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What happens during Kidnapping phone sex?

Kidnapping phone sex

I was home alone when they came up with the idea of Kidnapping phone sex. I was babysitting all by myself, just barely old enough to be home alone. But I considered myself a smart capable young woman. Then I heard what sounded like the window in the basement close. I wasn’t worried even though it was a stormy night and the electricity was out and the cell towers were down. I figured the little ones were sleeping and all I had to do what make it through the night. My imagination started to get away from me and I was thinking about a strange dark mysterious man coming in the house when all of a sudden right there in the door way was a stranger with dark features. He had some rope and a ski mask on. He walked in front of me and I held out my arms. Why fight the inevitable. But that is what he wanted. He wanted me to fight but my nature is to submit. So he bend me over the couch and tied my hands behind me and started to beat my ass with his bare hand. By the third lashing I could hear the wetness from my cunt on his palm. It didn’t take long for him to notice and this somehow made him more made. So he said he was going to give me something to get wet about. That’s when is hard cock came out. Then he proceeded to use my holes for the fucking they are worth.

Virgin Christian Teen Tortured by Goth Teen and Fantasy Gang Raped

Goth teen phone sexMy sexy goth teen torturer, Morticia,  is having her fun with me. She lured me to her home by pretending to host a Catholic Bible study group, then knocked me out. Once I awoke, I was hogtied and nude. She came over to me and said I had to follow every order or I wouldn’t make it out alive. Her nails dug into my tits as she rubbed her pussy on my face and made me eat her cunt. I cried, begging her to let me go, so she choked my delicate neck, digging her nails into my throat until I bled. I told her I would be a good girl as her pussy juices filled my mouth. It’s too bad for me that she only enjoys watching me suffer.

She brought in six men to rape me, just as her mother had to her. Once 666 men had torn apart my pussy, throat and ass, my body completely trashed, she would enjoy slitting my throat as she sacrificed my body to become Satan’s cumslut. I scream that I’ll never give into the devil in between getting throat fucked, but even I know that I’ll be weak to her commands once the 666 men are done with me. I’ll willingly give myself over to the darkness.

Bondage Phone Sex is Fun, But Real-Life Bondage is Just Painful

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex is fun for me. On the phone, it is just fantasy. Sometimes, I get so fucked up that I forget where fantasy ends, and reality begins. I think because I did a fantasy on the phone, I can do it in real life. It never works out that way. When I saw an ad for a bondage whore, I applied. I thought I could handle it. I needed the money for some fun money. Well, coke money. That is my fun money. The guy just wanted to photograph a woman utilizing his new bondage equipment. He is a designer of BDSM equipment. I would be helping him promote his new line. Seemed like the most legit gig of my life. It was not legit. He did make bondage equipment, but the ad was just a ploy to get a snuff sex whore for personal use. He did tie me up and take photographs. But it was what he did in between shots that had me wishing I had never seen his ad. He used a spider gag in my mouth so he could piss down my throat and I could do nothing but swallow it. He put a labia spreader strap on me, pulling my cunt lips apart so he could fist me. He did use lube but got his arm inside of me elbow deep. I felt that. He has a big arm. I thought he might pull my girl parts out with him. He was taking pictures, but I knew this was for his personal spank bank. He put me in his metal stockade so he could fuck me ass. He shoved his cock in and out of my asshole using one his new floggers on my back. My ass got a better work out than an ass rape porn star.  I got my money, but this bondage experience was nothing like a phone call. A call never left me bruised, battered and sore as fuck.

Blasphemy sex is forbidden but a Sissy loves anal stretching

Blasphemy sexI just humiliated a …S.I.S.S.Y… in front of everyone at Moraine State park. He always tells me how gay he is but then questions his sexuality in the same sentence… Like, he’s already had his cheeks spread and has 100% sacrificed his manhood… Obvi, he has a liking for Torture sex he likes having his asshole stretched stretched by BIG COCK. He literally, Frenched a guy and enjoyed it! Kissing obviously means he exchanged vibrations his felt the sensuality; his clit had to of tingled. How the fuck could he not self identify as Gay?! I decided to expose him… Under his slacks he hides daily; elastic garnets that stop right below his knee, attached to a garter set beneath his buttoned White collar. Nobody would ever know… Nobody does, well did! We met at a gala that was posted as an Online sissy training ad. I’ve always had a thing for crossdressers.

I brought him to a place where it seemed as if not many others were around and had him shoot for his portfolio.. He is on his path to becoming a transgender porn star in steamy Ass rape porn. This  day he was hiding a pink-bikini and a lace wig kept in a briefcase. I always am the one to do his makeup and fancy him up. He likes heavy makeup, the smoky eye sort of look. Sharp ruby red outlined lips.. and his eyebrows high-arched. He normally goes for a slutty blonde since his norm life he lives as a sophisticated tall and handsome brunette. I could hear others coming as they laughed and giggled to pass the way.. Soon to find my faggot friend, dressed like a total slut. That way he could feel the humiliation and the adrenaline rush. The actuality of everyone around him seeing him for his true self. He is not just a confused being; he needs to come out of his shell. His clit deserves to squirt. He should be proud of his nub. He has been stroking, talking and dreaming of the forbidden Blasphemy sex he secretly has with random men he meets on the internet.

Strangulation Phone Sex is Never What I Want to Do

strangulation phone sexStrangulation phone sex is oddly popular. I am not into erotic asphyxiation. I do not wish to be strangled by anyone, but as a whore, I never get the choice of what I want sadly. I found myself in Chuck’s dungeon. That room is a nightmare for any woman. It is full of nasty instruments and equipment to torture a woman. He is the king of rough sex. I just wanted to share some blow with him. I did not want to die. I did not want my ass prolapsed. I did not want choked either. But guess what? He did all that and more. He was in a sick mood. I am okay with sick moods, but this was full on torture sex, and I was not high enough. At least my stepson gets me high before he ruins me. Chuck wanted me to feel the pain because he is sadistic. I am not a pain slut like many girls. I don’t want to feel a thing. I want to be so coked up that I am wondering what the fuck you did to me the night before.

Chuck tied me up to a bench in a contorted pose sure to give me joint pain and risk a fracture. I hate him with a passion, but I was desperate for coke. He is a last resort sort of man. While tied up on that bench he fucked my ass and choked me. I passed out a few times. I remember because I was fucking sober. I never realize how much rough anal hurts. I am usually so fucked up that I cannot feel the pain. This ass rape porn star remembers everything that happened to her in Chuck’s dungeon. Fuck my life, why did I have to go to him? I have huge purple marks on my throat from his hands. I have rope burns on my extremities. And do not even get me started on my asshole.

Fantasy Phone Sex With Sadistic Sadist Aria!

Fantasy Phone Sex Aria

I’ll tell you what kind of porn I like, ass rape porn. That shit is intense, and I love every fucking minute of it. Watching as the guy or girl squeals in pain as they drive that enormous fucking cock into their asses is just tops. Seeing the pain written all over the victims face is so satisfying. Watching as blood pours out of their tiny little holes as they get stretched open is all the more fun and it turns me on like a fucking light switch.

If you didn’t know before, you definitely know now, I’m Aria and I am a Goddess of Sadistic torture. What does that entail, you ask? Just the suffering of those who call or those who want someone to suffer. If it bleeds, then I’m in. I am like one of those people on a ghost hunter show who is attracted to anything ghost related, except I’m less stupid and real. I’m probably the reason someone called them because I’m playing a satanic prank on a neighbor and they think their house is haunted, but its just me fucking with them.

I love fucking with people and their tiny little pathetic hearts. So, try your best not to fall for this goddess because it will only lead to one thing, your demise and utter heartbreak. I can’t tell you how much I fucking love fantasy phone sex, it is just tops talking about all of the peoples lives I’ve fucked up and all the shit I love doing.

Addicted to him

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I need a torture sex would be painful but when I got with him he told me he wanted me to be his pain whore.  My boyfriend at the time wanted to tie me up and use me with all his friends. Of course I had my reservations but I didn’t want to tell him that all I really wanted was to make him happy.  At any cost I wanted him to be content even if it meant that he was going to abuse me and make me bleed. The pain really gets to like he is King. Although I want him to or not hurting me I won’t stop if it makes him happy and gets that boner ready to pop out for me. You know I am addicted to him.

Whipped and Suffocated Until My Last Moments

Suffocation phone sexYou slammed my head against the wall until I passed out with your hand on my throat. You like dealing with your victims this way. Now, no one can ever hear them scream. You carry me to the bed and grab your tools: bondage cuffs to keep me in control, whips for torture and a big plastic bag. Once I wake up, I see you standing over me. I try to escape, but the bondage cuffs keep me from my goal. When you see that I am not going anywhere, you take your big plastic bag and put it over my head. I can’t breathe! I buck and writhe to get out, but I am unsuccessful. As I struggle, I see you with your big smile. You remove the bag, letting me breathe for a bit. I can see now that your cock is hard. You take it out and start jerking it as you watch me struggle for air. The job is not yet finished, however. You tie the bag to my head and watch me squirm again, using your whips to cause me more pain while you watch the last breath leave my body.

I Never Thought You Would Stab Me In the Back!

Knife play phone sex

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.

Bondage Phone Sex Can Get Kinky and Painful with Me

bondage phone sexBondage 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?