Tag: Domination phone sex

Ass Rape Porn Easter

ass rape pornIt was an ass rape porn Easter. I was looking for some blow to celebrate the holidays. The guys that were going to give me the blow, punked me. They had no blow, just devious plans to sodomize me. They were high on something, but by their looks, my guess was they were crack heads. I just snort lines of coke. I know I shouldn’t sound like I am better than them since I am a submissive whore, but these guys were not who I wanted to party with on Easter Sunday. I had told my family I was going to the store, and I snuck downtown to score some blow. I came home with no coke and a gaped, swollen asshole. When I arrived, they were waiting for me. One of them jumped me while the other one put chains on me. I was restrained before they stripped me naked. They informed me they had fisting fantasies. These crack head bastards fisted my ass until he was gaped wide open. It was so big, they could put their entire fist inside me without touching the walls of my asshole. Luckily, they grew tired of fucking with my asshole. They let me go, but I had to waddle home to my family with an ass gaped so wide I would never shit the same way again. I guess I should never try to score coke off Tinder.

Barbie girl in a Barbie world

domination phone sexI love Domination phone sex where you turn me into your sick fantasy. I have a guy who likes to dress me up as his barbie. Pretty in pink and so girly and sweet. I could tell deep down he had a sick p-cock and loved to think about fucking young whores. I’m here to serve him and make all his wildest dreams reality. My cunt and asshole will be far wide stretched and used. After all, I am his fuck toy. His torture doll and everything in between. I hear for his pleasure and so that he can listen to me scream and yell. The more I cry and beg the harder he will begin to ruin me and my holes. I’m his barbie girl, and I am living in his fucked up world.

Slave Accomplice To My Master

Accomplice phone sexI think my master is catching on to me. We had a talk earlier today, he told me he is noticing lately that I am not what I used to be. I was shocked by what he said and he could tell. He told me I am the best slave he has ever had, but the rush of feeling like he is torturing me is not there anymore. He said, to him, he thinks I like the torture and abuse he is giving me. I sat there quiet, he is right, I love being called a fucking nigger and having my black asshole and nigger cunt throbbing in pain from all of his torture. Master then said he is going to keep me around for other things. He will still torture me and use me like the dirty nigger I love to be but he needs to find other women who are scared of him. Women who will scream, cry, beg for him to stop all of the torture and abuse. I am disappointed, I love the way my master abuses me. I am not sure if I could ever find another man who is able to torture me the same way he does. Master did tell me I will now be his accomplice. He said since I am already an evil nigger slave, I might as well help him in his huntings.Rape phone sex fantasies My master has given me a mission, I know we have done some things together in the past but this one is very different. My master wants me to hunt a man. I have to bring the man back to the house and let master watch everything I do. My master told me if I am going to be his accomplice, he needs to see what I can do without his orders. This will be the first time I do something on my own, without my master by my side. He is sending me out tomorrow night for my first hunting. I am not going to lie, my nigger slave cunt is craving this hunt. I will not let my master down.

Home Invasion Phone Sex Fantasies

home invasion phone sexI have home invasion phone sex fantasies. Do you? My dark desire is for a handsome, dominant stranger to break into my house one night when I am all alone. He puts a chain around my neck and makes me his slave. His sex slave who he violates in every hole in every room of the house. The idea of being force fucked in my sons’ twin beds or my marriage bed gets me wet. I know I am a fucked up bitch. I do a lot of cocaine and it makes me twisted in the head. I had such a hot dream about a home invasion last night that I woke up thinking it had happened. In fact, I had a red purple mark around my neck like a chain had been there. I had ligature marks on my ankles and my wrists like I had been tied up. My ass was sore like an ass rape porn star. There was even cum oozing out of my fuck holes. Fresh cum too. I know I was high and drinking wine, but how can I not remember getting bound and fucked in my own house? I have been masturbating all morning trying to remember who the handsome stranger was that made my wicked fantasy cum true. Was it you?

Snuff Porn Punishment

snuff pornMy punishment was snuff porn. I didn’t have to make it. I had to be the star of one. I cheated on him. He put a tracker on my car and busted me with my trainer. I was in trouble. He had always told me that if I cheated on him, I would wish I was dead.  He was right, too. He dragged me by the hair from my lover’s bed. I was half clothed, but he didn’t care that he was making a spectacle. And no one cared about a half-naked blonde bimbo. When we got back to his place, he tossed me in his basement. It was dark and musky. I was terrified. I don’t like the dark. I felt things crawling on me. Spiders and those creepy house centipedes were swarming my body. I felt sick. I screamed for hours. I tried to flick them off me. He knew my fears and used it against me. He asked me if I was sorry yet. I told him I would do anything to make it up to him. Anything. I would rather be dead than in that basement full of creepy crawlers. He released me, but it was not a better fate. Just one less heart pounding for me. I am a pain slut; I could handle the whipping better. He strung me upside down from a banister and whipped me for so long, my flesh tore from my body. It was like being a black slave in the late 1800s. He left huge gashes in my flesh. No way I won’t be scarred for life from that. He left me hanging upside down bleeding overnight. The next morning, he cut me down and made me breakfast like nothing had happened. This taboo phone sex slut is dating a sociopath. I will never escape him.

Bondage Phone Sex Torture

bondage phone sexIt was a weird bondage phone sex session. H going to treat me like a nigger slave. Right then I knew I would likely die or wish I was dead. It was the later. He was pissed at something. It wasn’t me, but I was his escape goat. I am always his escape goat. That is why he strung me up from a tree in his back yard. I was completely bound, so I couldn’t move. He told me he was he keeps me around he says. He threw rocks at me. Just like I imagine lynchers did in the 40s and 50s. I was the strange fruit swaying on the poplar tree that Billie Holliday sung about. Only I am not black. I am, however, black and blue and purple with spots of red from rocks cutting my skin. He left me hanging for awhile after he ran out of stones. I was bleeding badly. I was battered even worse. I passed out, but he turned a hose on me, which woke me up. He cut me down and I fell with a thud. He pissed on my bruised and bloody body and laughed. With a smirk, he said, “Damn, Blair, that was fun.”

Torture Sex with The Punisher

torture sexTorture sex is not just something men do to me. I torture myself too. I am a pain slut. I was a cutter when I was a school girl. I think my pain tolerance grew from self-mutilation. Once I was a grown woman, I looked to other things to give me pain. Men are impressed with my pain tolerance. It is so high that I sometimes must fake cry. Men don’t like being shown up by a girl. Last night I hooked up with a guy I met at a BDSM club. Club members call him the Punisher. He loves to inflict pain. I had heard rumors about him but wanted to see if he was as bad as women say. I have a higher threshold than most women, so I needed to test things with him on my own. Fuck, I met my match. He was a punisher indeed. He had these long needles and he pierced my clit with them, and he used them on my vagina lips, making my pussy look like it had been sewn shut. He used more needles on my nipples. All my most sensitive parts were stitched with needs. Little droplets of blood coated my body. My cunt was wet. It was real pain. Not snuff sex pain, but hot mutilation pain. I think I will be seeing more of the Punisher.

Violent Phone Sex is What I Deserve

violent phone sexViolent phone sex fantasies consume me. I get high and my head gets fucked up with nasty thoughts.  I am a freak despite the soccer mom appearance.  I called up my stepson last night. We have a love hate relationship, but it works. He gets me high and then takes all his aggression out on my ass. He is a fucked up boy, just like I am a fucked up woman. Our kinky desires consume us. It makes for a perfect BDSM relationship. Last night, my stepson brought a bunch of friends with him for our date. I wasn’t prepared for that. I was not thinking gangbang rape porn, but that is what happened. His friends and him fucked every hole, even my pee hole. Let me tell you, having cocks rammed in my urethra, hurt more than three dicks in my ass at once. My stepson and his friends treated me like a piece of trash. They pulled my hair, spit on me, fucked all my holes and pissed on me too. They laughed as I pleaded for mercy. My stepson planned this. He wanted all my holes bleeding and ruined. Even though it hurt, I survived. I know he is dangerous to my health and life, but I have dark desires that can’t be curbed. I get what I deserve.

Bondage Phone Sex Upside Down

bondage phone sexHe told me he was a fan of bondage phone sex. He told me that for my time as his BDSM slave, he would give me a bag of coke. He had me at bag of coke. I am a coke whore. It always leads me down dangerous avenues, however. I should have known better. When I arrived, I was hit over the head. I didn’t see it coming. I woke up hanging upside down, bound in an extremely awkward position. The guy I agreed to meet, was waiting for me with his monster cock out. He skull fucked me while I was dangling in the air upside down. Blood was trickling down my face from the blow to the head. Turns out he enjoyed my blood dripping on his dick. He said blood is great lube. I knew I was in over my head. I thought I was having some BDSM fun not snuff sex. I figured some whips and chains, and restraints, but he was strangling me and fucking me so hard I puked on his dick. Because of the position I was in, I ended up swallowing most of my own puke, which made me puke again. He was laughing at what a disgusting whore I was. I tried to think about the coke, but he was fucking me so hard from an upside-down position that I kept passing out. The head wound compounded my dizzy feeling. Eventually, he grew bored with me. He had cum so much he couldn’t cum anymore. I was dizzy, sore and bleeding from my head, so I was happy to be set free, but that didn’t happen until the next morning. He kept me to mutilate my tits and my clit. This was a far cry from some BDSM fun. It was torture sex.

I Need Domination Phone Sex Men

domination phone sexDomination phone sex is not what I want. It is what I need. I crave a strong man who sees me as a slave not a girlfriend. Because of my looks, many men see me as girlfriend material. When I meet a man who doesn’t become weak over my looks, I think I am in love. Dominant men make me wet. I want to be owned and used. When I met Edgar, I knew I met my match. He called me “Bitch,” from the get-go. I met him at my local bar. I don’t work there, but that didn’t stop him from telling me to get him a drink. When I brought back the wrong drink, he smacked me. When I spilled the right drink on try two, he bent me over the pool table and fucked me like an ass rape porn star. He made my ass his own. After he nutted in me first, he invited the other patrons to “fuck the dirty bar wrench.” No one there argued with him. They just pulled out their drunk dicks and gang banged me. Cock after cock rammed in my ass for hours. As guys came into the bar, Edgar told them the whore was on the house. They would fuck me before they would order their drinks. I have been seeing Edgar ever since. He loves to pimp me out to his friends as well as strangers.