I thought we were both having fun. We had victims galore, young clueless girls who didn’t know that not all strangers were helpful and nice. They saw that I was young like them and didn’t have any reservations when I wanted to take them to a secondary location. Once we got them inside, it was over for them. We tied them up or let them run around the house. No matter what, you always ended up skinning one of them and stabbing them to death. When you would let me, I would stun them and slice their throats so they can bleed out like a pig. Now that we haven’t had any good catches lately, you have been moving your gaze towards me. You don’t care that I was your lead to find young girls. You have an urge and you need to fulfill it. That’s why I’m in the chair where I have tied countless girls before, scared to see whether you will skin my face or my tits first.
Tag: Bondage phone sex
Bondage Phone Sex Can Get Kinky and Painful with Me
Bondage phone sex can get kinky with me. I am a submissive milf and a druggy whore. When I saw what this dude was paying for a few hours of bondage, I jumped at the chance to be his model. I know better. It is not that I do not think about the possible consequences. It is that my need for coke supersedes all reason. I called the number in the ad, and I was on a set an hour later. I have done a lot of bondage porn in my life. I figured I’d be tied up uncomfortably for a few hours, but I would have money for coke. I am a taboo phone sex whore. Bondage is not even close to the worst thing I have done for coke. I showed up at the warehouse and heard screams. That should have been my red flag, but I assumed someone was making a snuff movie. Turned out this was some Hostel fucking shit. Have you ever seen that film? Folks with money pay to explore their perversions on folks without money. For the right price, you can buy whatever you want, even another human being. I was ushered into a room where I waited what seemed like an eternity for some masked man to enter. Now, I was saying, “Oh, shit.” This man did not pay for bondage. He paid for snuff and torture. I was just the product that was bought and sold. I was tied to a spreader bar with a ball gag in my mouth while some psychopath in a mask practiced his torture sex techniques on me. He pulled my finger and toe nails off with pliers. He fucked my pee hole. He shoved a baseball bat up my ass. He burned my flesh with a cigarette. He put bleach in my asshole. The money was not worth the pain. It never is yet I keep doing stupid shit to get high. When will I ever learn?
Your Bitch ass is mine!
On your knees
I want you on your knees, Begging and pleading for my permission to touch that pathetic, leaky cock. You did this to yourself, you called me for Domination phone sex, and now you have to live with the consequences of your sluttiness.
I own that man Pussy.
I plan on exploring every part of your body, you belong to me and I will absolutely use you for my pleasure and for my amusement. This is a no holes barred situation so don’t even think about trying to wiggle away while I play with your man pussy.
Let the using commence.
I may decide to tie you up, spank you, Beat you with a cane. It really all depends on my mood de jour. I have been known to be a bit Bi polar lol. There is one thing that I know for sure and that is that no matter how hard I use you, You will come back for more.
Bondage phone sex makes the highest bidder excited
I want to be tied up in some hardcore bondage phone sex. I only serve one purpose and that’s to satisfy my master, he loves it when I play victim to his sadistic mind games and am under his complete control. My body is here for him to use and abuse it as he pleases. My master will sell me to you, for a fair price if you need a sex slave. I am sold to the highest bidder, and you can do whatever you like with me for a full night. You look at my hot sexy body and you know exactly what you want to do with me. You decide you want some strangulation phone sex. I am tied down with some rope and a ball gag in my mouth, waiting for you to give me your worst. You invite your friends over and you have all of them fucking me, showing off your shiny new you. I take a huge cock down my throat, and you hold my nose closed as I am being face fucked and you put your hands around my neck and squeeze while laughing at me. I try to protest, but you don’t let go. You see my face go from red to purple to blue before you decide to let go. Your friend pulls his cock out of my mouth as I gasp for air. You start to record me with my ass in the air so you can use it for a good fucking along with some snuff porn. You tie me up and keep me held down. My ass is savagely fucked from behind and you put your hands over my mouth so no one can hear my screams as you shove the camera in my face and tell me to smile.
Bondage Phone Sex Can Get Extreme with Me By Your Side
Bondage phone sex can be fun and extreme, especially if I am your accomplice. I have a client who loves to tie up little girls and break them. He is a sadist when it comes to little girls. I used to feel baldly about it. But now I know that there are just too many brats in the world. And this is population control. Not all his victims die, but most do. He is the kind of man I jump through hoops to please so I do not end up his victim. He called me up earlier in the week with a request for a victim. He gave me an age range and body type he wanted, the rest did not matter. He wanted no tits, a bubble butt to fuck and a large thigh gap. He wanted a skinny, innocent schoolgirl to tie up and explore his rape phone sex fantasies. I gave him just that too.
He was pleased with the girl I kidnapped for him. That was a relief. I disappointed him once and he beat me so hard I could barely move the next day. I was not making that mistake again. He tortured this girl after he fucked her. He came in her ass and cunt, then the games began. He fisted her holes. He carved her nipples off. He sliced her clit and labia lips off too. I was cringing myself watching. I knew it could just as easily be me he was doing this too. This little girl cried and screamed until the pain of the torture sex was just too much to bear. It was hard to watch him mutilate such a young little girl. But he is sadist and a P man. I am an accomplice, so I watched nervously as he butchered that girl. I know my place. I felt for her, but at least it was not me.
Rape phone sex fantasies
I bet you look at me and all kinds of rape phone sex fantasies come into your mind. I crave pain, it makes my pussy so wet. I bet you enjoy inflicting pain on woman like me. Woman who looks and acts like a sexy whore for you to inflict pain on for your pleasure and my enjoyment. I’m your torture sex whore. I bet you have a lot of frustration all pent up inside. You would like to punish and torture me, your bitchy ass girlfriend. You have my hands tied up over that huge block, all bound not able to even wiggle out of my restraints and a ball gag in my mouth. You take a knife and make a tiny cut over my ample tits and lick the blood off of the blade. You’re rock hard. You look me in my eyes as I look back, knowing I’m terrified but my pussy is still wet. “I’m going to rape your cunt and all of your holes, and so are a couple of my friends. You resist and that’s the end of you,” you say. I moan in my gag in alarm, but it’s no use. You have decided that I am going to help you make some gangbang rape porn. You are going to title the video ass rape porn. You and your friends are going to rape my ass. Men are really going to love this snuff porn; you think to yourself as you start to fist my pussy. You put your fist deep inside my while the other men are stroking their cock and watching. My eyes are wide, looking at their huge cocks. You fist pops right into my cunt and I scream into my gag in pain, but you don’t care. “It’s time for our fun to begin….”
Bondage Phone Sex for Cock and Coke Gets Brutal
Bondage phone sex always gets kinky with me. This guy who likes to tie me up in exchange for coke, gets kinkier every encounter we have. I love bondage, but even for a BDSM whore, it can go too far. Tony is a drug dealer. He is a rouge one, not tied to any cartel, but he likes to tie up women. I think he does as much blow as he gives. But his blow always requires some pain. He tied me up in a way that I did not think I would ever be able to get out of. I was strung up, suspended in air like a marionette puppet. My arms and legs dangling uncomfortably. He had a cattle prod that he kept zapping me with to watch my limbs move. When he shoved it up my ass, my entire body jumped. It made me piss too. He basked in my golden nectar though. As my piss sprayed his face, he began smacking me with his leather belt. I yelped in pain. He was doing coke, taunting me. I am a taboo phone sex slut, but I can only go so far sober. I needed coke if he was going to whip me like that. I begged for a bump, but he was not interested in getting me coked up until after he had his sadistic fun. He is a different guy when coked up. But then I am different woman when high too. I could not move. I felt the rope digging into my flesh every time he shocked me. My body would jerk and the ropes would cut my flesh with my involuntary movements. Tony was naked with a hard cock ready for me to beg for cock and coke, and in that order too. I begged to be his ass rape porn star not because I wanted his cock up my ass, but because I wanted that coke and that was the only way to get it. The things I endure for coke. Now, I must explain these ligature marks to my husband.
Dizzy Slut Tortured and Given the Electric Chair
These restraints are too tight. You tie me up to a chair with some rope while I have hand and foot restraints. I am begging for you to let me go. You see me struggling and laugh, your cock getting harder with every jiggle of my tits. I am helpless and you know it too. You leave the room and come back with electric nodes to place on my body. I try to get away, but my efforts are pointless. You place them on my nipples, increasing the intensity every 10 seconds. I scream, I cry and I beg for mercy but you have no compassion. By the time you are done, my nipples are fried off of my tits. This gets you even harder in preparation for what you are about to do to me. Tears are streaming down my face at the loss of my nipples, unaware that I am tied to an electric chair. You pull the switch and watch me convulse until I perish. Sluts like me don’t need nipples in hell.
Babysitter Forcefully Fucked By Her Customer
I’m just your sexy teen babysitter who came to watch your two youngsters. Why am I now tied up in your basement? One second, I was tucking your kids into bed. You told me that you had the money to pay me but I needed to follow you and help you find your wallet in the basement. I’m such a stupid slut! Now you have me tied up and I can’t stop you from having your way with me. You gag me with a sock and it seems you have been thinking about this for a long time. I try to run away but you catch me quickly, turn me around, and pull down my pants so you can forcefully fuck my ass. I didn’t want to lose my ass virginity like this. It hurts so much, your cock feels so tight inside my little ass hole. I’m begging for you to stop but you keep fucking me, treating me like your personal whore. Stop hurting me, please! I can’t take it!
Bondage Phone Sex Can Go Awry with a Druggy Whore
Bondage phone sex can often go awry with me. I am not a BDSM girl, but I do BDSM gigs for money to get coke. This one guy is a private collector of all sorts of BDSM porn. He likes the amateur kind. My stepson rented me to him. I know of the guy, but I had never been in one of his movies. I assumed he liked his girls younger than me. My stepson needed some money quickly and he did not have the time to wait for the streaming profits to hit his bank account. This guy paid him cash to use his private cash cow for a BDSM film. The rich can do anything. They can get away with anything too. I feared that this was a snuff porn and that I might never come back alive. My stepson stayed to watch the show. I soon found out the reason he wanted a milf for his movie was that he also had a young girl. She was a red head like me. He planned on billing this as a mother daughter BDSM film. I know how much viewers love snuff flicks with an incest twist. The girl was younger than either of my sons. Too young for this BDSM world. My stepson let me do some coke before I was bound, gagged and brutalized. I was nervous. That girl was kidnapped. Usually, girls like that never make it out alive. The only way I ever survive these kinds of movies is because I am a druggy whore. The men making these dirty snuff movies think either I am too desperate for coke to talk or too fucked up to remember. But not willing girls, they end up dead. For what felt like an eternity, I was bound, gagged and force fucked in all my holes. Same for the young girl. She would scream out mommy when men fucked her tiny asshole. I wanted to help her, but my priority was getting coke and saving myself. I made it out alive with a huge bag of coke and a prolapsed asshole. I am not sure about that little girl though.