Tag: Domination phone sex

Snuff Porn Sunday

snuff pornIt’s snuff porn Sunday. Every caller I have had today wants to kill me. That is not unusual, however, most men want to do very bad things to me. I have a tendency to bring out the evil in men. I remember this one time a few years ago. I was on a date with a Wall Street banker type. I had always heard that the men in the most high powered jobs are the ones likely more docile, more submissive with women. It makes sense really. Doctors, lawyers, CEOS… they have so much riding on their decisions, their actions, that they want to give up power in the bedroom. I thought I was safe from a night of abuse going out with Reggie. I met him at a Starbucks. He seemed in awe of my beauty and not in a “I want to take it from you,” sort of way either.

I don’t remember much about the date until I woke up in an executioner’s mask and  Reggie was choking me.  He degraded me as he abused my body. He ridiculed me for thinking an educated wealthy man like himself would actually want anything to do with a trailer park whore like me. He carved WHORE into my stomach with a razor blade so I would never forget what I am. In fact he sliced my entire body with that blade. Nothing deep, but there was blood. At one point I looked like Carrie at the prom. My entire body was covered in blood. Not enough to kill me, but enough to make me freak out. Enough to leave my body covered in scabs. Enough to cause a lot of pain. Imagine your entire body was covered in paper cuts. That is what I felt like.  He mutilated my flesh for hours while humiliating me.  He never fucked me. Well not with his cock. He abused my fuck holes with a baseball bat and other innate objects because I was probably “a diseased whore.”

I learned that day that no man is safe. I make even the meekest looking man do very bad things to me.

I made you want it!

taboo phone sexIt all started out as a typical domination session didn’t it? I had you there on the bed all tied up and helpless… just the way I like you. You seemed so nervous when I put a blindfold on you, like I was going to slit your throat or something, all I could do was laugh… it’s not like you could stop me! I bet you thought you won the fucking lottery when you felt a mouth on your dick didn’t you? Hahaha yeah you were super excited until I whipped that blindfold off and you realized who was actually sucking that cock! I bet you didn’t expect to see your own daughter down there did you? Awwwhhhh poor guy, you were so upset but that dick stayed rock fucking hard and I knew that deep down you have always wanted this. Shit, when I told you that we were going to have to kill her to keep her quiet you didn’t even hesitate! You just begged me to cut the ropes so you could help me! I have to say, I was a little surprised by your violence but I liked it! I wonder who we should kill next…

Cyber Texting Sex Is Another Way

domination phone sexI don’t usually blog about my callers or my masters, but I have one that deserves to be in a blog. He is a regular and he has been my sadistic master for quite a while now. Rather than call though, he takes advantage of the cyber text sessions we offer. Before my first text session, I did not know what to expect. I thought it would be a bit boring to type instead of talk, but there is something about the anonymity of the text that is extremely sexy. From the very first touch of his whip as he traces the lines of my ass to the front of my pussy, I am dripping wet. I sit at my keyboard eager to see his next words appear, waiting to find out what sick and twisted thing he is going to do to my body. My master never disappoints. Each and every texting session, he brings up something new and painful that he will do to my worthless body. The last time we talked he had me bring in another sub to play with. He instructed us on ways he wanted us to abuse each others bodies while he stood back and enjoyed seeing both whores jump at each of his commands. The sub I chose was not able to live up to his demands and pled for mercy. Since she was not able to please him, I will be getting punished. Of that I am sure. I am just waiting until the next time, I see his chat pop up on my screen, to see just how bad the punishment will be for my poor choice of playmates.

Domination Phone Sex for A Druggy Whore

domination phone sexSometimes a whore needs a good dose of domination phone sex to remember her place. I needed drugs but had no money. I am a sexy MILF, so I thought I could work something out with my dealer for a fix. I over estimated my hotness.  My dealer was not even interested in abusing my asshole with his monster cock for a little bump. He was, however, interested in my daughter. My very young daughter. I tried to object but he smacked me, slapped a collar around my neck and chained me to a pole so I couldn’t defend my little virgin’s holes. “How bad do you need this fix Blair,” he seethed as he pulled out his monster cock and shoved it down my baby girl’s throat. She was crying, gagging trying to get away, but the more I thought about it the more I realized she would be fine. I was force fucked at her age and I grew up fine. Well, maybe not fine. I am a druggy dirty mommy, but I am happy. I grew up happy.  I  was chained up watching my daughter earn my coke. He didn’t go easy on her either. He fucked her ass and pussy like she was a seasoned fuck whore like me. His dick was bright red from her cherry popping.  She was crying and screaming, but he just fucked her harder. He came in her ass, but that was not the end of things. He held a knife to her throat and forced her to shit his cum in my mouth. He made sure she knew that I was the only reason this happened to her in the first place. I cleaned up her swollen, bloody fuck holes with my tongue. Siphoned out his cum, then begged for my coke. I got it, but not until after he fucked my holes too.

Torture phone sex makes me wet.

torture phone sexHe cut us out several more lines. I was beyond fucked up and horny as hell. I had drained his cock several times and he was done for. He laughed as I fingered myself. “Let me find something to help you out.” he grinned. He came back with a nasty toilet brush. “How about this?” I shrieked with laughter as he flipped me over and began to tickle my pussy with the wicked dildo. “No way.” But he was high and didn’t listen. My giggle turned to a moan as he began to push the bristled cock up into me. It hurt like hell and I protested. But he was too caught up to listen. I kicked my feet trying to get away as it pierced my inner labia and clit. “Snort this.” he ordered. I inhaled some more shit as he continued to fuck me, first with the handle, then turning it around and inserting the bristles all the way. I felt 1000 needles poking into me as he rammed it harder. He was nasty now, demanding that I fuck the foul shit-tinged brush. I arched and moaned as his cock got hard. I felt the blood run down my legs as he showed no mercy. He violated me as his cock spasmed all over the brush. Then he brought it up to my mouth and forced me to brush my teeth with the cummy, shitty porcupine dildo from hell. Tomorrow my swollen, bloody cunt would pay the price for the drugs that controlled my life. But I don’t care. I’m just a stupid, druggie slut.

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Submissive Teen phone sex with Makayla

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She told me she had the best dope. The black girls always have the best dope and the best cocks to ride. If I knew what I know now I would have cut that bitches throat after I ate her pussy. I guess I should start from the beginning. I met this black cunt at a club. She was drawn to me like a moth to the light. She knew as soon as she saw me that I was a weak ass white bitch and I would do anything for a little high. We were dancing and getting hot and heavy together. She started rubbing my pussy on the dance floor and told me she had something up in her pussy that could get me fucked up. We went to a corner in the club.

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She pulled her panties down and pulled me down to my knees. She shoved her sweaty nigger pussy in my face and face fucked me till she squirted her creamy pussy juices down my face. I fucking loved it and wanted more of her. She pulled on a string hanging out of her pussy and a little baggy full of these fun pills were in there. She gave me two. Now I am fucking hanging here by my wrists, watching that stupid fucking nigger whore sucking her master’s big thick nigger cock! Getting him ready so force his cock in all of my tight white pussy holes…

Castration Phone Sex for Losers

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is my favorite sadistic type call. Guys IM me or call me and ask me all the time what is my specialty. Death, torture and dismemberment are my specialties, but taking a man’s cock and balls gives me an extra good feeling. There are too many losers in this world and my motto is testicles are for winners. Only winners should be allowed to procreate. Only winners should be allowed to fuck. So who falls in the loser category? Who deserves my junk removal services? Too god damn fucking many of you. Small dick guys. Men like Brock Turner and his daddy who don’t understand how to treat a woman. Sissy faggots. Men who can’t pick a fair fight and abuse women and animals. Men who think they are better than me because of some fancy degree. Men who would rather live on the government’s dime than actually work for a living. Deadbeat dads. Assholes. Men who call me and say I love you or that they just want to cuddle and watch a Nicolas Spark’s movie. Do I look like I want to be held? Do I look like I enjoy a sap ass movie? Sometimes I will take your junk just for shits and giggles. The point is I have a big ass knife collection and I am well trained on how to use them to inflict maximum damage.  I do all sorts of castration calls. Some guys are too dumb to realize I’m not the GFE type, so their stupidity is the reason the call ends with their balls on the floor. Some guys call me and bitch and whine about life in general and their wretchedness is why their balls hit the floor. Some guys call for fantasy phone sex that gets a little too real and that’s why their balls hit the floor. Then there are the jackoffs who think they can make me a victim. Their foolishness is the reason their balls hit the floor. If you are not worthy to be my accomplice, then death, torture and dismemberment are in your future. Are you my accomplice or my victim?

Castration Phone Sex: Submit to Gray

You Fucking pervert! Look at the way your cock grows when you hang around the parks or malls with those sweet tender bodies all around you. Their soft skin, the scent and taste of them is intoxicating to you. I think the only answer to fix you is to FIX you, and castration phone sex with me will only fuel your kinky filthy desires.

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Your so beyond fixing with your needs of soft young bodies to defile and savagely fuck them mercilessly.

My amusement is watching and coercing you and making you take those fantasies a step further.

I will make your cock throb and as it becomes engulfed with blood, it’s flaccidness is defiant growing into a hard prick of damnation for some innocent young thing.

Oh, but I shall watch you struggle and will tease and tempt you as I lower a virginal cunt upon that prick.

Try to resist and instead you thrust inside her, as she cries and whimpers…

I laugh and take my blade from my boot. I see you lost in the sensation of your defilement as I swiftly sever your penis and balls.

Evil Phone Sex

Evil in Latex snuff sex

domination phone sexLatex was what he asked for. I had never played this game before and had no idea what I was getting into. I only know that the money was great and my need for drugs overpowered any fear I might have. I arrived in what I felt to be a sexy latex attire. He looked at me and laughed. Amateur, he said.

He left the room and returned in his own latex. He looked evil and I could not see his eyes. He was wearing a complete bodysuit that left his cock exposed. He was wearing a latex cock ring and I could see that it was swollen and purple, the veins bulging in anticipation.

In my drugged state, I realized that he was a Domme and I was to be his submissive. He grabbed me by the hair and forced his fat cock down my throat. He began to utter obscenities and to degrade me. “Filthy whore, Piece of shit, druggie cum dumpster.” This seemed to inflame him further. He hooked me up to a pole with a dog collar around my neck. “Good little bitch.” he said. “Call me Master.”

An hour later, I was screaming his name as he beat me. “Please, Master. No more.” He punched me right in the mouth, knocking me back on the floor. He was on me just like that. I felt a knife cut into my flesh as he slashed at the crotch of my latex jumpsuit. He rammed his wicked fuck stick right into my cunt. I screamed as his massive meat pumped into me. He grunted and moaned as his orgasm took him, spraying cum all over the latex. I felt the knife as the last drop of cum hit my face. He cut me deep and I could fill the jumpsuit filling with blood. The world began to grow dark and I heard him say. “Dump her. She’s just a junkie whore.”

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Getting Out of Control

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I woke up to my feet being bound together and my hands tied to the bed posts. With my husband standing over me, kitchen knife in his hand. I begged and pleaded to be untied but the more I screamed the worse it became. He took the knife and pressed it so hard against my neck that it actually began to cut me, enough to make blood drip down my neck. I could feel it beginning to pool up underneath me. This was further than he had even taken things before and I knew I was in trouble. He started to run the knife along the side of my body. Not pushing hard enough to draw blood but enough to make me tremble and urinate all over myself and the bed. He took his other hand and spread my pussy apart not being easy or gentle whatsoever he rammed his fist up into my dry cunt. I felt my pussy hole tear and I knew he had done some damage. I was in such fear for my life that I must have passed out. I woke up lying in my own piss and blood. I know if I don’t escape soon he is going to go too far one day.