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Torture Phone Sex with Mommy Blair: Torture Doll

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My son goes from a romantic mood to a sadistic one in nothing flat. The other day we had a nice time, lot’s of love making. Last night, he pimped me out to this guy who enjoys torture and bondage. My son said he paid really good money for my ass and I better act the part. The dude looked so normal, almost nerdy, but he had a very sick side. First, he used a cattle prod on me and did his best to electrocute the piss out of me. He had me bound and gagged, laying on the floor, and kept shocking me over and over again until I peed myself and drool was running out of my mouth. He just laughed at me and said I was bought and sold like a side of beef, I was going to be treated like the piece of meat I was.

torture phone sex mommy analHe then pulled me down into his basement. More like threw me down the stairs. He followed behind me, then started tying ropes to my extremities. Braided rope, the really strong kind. I didn’t quite understand what he was doing. He was quiet, methodical and attentive to his  knots that he was tying. Then with one full sweep, he hoisted me in air. My legs were pulled apart, my hands tied behind my back, my pussy exposed and a ball gag in my mouth. He then began fucking my pussy and ass with various objects. He was torturing my holes with a baseball bat, coke bottles, a plunger, a paddle oar, his fist, that cattle prod, even a shot gun. He took thrill in controlling the ropes so he could lower me down on objects. My pussy was swollen and bleeding. He tortured my cunt first, then my ass.

torture phone sex mother sonAfter hours of impaling me on various objects, he pulled the ropes like an evil puppet master to flip me upside down by one leg. I felt like a rodent being held upside down and tortured. He exposed my bare ass and began spanking me mid air. Hard, long spanks with his bare hand, then a belt, a cat of 9 tails, an old fashioned switch and a paddle. The skin on my ass looked like tenderized meat. He never spoke as he issued blows to my ass. Just kept spanking hard and rhythmically. I could feel my skin splicing open on my backside.

The torture of my body went on all day and night, almost 24 hours I was suspended in the air. Then my son returned. Collected me, and collected his payment. They shook hands and my son said, “see you next week.” Apparently I am this guy’s torture doll every Thursday. I do not know if I will survive the next session.

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Bloody Phone Sex with Cassandra: Master’s Favorite Thing to Cut

bloody phone sex kidnap tortureI have a few sick masters who enjoy hurting me. Some of them call me for bloody phone sex too. One in particular is obsessed with blood. My blood. The other day he was in a particularly sadistic mood. You see he wanted to fuck me, but it was my time of the month. He likes to hurt me until I bleed, however he finds me dirty and disgusting when I’m on the rag. I got punished extra for menstruating. He said if I was going to have a bloody pussy, I might as well be all bloody, everywhere. He then tied me to this restraint device that resembled some medieval torture rack. There were little razor blades all over it and I could feel my skin slicing open and bleeding the tighter he made the ropes. He then took a razor blade and sliced my clit and one of my pussy lips right off. He said, “You are just a stupid, nasty cunt. You don’t deserve pleasure, just pain.” He then made slices of all my body. Master knew how to make me bleed all over without killing me. He want me to hurt. And I did. I could feel myself getting aroused however by the feeling of my crimson hot sticky blood running down my thighs. Master was not pleased. He took that razor blade and sliced off each nipple. He dangled them in my face and said, “Now your big ass titties are as worthless as you.” He then forced them in my mouth. I wanted to gag and puke. How disgusting to be forced to swallow your own nipples.

bloody phone sex submissive tortureMaster sliced just about every inch of my body. He eventually put a ball gag in my mouth to stop my whimpering. I could smell my blood. I was getting cold and starting to shiver when he left the room. The blood was running out of my gashes faster than in the past. I was afraid he was so pissed this time, he might actually allow me to bleed out. He has gotten close in the past, but always spares my life because as he says, “If I kill you, where am I gonna find such a hot bloody worthless bitch to cut up?” You see, I am Master’s favorite thing to slice and cut. Will I become yours? Bloody phone sex can get us both off.

Cannibalism Phone Sex with Cassandra: Bonfire Smorgasbord

cannibalism phone sex big tits milfThese girls from the gym that I do Zumba with invited me to a bonfire one of them was having out at her family’s farm. They said bring a friend, but female as it was a girls night. We were gonna get drunk, smoke weed and just have fun. Sounded great to me. I grabbed my BFF, got in the jeep and we headed to rural Kentucky. We joked a bit on the way that it seemed like we were driving through the area in one of those Wrong Turn movies. We got there and the girls were naked and dancing around the bonfire. I told my BFF, they just witches wannabes and we giggled. When in Rome, right? We took off our clothes started dancing around the bonfire with them drinking moonshine.

Next thing I know, my BFF and I are bound, gagged and tied to a stake. That moonshine  I guess was spiked. I thought is this a joke? Then the girls swarmed around us like bees on honey. They started calling us bitches and stupid cunts. One girl tried to claim I stole her boyfriend a few years ago. Really? A few years ago, not last week? Get  over it. My smart ass comments didn’t go over well with the Witches of Eastwick and I got slapped hard and an apple shoved in my mouth to shut me up. I still thought this was some sort of payback and would be over soon, but then they were dousing us in some buttery sweet smelling liquid. Did I smell pineapple? They appeared to be seasoning us. WTF? My friend looked scared; I was still in this is a joke mode. But, one of them said we were not only the guests of honor, but we were the main course.

They moved us over the bonfire. We were stacked on top of each other. The flames were so hot. We were literally melting. The main witch just kept turning us around and around and poking at our flesh. I could feel my skin frying, getting crispy. The pain was awful. We were like pigs at a luau. We would be dead soon. Dinner for the Witches of Eastwick. Have you ever smelled burnt hair? Burnt flesh? It’s nauseating. These crazed bitches were continuing to dance around the bonfire , watching us cook to death. Getting off on the smell of our flesh. We were helpless, powerless, almost cooked to death. That’s when I heard the evil ring leader sing, “Cassandra roasting over and open flame….” But this wasn’t a joke. I was dinner. I was nothing more than a side of beef.

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Rape Phone Sex Fantasies with Blair: Pimped Out by My Son

rape phone sex fantasies mommy tortureI was face time talking with my son, sipping on a glass of wine one moment looking all cute for a date; the next moment, I was naked, on the floor with my hands tied behind my back in some unknown house. I started yelling, trying to get someone, anyone’s attention. How in the hell did I go from my place, all happy and shit, to this with no recollection of how I got here. Then it dawned on me; there must have been a roofie in my drink. You know one of those pills that makes chicks incapacitated. But who roofied me and why? It was apparent that I had been fucked, all my holes had cum in them and I was really sore. I was even starting to bruise.

Then I heard laughter from the other room. Men, maybe 3 or 4. I yelled to get their attention. They all came out and just stood over me. One said, “So you wanna play some more Mommy?”  I was like more? I had no memory of playing. Then they showed me the video footage of them having their way with me while I was pretty much unconscious. They even double penetrated me. And they appeared to have choked me, which would explain my sore throat. I asked them how I got here. One of them said, “Bitch, that is none of your concern. You are here and that is all that fucking matters. Now shut the fuck up cuz we hard again.”

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They dragged me into the other room, pulled their cocks out and just started going at me like animals.  Rough sex doesn’t begin to explain it. They were shoving two cocks at a time in my ass while the third one choked me. They spit on me, slapped  me, completely humiliated me. Their cocks were huge and they were going at me like gangbusters. I could feel my ass bleeding. I was crying, but they just made fun of me and called me a cry baby. They said I was asking for it; that a whore like me deserved it. It was hard to fight back as I was still sick and weak from the roofie.

After they were done using me like a cum dumpster, they tossed me back on  the floor like garbage. I tried to explain that my son would not be happy and he would make sure they paid for this. Then, one of them quipped back, “Who do you think paid us to do this to you? Who do you think slipped the roofie in your drink in the first place?” I didn’t understand, I thought maybe the drugs were messing with my ability to make sense of this all. He saw my confusion and said, “See bitch, your son gave you to us to settle his drug debt. You are ours to use and abuse all weekend long.” He then tossed me a bag of roofies and instructed that I take them to make things easier on me. When I saw the torture devices and whips and chains, I downed a handful of those pretty little knock out pills. If my son was gonna whore me out to be used anyway that satisfied these goons, then I was gonna do my best not to remember….

How can someone who says they love you, pimp you out to monsters? The torture sadly, is just beginning.

Bloody Phone Sex with Venus: Oops, Did I Do That?

bloody phone sex knife sadisticI was trying to see my future with my crystals and tarot cards today. This is a weekly ritual I do. But this stupid cunt in the apartment below me was blaring her music and interrupting my concentration. I pounded on the floor and yelled at her to turn her music the fuck down. It was some god awful modern country crap about a tractor being sexy. What the fuck? This bitch needed some manners, not to mention some fucking taste in music.

I grabbed my big ass knife to scare the cunt and pounded on her door. I was like what the fuck did you not understand about turn the music down. The bitch got mouthy with me. I pushed her outta my way and back into her apartment. I slapped her hard across the face and told her to shut the fuck up. I explained I was not the bitch to mess with, especially today. I was PMSing big time. Well, she called me a troll. What the hell? So, I cut her. No one talks disrespectfully to me. Especially not some rude little cunt. I slashed her face harder and deeper than I intended. Blood spurted on my face and I got a bit intoxicated from it. I love blood. Well, other people’s blood. She was whining and holding her face, trying to stop the flow of blood spurting out when I just go so enthralled, I slashed the bitch again and again and again. Blood was spewing out her face like a fucking geyser.   Me bad. I just lost control. She was rude, whiny and disrespectful.  Plus she had bad taste in music. The cunt didn’t deserve to live. There was blood everywhere. It was a mess, but a quiet mess. I marched back upstairs, hide my knife and got my tarot cards. Went back down to her place, laid in the blood and read my future. No jail for me because no one will miss a rude, whiny and disrespectful bitch. Do you got one in your life who  needs to be snuffed out? I am the perfect accomplice.

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Kidnapping Phone Sex with Blair: Bad Mommy

kidnapping phone sex milf painI decided to go see the new horror film “As Above, So Below” last night by myself. I snuck out of the house because I needed some me time. As I was coming out, a man grabbed me and threw me in his SUV. He immediately put a cage type device over my head so I could not see where we were going. I tried to speak, but that device gave me a strange echo. I wondered if my son realized I was missing and decided to hunt me down and punish me for my insolence. I was kidnapped right outside the theater and no one did a thing too. The next thing I knew, I was being dragged by my feet out of the vehicle, down some stairs  and being strung up like a side of beef. I heard an enhanced voice say, “You have been a very bad whore.” Then I felt a hard sucker punch to my belly. I almost puked.

Then I felt a vibrator on my clit, but no normal vibrator. This was like a power tool and the stimulation was actually painful. I began to whimper and convulse. Then the electric cattle prod was rammed up my pussy sending shock waves all through my body. Painful shock waves that made me pee on the floor and twitch like a dead body. It was a constant repetitive cycle of a punch to the gut, over stimulation on my clit, and a cattle prod inserted in my pussy. This went on for hours. I had vomited several times in my caged mask. My body was limp.

Then suddenly, I was cut down. I laid there on the floor for several minutes in a pool of my own bile and piss, when I heard my son say, “This will teach you whore to leave without permission.” I am a disobedient slave and got what I deserved. If I were to disobey you master, how  would you punish me?

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Bondage Phone Sex with Cassandra: Hogtied and Whipped

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The last thing I remember was being at the Mall with my girlfriends. We were shopping on our daddy’s credit cards, looking all cute and sexy. Then I woke up hog tied in some basement with a ball gag in my mouth. There was a man in a business suit staring at me. He didn’t look like the BDSM type, but here I was tied to some pole in a basement naked and hog tied. He never spoke to me. He walked over to a big wardrobe, opened it and revealed a huge variety of ropes, chains, collars and whips. I thought was this guy trying to be Christian Gray? He took out a riding crop and rubbed it on my tits that were tied so tight they stuck out like torpedoes. He then started whipping them hard. So hard he drew blood. All I could do was whimper and grimace as that ball gag was so tight in my mouth.

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He decided he wanted to whip my ass too but I was  tied to a wood pole. So he brought me down and put me in a hogtie position with all four of my limbs tied together behind my back.  My legs were spread as they curled up over my head in an extremely painful position. He also used rope on my ass for Kinbaku, which means he tied my ass up using simple yet intricate patterns, with several pieces of thin rope. My ass looked like a tic tac toe board. But this left my pussy exposed which he enjoyed. He shoved a baseball bat up my cunt. He left in there while he started whipping me with a cat of nine tails. I could feel my flesh opening up and blood trickling out of me. The ropes were so tight. I was crying and whimpering but he just kept whipping me more. I had never been in such a tight awkward position. I had no idea why I was here or what  I had done to deserve this.

After hours of whipping me with that torturous whip, he moved me back to the poll. He yanked the baseball bat out of my pussy first. He dragged me by my hair, shoved me down on my knees and tied me to the pole. This time he removed the ball gag and shoved his dick down my throat  and began skull fucking me before I could even scream. Because I was tied up I couldn’t struggle. But to be honest I felt relived. At least he wasn’t whipping me. He came down the back of my throat and as soon as his cock left my mouth, he shoved the ball gag back in and slapped me against the face. Then he spoke to me for the first time. He asked me if I knew what I had done to deserve this treatment. I shook my head because I honestly did not. I had never seen him before. He gave me a glassy cold stare, smacked my face again and said, “Because you were born.” He then tied the ropes tighter and hung me upside down, put the baseball bat in my ass this time and left the building. I was hogtied, bleeding, suspended upside down with a bat in my ass, crying, wondering if he would ever return…..

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Torture Phone Sex with Cassandra: The Fears of a Clown

torture phone sexWhen I was a little girl, I was deathly afraid of clowns. I know it sounds ridiculous. Who is afraid of Bozo the Clown? But you see, my father terrorized me when I lived at home. He wanted his sweet girl scared and dependent on him at all times; so he filled the house with evil looking clowns. They were under my bed, lurking in my closet, hidden throughout the dark corners of the house. He somehow even made them move. In hindsight I know it is foolish, but my therapist said a fear of clowns is a common phobia called Coulrophobia. To this day I am still afraid of clowns. I thought I could trust my therapist with my secrets. I was wrong.

This morning I went for my weekly session with Dr. Sandage and he said he wanted to do some hypnotherapy to regress me back to my younger years in order to help me conquer my fear of clowns. I was listening to the sound of his soothing voice when all of a sudden the lights went off and I felt hands choking me. Then a ball gag was slipped in my mouth and my hands and feet were bound. Dr. Sandage was not alone. When the lights came back on, I was horrified to see a room full of evil looking clowns and my doctor dressed up like Pennywise from the Stephen King movie that made me pee my pants. I started crying and shivering. I was naked in front of my doctor and these evil clowns. I peed on myself in fear. This was not therapy. This was torture. Dr. Pennywise was hooking up electric wires to my breasts and my pussy lips. I couldn’t talk with the ball gag in my mouth. I was covered in red and blue just like a fucking clown.

Dr. Pennywise then started making me look at images of clowns and with every image I felt a shock ravage my body. It was a horrifying pain. This went on for hours. I was being tortured. There was nothing therapeutic about what was being done to me. I could smell my nipples burning from the shock. The smell of my own charred flesh made me vomit. I was forced to swallow my own vomit because of the ball gag. What the fuck kind of treatment was this. I was more horrified with every clown face. I was just getting more afraid. My breasts were turning purple from the constant electrodes. I was close to passing out when I saw this huge cattle prod. I smelled like vomit, pee and singed flesh. I had no fight in me left. I could barely moan. Dr. Pennywise and his evil assistant shoved that cattle prod right up my ass. The pain was excruciating. I started convulsing and foaming at the mouth. They fucked my ass with that cattle prod while making me watch It. By the time it was over, my body felt like jelly. All I could smell was vomit, piss, shit, burning flesh and blood. Oh and cum. I could smell cum because they jacked their dicks all over me, covering me in spunk. I was amazed I was still breathing. My heart rate felt shallow. I heard Dr Pennywise say, “Clean yourself up bitch. Therapy is over.”

He untied me, but he didn’t even give me a towel to clean myself up with. I was a weak hot mess. I did my best to get dressed and get out of that evil chamber, but I fell trying to get out the door from fatigue. Dr. Pennywise and his creepy assistant picked me up and tossed  me like human garbage onto the curb. I heard them say as I laid on the concrete scared and hurt, “Your’re cured whore.” Maybe, but I now have a terrifying fear of doctors.

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I had watched her for a few days.  She had a definite heroin problem and sold herself only to feed her habit.  I don’t mind drugs, but they’re supposed to be recreational…not all of life.  Anyway, I knew that she wouldn’t be missed.  So, with my sweet smile and the promise of a stupid cheeseburger, I lured her into one of the seedy motels nearby.  I had everything set-up.  And, when she entered, I motioned toward the rickety table that barely held up the burger on the plate.  She talked about how long since she’d eaten; it was difficult to understand her as she garbled up her food and swallowed it with the help of some water nearby.

I watched her with intense interest and disgust.  Finally, as she was eating the last remaining bites, I told her that she was actually eating something that I cooked.  She didn’t look surprised or care; but, I continued to explain that I had a very interesting diet and it’s difficult to find people who share my delicate tastes.  She exhaled loudly and began to get up since the food was gone.  I told her not to be in a rush and she sat back down.  “Did you know Miriam?” I asked.  She nodded and told me a short sappy story about how she vanished; maybe she had been kidnapped by one of her Johns.  I told her that was not the case; in fact, Miriam was with us here and now.  She looked around the room, searching vigorously for her friend; then, I gestured toward the table at her plate.

Stupid girl didn’t understand so I plopped a picture of her dead friend, mutilated in my dungeon.  She acted as if she was going to throw-up; but, when she stood, she quickly realized that she couldn’t.  The eye drops that I had put in her water had knocked her out.  I proceeded to cuff her to the bed and place a plastic bag over her head.  She came to for only a few minutes; the rising and falling of the bag was beautiful.  There’s just something about watching someone’s last breath!  As she struggled to breathe, I read a few bible verses; I couldn’t think of anything meaner to do.  But, I was quiet for her last gasp.  I completed my afternoon by carving out a gaping hole in her upper torso.  I packed the meat in my bag in case I wanted to feed another prostitute later.  But, before I left, I had to break the cheap lamp by the bedside and shove it up into her nasty cunt.  I thought that was a proper send-off.

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Torture Phone Sex: Burn Cassandra Burn

torture phone sex submissive pain whoreI have been a pain slut for as long as I can remember. I started young as a cutter, and then graduated to more extreme measures as I grew older. But something I have never been able to handle is fire of any sorts. I have this new master who smokes cigars. Very high end Cuban stogies he gets from Canada. Well he left me alone for a little while this morning and I couldn’t help myself, I had to try one of his cigars. I mean a Cuban cigar is illegal in the US because of some stupid embargo. OMG, it was smooth with such a full bodied taste. I can see why they are coveted and smuggled into the country. Well I got lost puffing on that Havana and masturbating because it tasted so good. I look up and Master is in the door way livid. He lunged at me, grabbed my throat and threw me on the ground. He started kicking me and spitting on me and called me a worthless thieving whore. I tried to apologize; saying a Cuban cigar is something I was always curious about. That was not the right thing to say. He made me get back up on the bed and take the stogie and smoke it the other way. I had to put my lips and puff on the glowing embers. My lips, my tongue were burning; I could smell the flesh, feel the pain. As I was starting to cry, he made me deep throat that lit stogie like a cock. It burned the back of my throat. I could feel the fire in my mouth; I began choking on the blood and the flesh that was melting in my mouth, when Master ordered me to swallow it. I shook my head, tears in my eyes, blood running out my mouth, gagging on the smell of seared flesh, when he slapped me so hard, I swallowed the burning cigar. The pain was inconceivable. I could feel the burning sensation traveling down my esophagus. The smell of my burnt flesh was waffling through my nose. I thought I was going to vomit. My stomach was on fire. I could almost see a hellfire glow through my belly.

I thought he was done torturing me, but said the fun had just begun. I was a dirty stupid cunt who couldn’t keep her hands to herself and needed to be taught a lesson. I was laying there sick, and in so much pain, when he came at me with a big fat lit stogie and started burning the word thief across my breasts. I was being branded, slowly and painfully so I would never forget what happens to thieves. I knew better than to cry or beg for mercy. But it was hard to not scream as my flesh was melting off my body. He had more in store for me too. He tied my burning body up over the bed and double penetrated me with burning cigars. I have had a lot of things in my ass and cunt but never a lit stogie. My ass and pussy were branded for life. I could feel my insides melting and burning. My skin was scorched from head to toe. It was a sweet, acrid, lingers in-your-nose-forever charcoal smell. It’s a smell so strong that I could taste it. The smell and taste of my own charred flesh was the worse smell ever.

There was not an orifice or area of flesh my Master did not burn me with a stogie to teach me a lesson. My pretty alabaster skin is forever ruined. I am scarred for life and will forever carry the singe marks of shame for smoking my Master’s Cuban cigar. Yet somehow, through the horrible pain, I was aroused. Maybe, you would like to be my new Master? Find some painful, degrading way to arouse me? My pain, as always, is my Master’s pleasure.

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