Tag: Domination phone sex

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.

Kinky Bondage Phone Sex with Furry Friends

bondage phone sexI have always enjoyed bondage phone sex. I am a kinky whore, but sometimes I go to these underground fetish clubs and meet my match. Last night, I was having fun getting tied up and fucked in the ass. I had a blindfold on so I didn’t know who was fucking me. I could tell it was many men sodomizing my puckered asshole. Cocks of various sizes and thickness were going up my booty hole. Then there was a lull. I thought they were done. I had gone through all the men and drained them. That was the case, but the lull was not only so they could rest their dicks for gangbang round two, it was so they could bring in the half-time show. I felt a slimy much smaller dick go in me. I felt hot bad breath on my back. Drool was dripping down my back. It didn’t take long to realize they ushered in man’s best friend to make a kinky ass rape porn with me. He was fucking me furiously. I could hear human giggles. They enjoyed it. I felt so humiliated and used. I had not signed up for a furry fuck. Once the four legged beast nutted in me, they made me shoot out his slimy cum. I had to lick it up from a saucer before they sodomized me for a second time. One of the most humiliating bondage whore experiences of my life.

Teen Maid Snuff Porn

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Being a maid for a sadistic master is hard work. My work is inspected constantly for cleanliness and perfection. If it is not up to standards, master severely punishes and brutalizes me until I get it right. My holes are always up for free use whenever master pleases. When I’m dusting, mopping or worshipping master’s feet with my tongue, he enacts his rape fantasies as he pleases. My holes are meant to be brutalized day and night. He cuts me, whips me, brands me and tears and peels my skin whenever he wants. I am his property and when my time comes, Master has no problem snuffing me out. I am to be torn limb from limb, flesh removed from the bone and prepared as the finest meal for master if I do not do my chores properly. I fully intend on being the perfect teen maid whore and wait on master hand and foot until the day my pathetic life meets its end.

Violent Phone Sex Boyfriend

violent phone sexThe new man in my life is the violent phone sex kind of man. He enjoys hurting women. I am not his sub; I am not really his girlfriend either. I guess I am his rough sex buddy. I have a wild attraction to bad boys. I always have. I know it is risky, but I can’t help it. Nice guys are boring as fuck. Roger was in a rougher mood than usual. I got the booty call around 1 am. I dressed in something slutty that wouldn’t stay on my body long. I wore his favorite perfume and did my make-up like a whore. The little touches he loves so much. When I arrived, he pulled me by the hair caveman style into the bedroom. I was wet because he was so forceful. I love a strong dominant man who takes control of me from the get-go. He tossed me on the bed, stripped my clothes of and sodomized my dry asshole. He never uses lube because he wants my ass to bleed. He pulled my arm behind my back in such a way that I suffered a spiral fracture immediately. I heard the bone snap, so did he. I felt it shortly thereafter. The pain was incredible. He just looked at me and said, “Suck it up bitch. You can’t leave until I nut in your whore ass.” I was fighting back the tears because my arm was useless. He still pounded my ass while my broken arm dangled at my side. I prayed he would nut soon because I needed medical attention. He liked fucking me while I was in pain. Eventually, he came.  I had to try to dress myself with a broken arm and drive to the hospital because he didn’t care about what he did to me. My top was unbuttoned, and I drove poorly. I walked into the ER and passed out. I now have a pretty pink cast for 2 months. The price of liking bad boys like you and Roger.

Strangulation Phone Sex

strangulation phone sexStrangulation phone sex fantasies consume me. I am an erotic asphyxiation girl. I get a rush from blocking my breathing as I masturbate. I am often found with purple rings around my throat. I use scarves, ties and belts, whatever I can to get that euphoric feeling before I orgasm. Last night, I wanted something more, so I went to an asphyxiation club. It’s an underground club only. The patrons are vetted by the owner to keep out criminals and cops. I found this one guy who made my cunt wet with a glance. He put his hand around my throat like I would a big fat dick. He wanted me to know he could crush my larynx with a squeeze. He was the one. We got a private room. He chained me up and put a vibrator on my clit. Holy fuck that vibe was moving a mile a minute on my clit. It was hard not to just cum then. He could see I was near orgasm and he tightened his grip. It was such a tight grip that I passed out. I woke back up with him skull fucking me. His hands still around my throat, I was struggling to breathe again. This time the orgasm was his. He dumped a huge load in my mouth, then tossed me across the room. He was done with me. I looked at myself in the mirror and my eyes were blood shot and my neck purple. I’m so glad this club is here. Makes erotic asphyxiation hotter with a partner.

 

Torture Sex Nightmare

torture sexI had a torture sex nightmare last night. I woke up in a ball of sweat, scared for my life. You were not very nice too me. In fact, you could have killed me. I think you wanted too but I woke up. I remember we met at a bar. You bought me a lot of drinks. Perhaps, you spiked my last drink, or it was just one too many because I don’t remember leaving the bar. My memory was foggy, still is. I was at a bar with a cute guy then I was chained to a wall in a basement. The first face I saw was yours. You were whipping my voluptuous body and calling me a whore. I was scared but trapped. I acted like a pain slut but that made you whipped me harder. I know I am not the only girl you did this too because I saw the collection of purses in the corner. You have been at this awhile. Somehow, I got away. I may be the only one who got away. Honestly, I thought I just had an awful nightmare, but I woke up this morning and I couldn’t find my purse. Then, when I went into the bathroom, I saw the welts all over my body. It wasn’t just a bad dream. It is just I can’t remember who your were or how I got out.