Kidnapping Phone Sex Fantasy

kidnapping phone sexIt is not just a kidnapping phone sex fantasy.  It happened. I was jogging in my gated community. I hate jogging but I was keeping up the pretense that I am a normal soccer mom. They all jog around here. I just want to look normal so no discovers all my dirty little secrets. In daylight, a mini van pulled up alongside of me and a man jumped out. I was shoved into the back of the van and drugged. I woke up chained and naked. I was in a dungeon. It was cold. I had no blankets; no food; no toilet. I did not even have a bucket to piss in. There was a bowl on the floor, but it was not full of water. It was full of cum. I was scared and I was unsure what was going on. Was I a sex slave? Was I kidnapped for snuff porn? Soon, I knew my purpose. A man came downstairs and told me he had been paid to kidnap and torture me. He would not tell me by who. I asked if it was a drug dealer I owed money to? Was it my stepson who hated me? Then it dawned on me. Any dealer I know would kill me himself. Same for my stepson. This had to be someone who was too squeamish. Some one like my husband. Maybe I had embarrassed him one too many times. Maybe I had not been as clever at hiding my addiction. Maybe he did not appreciate me fucking our boys. My tormentor would not tell me even though I was pleading to know as he cut my flesh and pissed in my wounds. For hours he tortured me. For days, I lived on nothing but cum. Then I was suddenly released. Naked and afraid and still clueless about who had me kidnapped and tortured.

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