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Cherry Red

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Master always disciplines me when I’ve been a bad girl. He came into my room at night. I was fast asleep as he peeled back my blankets. My lace panties hugged my ass, but this made him frown. I am never to wear any panties when I go to sleep. This makes him angry. He pulled me out of bed by hair, dropping me on the floor. His hand gripped my jaw, forcing my mouth to open. He put two tablets in my mouth and made me swallow. What had he just given me? But it was too late and by the time I came too, I was handcuffed to a bed and blindfolded. He had me face down with my ass high in the air. Each ankle was securely fastened so that they were spread far apart. My pussy was exposed and ready to take whatever was about to happen. I heard footsteps beside me, then felt a sharp thwack right on my delicate ass. I yelped in pain, noticing I was gagged as well. He smacked me again with the paddle, thwack! My toes curled. He continued to paddle me until my ass was so raw and tender. Heat radiated from my glowing red skin. I couldn’t sit right for three days afterwards! I promise to be a good girl from now on.

Never Agree to Snuff Sex

snuff sexHe asked me if I wanted to have snuff sex. I was high as a kite. I wasn’t really in the frame of mind to be making any decisions, especially one like that. I’m not sure what I was thinking, but I know I was not thinking he was serious. I giggled like a school girl and said, “Sure, sounds fun.” Fun doesn’t come close to what happened. The way he explained it, I gave consent so he could do whatever the fuck he wanted to me. I am a stupid whore who has snorted all her brain cells away. I was not capable of agreeing to snuff porn, but I did. He tied me up and affixed me to a spreader bar and put me in a collar and a ball gag. My ass and pussy exposed to him and his friends. My own stupidity scares me sometimes. I saw him coming at my ass with a large object. As he got closer I saw it was a moldy log. But not just a log; a log with bugs crawling over it. I swallowed hard, closed my eyes and prayed that the enviable was not going to happen; but it did. I felt damp rough wood sodomize me then I felt the insects crawling. It was like a bad acid trip or something. My ass was on fire. Fire ants, I assumed. The feeling of wood slivers digging into my ass and insects crawling all around inside me made me sick to my stomach. I couldn’t move though. I was a prisoner. What I thought was going to be a hot sexual encounter was turning out to be more of a deadly encounter. I puked from the pain and sensation, but swallowed my own vomit because of the ball gag. Some friend of my sick hook up filmed my anal torture. He said depraved ass rape porn sells at a premium.  Apparently, my life is expendable if it lines their pockets.

Fantasy Phone Sex with Marley

Fantasy phone sexHe was really big into cosplay, and I quickly came to regret having taken a ride from him. Not only did he have a Belle dress that actually mostly fit me, but he had a full-on “Beast” costume. Given that the movie is due out in about 2 weeks, he was really hot to trot with his “Beauty & the Beast” fantasy. He dressed me himself, as he didn’t trust me not to run, which I couldn’t blame him, I would have run given the chance. He chained me up in his “dungeon” and got himself outfitted. Weirdest Beast cosplay ever – He came in wearing the “mask” and jacket, but the bottom was just a set of furred-out leggings that came only up to his thighs, leaving his cock and balls out on full display. My position suspended from the ceiling left me with only a bit of a view of him as he first entered. He took the stool that was under my knees and shifted it so that I had to lean forward to keep from dislocating anything in my arms. Once my ass was bared, he rubbed hands over it before sliding fingers into my cunt and ass, testing for tightness. Next, came his dick, rubbing over my clit and pussy – I have to admit I was kinda disgusted, but my pussy was still wet as fuck, and I can’t explain that shit. By the time he buried himself in my cunt and wrapped hands around to grab my tits, I was resigned to letting him see his fantasy through. After all, soonest begun is soonest done, right? He fucked me for hours, then put me away in a cage until he wanted me again.

Bondage Phone Sex to the Extreme

bondage phone sexDo you like extreme bondage phone sex stories?  I have one for you.  I was partying over the weekend with some neighbor boys. Teen boys with some great weed and pills. They are not coke heads, but they party. I was out of powder, so I dressed slutty and went over to see if they would share their weed. Beggars can’t be choosers.  Plus, young horny guys like a MILF who parties, right? They were on some wild trip. The weed was laced with some sort of psychedelic drug. I took a few puffs and even I knew it wasn’t straight weed. I was feeling out of sorts. They boys were feeling mighty aggressive. They tied me like a package saying that their grass doesn’t come for free. I knew that. I was down to fuck. But, they had something more extreme in mind. Hardcore bondage and ass rape porn. I was tied in such an awkward position, I couldn’t move. That was what they wanted so they could force fuck me like savages. High school boys were gang banging me. Not a single one of them used a condom either. I protested that I could get pregnant, but the response was, “That will be your problem then, whore.” Cocks, beer bottles, fists and other odd items like flashlights assaulted my pussy and ass. I was hot and sweaty from the drugs. I was out of it, but not so out of it to not understand that I was being force fucked by boys young enough to be my sons. They enjoyed making me suck their shit covered sticks that violated my ass hole. They enjoyed using me as a toilet too. The ropes were cutting my flesh from the friction of the force of the fucking. There was no way out for me. Like a good little submissive whore, I just waited until they were done, which was almost 24 hours later. I had no idea teen boys could fuck me so hardcore for so long.

Bondage Phone Sex is Not Always Tame

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex is about the tamest thing I do. I’m a dark woman. Phone sex is a way for me to explore the more depraved things that I fantasize about without really ending up dead.  In my real life I am a frequent face on the BDSM circuit.  I’m sure you are familiar with the Fifty Shades of Grey movies and books, right? Every time one of the those insipid installments comes out, my clubs are jammed packed with the curious and lonely hearts. A BDSM club is looking for love in all the wrong places. I have learned that hard lesson a time or two. Because my favorite clubs were packed with newbies curious about the bondage lifestyle, I had to go to this underground club with a bad reputation.  This is the kind of club girls go missing from and show up later in snuff porn never to be seen on the circuit again. I know. Why would I go? Because I am a bondage junkie; a submissive whore who needs a dominant man like she needs water and air.

snuff pornWhen I arrived I could smell death. That club always has a smell of fear: blood, cum, piss all combined into one aroma. I was not greeted with pleasantries nor offered a drink like at my favorite clubs. I was put in a leather mask while chains went around my neck. A man with a guillotine dragged me to a dungeon room. Before he shoved me in, I saw some money exchange hands with a couple guys who later were in that dungeon with me. They tagged teamed me first. Hardcore anal sex, but that is nothing I can’t handle. With their cum leaking out of my ass, they strung me up and whipped the flesh off my body. I felt like I was being lynched. The pain was even more than I could bear. I heard similar screams echoing from other dungeon rooms.  Blood dripped down my legs like a waterfall. When my mask was removed, I saw the  knives, pissed myself and passed out. My dark fantasies were about to become realities…

My Man’s Debt

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My man owed his drug dealer a lot of money, so he gave me to him instead. This isn’t the first time he’s used me like currency. When he gives me away I know I have to be a good girl and obey. His dealer likes to be cruel. He makes me wear a leash and beats me for the tiniest mistakes. He has a girlfriend and she’s just as cruel; she’ll make me lick the soles of her feet and eat her pussy for hours. They think it’s funny to fuck me with odd objects like bottles and cucumbers. When I’m hungry they make me eat my meals off of the floor. And I better address them as Master and Mistress or that’s just another reason to beat me. I love my man, and I don’t see any way out of these horrible situations. I pray everyday for the strength to leave.

Stranger in the Basement

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My drug addicted boyfriend gave me to a stranger last week. The stranger paid my man $200 to keep me for two days. He told my man to blindfold me so that I wouldn’t know where I was being held. Once there the nightmare began, the stranger was truly sadistic. He had a dungeon in his basement, and he chained me against the wall. My arms were spread apart high above my head, with may legs chained and spread apart. He kept me blindfolded so I wouldn’t be able to identify his face. I’ve never been so afraid, my body shook with terror. He called me his “little nigger bitch”. He told me no one would care if I disappeared. He beat me with a belt and burned my inner thighs with cigarettes. He punched and pinched my nipples, the pain was unbearable. I cried out in pain, but that only turned him on even more. He never fed me or offered me water. I thought I would die. Being blindfolded I could never tell what he would do next. I was there to be his personal punching bag and nothing more. When he wrapped the belt around my neck and pulled until it tighten I thought I would die in that dark basement. He choked me over and over again, I went in and out of consciousness. Minutes felt like hours, hours felt like days. I cried out for God, but He never came.

Kidnapping phone sex the abduction

Kidnapping phone sexWoken up by a noise, now I can’t get back to sleep. I felt uneasy and I didn’t know why until a hood was put over my head, and it felt like a zip tie was tightened around my neck. Then I was dragged, by two of them. I don’t know if they were men or women I just know I was scared. What would they want with me?
It felt as though I was thrown into the back of a van. The ride was bumpy and the metal floor of the vehicle was cold and poking my skin. I was shivering from fear and the chill. I heard the passenger say he was going to take care of me, and I felt him sit next to me. I could smell something and that is the last thing I remember.
I wake up and I am on a table like a gynecologists exam table, my ankles, legs, waist, hands arms and neck were all strapped down to this table. I couldn’t move. A blurry image started walking toward me, and I hear his voice. “You are now the sex slave of Mine. You will call me Sire, Sir, Master or Master Roman. Nod if you understand.” I nod and tear began to roll down my cheek. “That will not be the only tear you shed slut, you will be used and used up until I am done with you. That could be weeks, months maybe years. It all depends on your service.”
“Today will be simple. I am going to open your pussy lips so you understand what stretching will be.” He clamps a plastic tipped metal clamp hanger to my pussy lips and pulls them apart. The clamps are so painful I scream. He stands up and gives me a concerned look and puts a gag in my mouth that makes my jaw open as far as it can. “Now try to scream.” He said laughing.
Next post…the first days of my sexual torture.

Taboo Phone Sex Whore

taboo phone sexI am a taboo phone sex whore. That means I am submissive with no limits. Since I am a druggy slut too, I will do anything for drugs or for money to buy them. My dealer cuts me off frequently until I can cough up some cash. He says my pussy is too loose to satisfy him, so no more drugs for pussy; at least not a well used pussy. That is a whore problem. I do my Kegel exercises, but I am a fisting and gangbang whore. I am surprised my uterus has not fallen out yet. My husband cut me off, so I got creative. I am resourceful that’s for sure. There are always “model” jobs in the Back Pages. I answered one for lesbian porn. That sounded like cake walk compared to what I have done in the past. I should have known better. My luck never goes that way.  It was lesbian torture porn. Two dominant women abused the fuck out of me and another “worthless cunt.” I just took the money and endured the pain. Women are actually crueler than men when it comes to torture. It began with me and this other desperate chick being tied up back to back of each other. The bitches in charge made us eat their assholes as they farted in our faces. They were enjoying our humiliation. I could taste shit. I don’t consider myself a shit eater, but that night I was one. She actually took a dump in my mouth and forced me to swallow it. While I was gagging to swallow her shit pie, her friend took a cattle prod to my asshole. I shit myself. Of course I had to clean up my mess like a good puppy. Our holes got violated with taser guns. No porn was being made either. We weren’t models. We were torture slaves for the enjoyment of a couple bitches in charge. I got my money to score some blow, but I won’t be shitting right for days.

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Suffocation Phone Sex with Marley

Suffocation phone sexHe had me tied with my forearms together behind my back and each leg bound to its thigh. He carried me just like that from his van to the bank of a nice-sized river, then settled me on my knees. It was painful, having to adjust my body around the bonds to settle down how he wanted me to. He had duct tape over my mouth, and when he walked around with a knife, I tried so hard to scream that he backhanded me with his free hand. He pulled my hair back hard and raised that knife to my mouth as tears streamed down my cheeks. The knife slipped across the duct tape, slashing a hole neatly where my mouth was. I started to try to beg for him to let me go, when he pulled his cock out and stuffed it down my throat. With the knife still in his hand, I didn’t dare try anything. Soon enough, he pulled his cock out of his throat and bent me forward so that my face was on the ground, and he shoved his cock into my dry cunt, tearing it a bit. I cried out, which I immediately regretted. He picked me up on his cock, moved us just to the edge of the lake, and settled me back down with my face in the water, his hand pressing me down into it. I struggled to keep the water from getting into my lungs. I held my breath as long as I could. Finally, I started to feel the water enter my lungs, even as his thrusts behind me got harder and faster. He was close to cumming, and my body was close to drowning. I prayed that he would let me get some air soon, but his body started spasming behind me. The last thing I felt was his jizz spurting up into me.