut of love.

Heartbreak Can Turn a Woman’s Heart to Stone

He could barely breathe as my juices covered his face. I collapsed on top of his head. That cock still looked erect. He could’ve been my romantic partner so many years ago. But when you snooze you lose. He told me he wanted me forever. That he wanted to be my willing slave. But all I could think about was revenge and cock and ball torture sex. I dug my long fingernails into his balls and watched him jerk his body from the pain. I found myself getting drunk on his pain, so I dug them in deeper.

So, I hovered my pussy over his cock as I continued to squeeze his balls. And then I teased my own pussy lips with his erect soldier. When he grabbed my tits, I slapped his dick some more. I suddenly realized James likes a little bit of pain. Maybe he became a masochist from beating himself up for letting me go. I became a sadist once I realized James would never be mine.

His hands began to roam my body. And I just started squeezing the head of his dick as I shoved it up my cunt. He watched his cock disappeared into my womanhood. My juices began to cascade down his shaft. I reached my hand behind my back so I could squeeze his balls some more. The harder I squeezed the more pleasure James felt.

And I started to move faster up his shaft while letting his hands play with my tits. His love stick would glisten with my love juice. But I did not make love to James. I fucked James. On my terms. I used James as my human dildo.

Every Woman Plots Revenge Against the Men Who Wronged Them

When he felt my legs trembling, he knew that I would cum again quickly. And I moaned from the pleasure. His cock belongs to me as well as his body. I started convulsing on his cock as I took sexual pleasure from him. And I think I came 4 times and he had not cum once yet. Seemed fair.

The more I squeezed his testicles the wetter my cunt felt. James knew we were not making love. We were force fucking. I had him tied up on my living room floor, using him for my pleasure. I could feel his cock growing super hard inside of me. And I could even see it slip in and out of my wet pussy. It started to turn colors, blue and purple as his excitement grew. With my hands still on his balls, I knew they wanted to burst.

He found me on LinkedIn and that gave him hope. Hope that I exploited and took advantage of. He fell into my web. I knew he’d come looking for me one day. But I hoped it could have been sooner. James will grow to need my sexy body and my cold heart. He’s nothing more now than my human sex toy.

I came again with such intensity that I rolled over onto the floor. I gushed like a geyser all over his soldier. He begged to cum. But my pussy would not be his cum dumpster. I let him stroke his cock, but then I changed my mind. He did not deserve a fulfilling orgasm. No man breaks my heart and enjoys pleasurable orgasms.

No Slave Gets to Enjoy a Pleasurable Orgasm

So, I milked his prostate. I slid my finger into his ass while squeezing his nuts. And I found that magic spot because his cock leaked like a broken faucet. I mixed pleasure and pain as I forced the cum out of him. And I pumped his testicles like stress balls. I could feel his body shake as I forced the man juice out of his dick. He came with such intensity that I thought his cum might land on the ceiling instead of his stomach.

I rubbed some into his chest as he panted hard. Then I licked it off my fingers. A few more squeezes to the head of his soldier, and then I returned him to his cage. But I let him clean that jizz off his chest, use the restroom and grab a snack beforehand.

When he emerged from the bathroom, he kissed my feet. I made him a grilled cheese sandwich and some soup. And I told him to stay fed and hydrated to keep up with me. This is his life now. In a cage, in my basement, only being brought up when I feel horny. James is here to worship me for eternity now. And he will devote the rest of his life to taking care of my needs.

Back in his cage, he went. I knew I would be back later to use my human dildo again. I put a big padlock on the cage and tucked the key into my bra. I laughed sadistically, knowing he would never return home. I think I broke him. And I think he’s ready for a life of servitude to the woman he crushed 40 some years ago. It’s never too late to extract revenge.

Roleplay Phone Sex Leaves Mommy Bruised, Battered and Barely Moving

roleplay phone sexAlthough this submissive mommy enjoys roleplay phone sex, my life seems like a far cry from a fantasy roleplay. My baby boy loves to beat me beautiful for his live streaming audience. Although sometimes we do pretend that I’m more of an 80s mommy with big hair and red lips, the abuse I take feels very real.

But we have an agreement. He beats me beautiful for his live streaming audience, and I remain on the cocaine diet for life. Keeps me skinny. And in the long run, maybe cheaper than any of those weight loss shots. At this point, I’ve got skinny little bird legs, a huge thigh, gap and big bimbo boobs. When he arrived, he immediately pushed my face in the coke bowl. And you know me, I started snorting wildly because I knew the abuse would start soon. I am my boy’s, punching bag, flesh light, cum dumpster, and urinal.

When he pulled my head out of the bowl of cocaine, I looked like a geisha version of Tammy Faye. My face white from the cocaine, but you could still see my pancake makeup coming through. Perhaps to many I looked like a clown. But my son loves my clown makeup. He shoved his entire cock and balls in my mouth, and I immediately started to choke and gag. I teetered on my high heels as I squatted in front of him to suck his cock. A few punches to the sides of my face and I fell over.

My Son Punches Me and the Tips Roll In

But my boy yanked me back up and dick slapped me. I saw the bench. It’s the kind of contraption where a son can explore his rape phone sex fantasies for his mother without her putting up much of a fight. Although he does bust my face up, he leaves my nose alone so I can continue to snort.

He put the bowl of cocaine right under the bench so that my head could reach it. I continued to snort from the bowl as he tied me to the bench. He always thinks I’m a contortionist. When he put his fingers up my ass, I knew what would come next. He literally pulled my prolapsed out. He calls it his flesh light.

I heard the dings from the tips roll in. Our fan base loves it when he turns my prolapsed asshole into a fuck tube. He grabbed my hips and began to slam his cock into my prolapsed asshole while he punched the back of my head. He punched my rectum with his cock while punching the back of my head and my kidneys too. And he managed to get a few punches to my ribs, and we both felt them crack. But I take my boy’s abuse. In fact, he always points out that it makes my cunt wet.

My Son Beats Me Beautiful and His Audience Goes Crazy

The more he punched me and the harder he fucked me, the more chimes we heard. Once he stopped fucking my prolapsed asshole he came around and put his cock in my mouth for me to clean. He choked me while his cock slammed in and out of my throat. Plus, he continued to beat me beautiful by punching the sides of my cheeks. Ouch. At least I had a big bowl of cocaine to sniff periodically. My son joked that mommy does not need those bimbo injections because when he punches my face, I balloon up and nobody sees any wrinkles.

I still get duck lips though. My son loves the bimbo look. So, when he punches my face, my lips just swell up more and he jokes that I look like a MAGA influencer. Of course, I forgot to take my teeth out, so he punched them out for me. And I watched my teeth fly across the room. My son is a sadistic phone sex fuck. If his cock goes limp, he beats me more. Beating his mommy beautiful works better than Viagra for getting a limp dick hard again.

One of These Days, My Son Might Kill Me

At one point, I passed out from strangulation. And when I woke up, I discovered him pissing down my throat and punching my cheeks at the same time. This felt rough. Although I could snort some of the best cocaine on the planet, it did not dull all my pain. But I told myself to feel lucky. This seemed like a much less violent session with my boy than normal.

At least he didn’t throw me across the room until my skull broke the wall. Silver lining, I guess. But my boy needs to have back surgery and will be out of commission for a while. So, I guess that gives my bones time to heal. However, it scares me too. Because I know once my son recovers, he will light me up like the sky on Fourth of July. And I may not recover from that.

Scat Torture sex: The ultimate degradation

Torture sex with the one I serve is always changing. He gets all sorts of ideas that one-up the last. He knows I am a loyal slave. I don’t complain or whine about it; I go through it. And recently, he said I am too desensitized. And that I don’t suffer enough. So he made me meet his friend and his friend’s teen daughter.Torture sex

She was a young little thing with an evil look in her eyes. They were a Daddy-and-Daughter couple, and she was always hanging on his arm. They wanted to make a special video, and she was the star.

From how everything unfolded, I am really wondering if this was her idea the whole time. I had to play the role of the toilet.

Her Daddy’s dick was so massive, I was a little shocked she got it in her asshole.

It only took a couple of pumps, and then he pulled it out, and a fire hydrant of shit blasted out of her.

All this shit poured into my mouth and on my face.

I started dry heaving immediately, and they were all laughing at me. She was the worst of them all. She gave me the nickname Shit pig. She rubbed her shit in my eyes and spat in my face over and over again. And then her Daddy brought out the paddle.

The little Teen rape porn star stood over my head and unleashed another thick, vile torrent of shit on top of my head as her Daddy paddled my ass. I lost control of all my muscles and made a mess of things. I must have been dosed with laxatives because it was like an explosion. It got all over the paddle and on her Daddy.

They both laughed and degraded Shit pig, and then he stuck his big cock up my ass. It hurt so bad, especially after all that paddling. When he was fucking me, I could see how jealous it made that little bitch. I swear I thought she was going to kill me. But luckily, she just kicked me in the face, giving me a bloody nose, after he put a load in me.

 

 

 

 

 

Strangulation Phone Sex is Irresistibly The Best Pleasures

Strangulation Phone Sex is exciting for the giver… as well as the receiver. In fact, a little Erotic Asphyxiation is a great pleasure for me.
I’m Geneva, and I am a bit of a pain slut. In fact, the biggest turn on is being fucked and strangled. So coming across a wanted ad for a star who loves it rough caught my attention. Surely the ad mentioned this was a special kind of film called snuff, and starring slut is truly getting all of the attention. I couldn’t help but imagine how intense that could be. Oh, but did I ever find out!
So there I was, stumbling into the dark entrance of an old Theatre. Then, as soon as I stepped through the velvet curtains, the light was strong and glaring.
The glare hits me like a physical force, making me squint and raise a hand to shield my eyes. For a moment, I’m disoriented, caught between the dim, dusty corridor I’d just left . Then this blinding spotlight that seems to bore right through me.
But I don’t step back. That’s not why I’m here.

Strangulation Phone Sex is Irresistible

As my eyes adjust, I make out shapes in the darkness beyond the light. Seats. Rows and rows of empty velvet seats, leading up to a stage where I’m standing. And somewhere in that darkness, watching me, is the person who placed that ad.
“I saw your posting,” I call out, my voice echoing slightly in the cavernous space. My heart is hammering, but not from fear. From anticipation. “Said you were looking for a star who could handle… intense material. Someone who wasn’t afraid of the edge.”
So, I let my coat slip from my shoulders, letting it fall to the dusty stage floor. Underneath, I’m wearing a simple black dress that hugs my curves, cut low enough to show the swell of my tits. No bra. I wanted to make a good impression.
“I’ve done a lot of things on camera,” I continue, stepping closer to the edge of the stage, peering into the darkness. “Bondage. Impact play. Breath play, even. But your ad mentioned something… more. Something permanent.”
A slow smile spreads across my face as I reach up and undo the top two buttons of my dress, letting it gape open.
“I want to know what that feels like. To be so completely at someone’s mercy that there’s no coming back from it. To give everything I have to the camera, to the audience… to you.”
I tilt my head, letting the spotlight catch my throat, baring it to whoever’s watching.
“So why don’t you come out of the shadows? Let’s talk about what you have in mind. I promise you… I can take it.”
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