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violent phonesex maceyI am here waiting, wanting, needing to be abused. It’s been two days since my last party. I need meat sticks, and a bunch at one time. I am hungry for cum. I need you to throw me on the ground, drunk and not understanding what is even going on, and fuck me till I hurt. Where are you? Cum find me, party with me, and take every one of my sweet fuck holes that you want. Bring all your friends, we will make a party out of it. Bring alcohol, drugs of all kinds. Get me fucked up, and beat up every dripping wet spot I have. I need you to cum take your aggressions out on me with your cock. Please I need to be punished, and you and your friends are the only ones who can do it. We will make a night of fucking, skull fucking, and raw abuse that I crave so much, I even love you to forcefully take my ass. Bring me the pain, and the abuse, and you wont be sorry. I’m a cum slut, and I am waiting for you.

New Jewelry From My Master

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We all know how master is when it comes to me, his pet. The one he uses and the one he pleases. My master loves to have control over me and does NOT like it when other people men or women even look at me wrong. I was allowed to go with master to the store so that I could help him get all the things that we needed for the house. I was eager to get out and breathe some fresh air. Maybe do a little site seeing, just the places that master will take me. I am not allowed to venture out on my own yet. We were in the supermarket and I would say I was dressed appropriate, master even approved of my outfit. Wasn’t too short or too glamorous. We were getting something we needed off of isle 7. A mean looking man walked by, bumped my master and called me a slut. We just kind of blew it off, it was not much that we needed to get upset over.

 

But once we were done shopping and getting ready to check out the same man ended up behind us in the check out line. While I was helping master load the groceries up on the counter that man came up behind me and smacked me on the ass and started grabbing it. I just knew master was going to hurt him. I was trying to talk to master telling him its okay and not to do it in public. We checked out and headed to the car. Loading them into the backseat then hopped in the car. Once we were in the car I could tell how pissed with that man that master was. So I leaned over and started rubbing my master’s cock. Getting it nice and hard for me. I leaned down and took his head into my mouth. I heard master sigh like that was exactly what he needed. I sucked him really good. I took him deep into my throat making me gag on his cock. He fucked my mouth and shot his load down my throat.

 

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By then the same rude man was coming out the store and putting his groceries in his car. When he left we followed him. Followed him to his house. Sat outside and scooped him out. To see if he lived alone or what was up. We found out that he lived alone, so we went back home to take the things to the house. I unloaded and put up the groceries while master was in his room. He came back out with his black bag around the same time I finished up. We got back in the car and headed to that mans house. We knocked on the door and when he realized it was us, he was shocked and master pushed his way through the door. Knocked the man on the head and we drug him to an available chair and tied him up.

 

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When he woke up, he demanded to know what was going on. And master told him for his actions today there was to be a punishment. The next thing I knew master was grabbing tools out of his bag and just started puling the mans teeth out. You could probably hear him screaming from a mile away, but i guess it was a good thing he lived far out in the country. With each tooth master was telling him what he did wrong and that I was he pet, no one puts their hands on me unless he gives them permission. There was a lot of blood coming from his mouth. I swear master gets off giving people pain. That day I seen a man have all of his teeth pulled out, how much pain my master was able to inflict with not even putting his best effort and I got new jewelry that my master made all by himself.  I say all in all, a day full of shopping and torture, it ended pretty well. I don’t think that man will be bothering anymore ladies……. hehehe

 

 

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A Sadist in Sheep’s Clothing

torture phone sex mommy bloodyEvery now and then I encounter a very sadistic man. A man who truly believes women are worthless whores on earth only for their pleasure. And that no matter what they do to a woman, it is justified because we are all just whiny, bitchy, cunts who do not deserve to live. I met such a man recently. On the outside, seemed like any other hipster. Owned a little coffee shop I went to daily, liked music, college educated, easy to talk to. That is how he trapped me. I felt safe with him. Felt like he really wanted to just be my friend. I get lonely. My husband is long gone, and my son travels a lot with his job. So when David invited me to his place for dinner, I accepted, totally clueless about what was in store for me.

He slipped some sort of roofie in my drink. I woke up bound and gagged in his basement on his work out bench. He was standing over me with an evil smile. I saw on the wall a plethora of torture devices. Now I am rather accustomed to extreme bondage devices, but what I saw looked more like the tools of a serial killer. Knifes, saws, an ice pick, dental and surgical tools, a flame thrower, drills, hammers… All deadly and painful instruments. He grabbed a pair of pliers and held my nose tightly, forcing my mouth open and for no reason other than his sick pleasure, pulled one of my teeth out from the root. He was a true sadist. The pain was excruciating. I could taste the blood. He said, “Now you aren’t so pretty. All pretty women are whores.” I was crying and shaking. He got tired of hearing me and shoved a ball gag in my mouth which made me choke on my own blood.bloody phone sex sadistic torture

The next tool of pain he brought out was a scalpel.  He began making small cuts all over my torso like some Dr. Demento. He sliced my breasts up, made a trail of cuts down my stomach. He then dripped hot wax into my wounds. The wax slowed the bleeding, but the pain was awful. He laughed at my tears. What he pulled out next horrified me. He had a torch flame like welders use.  He told me there was nothing more intoxicating than the smell of burnt flesh and a whore’s tears. He fired it up and aimed it straight for my stomach. He didn’t leave it on long enough to set my whole body on fire, but he did take a layer or two of skin off my belly.  It hurt so much I lost consciousness.

I woke up in my car, back in my clothes. I thought maybe it was just some horrifying dream, but then I checked myself in the rear view mirror. I was missing a tooth. The bloody roots still hanging from where the tooth had been. The pain really hit me. I lifted up my shirt, revealing a charred stomach.  He had cauterized my wounds so I was not bleeding, but it was horrible looking, very raw,  and even worse smelling. I wanted to wretch. I searched for my keys, trying to figure out if I could even drive. I found a note in my purse that said “Tell anyone what happened Blair, and that pretty little face you love so much gets burned.”

There are sadists all around us. Men who take extreme pleasure in hurting and degrading women. You would think by now, I would be better at recognizing them. Are you a sadist in sheep’s clothing? DO you harbor dark desires like David?

 

Evil Bedtime Stories for Worthless Whores

Sadistic phone sex bondage milfWhen I was a little girl, my Daddy would read me bedtime stories while I was tied to the bed. And not your typical bed time stories one tells a wee lass. These were more like horror stories designed to scare the crap out of me and keep me pure. I remember all his wicked bed time stories, but one in particular stands out. It was about these evil little dolls that lived under my bed. They could only be seen at night. They only came out to torture bad little girls who touched themselves or had sex or were disobedient to their parents.  They had sharp teeth and sharp spikes and would tear the flesh off of bad little girls. They would even penetrate naughty girls’ pussies and asses ruining them for future enjoyment because if a girl did not know how to use her privates properly she should not have them at all. A girl’s special spots were for her daddy’s enjoyment, not her own and certainly no other man.

One night, I woke up screaming in pain. I had masturbated in the shower that day. The evil little torture dolls must have know what I had done.  I felt a blindfold go over my eyes and a sharp instrument inserted in my pussy and asshole. Hurt so bad. I screamed for my Daddy but he never came to save me. When the sun rose, I could see I was covered in blood. My daddy came in and said he knew the creatures visited me last night because I was a filthy dirty whore. He could not save me because I was not worth saving. A knife or some other sort of razor sharp object had fucked my cunt and ass, shredding both. Leaving them a bloody, tortured mess. I was in so much pain, I could not go to school the next morning. I could barely walk. There would be many more nights those evil creatures woke me up in the middle of the night to teach me a hard lesson about being impure. First time I tried to masturbate, first time I got my period, first time I kissed a boy, first time I told my Daddy I did not want to suck his dick… all marked by a visit from the torture creatures who would mutilate my female parts.

As I got older, I realized it was daddy sneaking in my room at night to torture his slutty baby girl. He always knew when I was bad. He took sadistic pleasure in hurting me; ruining me for other men. My body belonged to him and no one else. Daddy believed I was a worthless whore who did not deserve a pretty ass or pussy or tits. What do you think?

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Bad girls get punished

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I’ve been a bad bad girl.

I thought it was ok to go outside today to have a bath in the rain.

I thought it was ok. 

I never really get baths unless it is raining or master says its ok. 

I was outside enjoying the rain as it washed away the blood, urine and feces off my bruised body.

I had my back to the house not thinking that master would see me standing there naked. 

I just thought it was ok to wash my body for him.

Make myself clean.

As i was standing there naked in the moon light running my finger through my hair, I felt the steal of his spiked boots.

He kicked me in my back so hard it felt like he broke something. 

I could feel the warm blood running down my back as he was dragging me back into the basement. 

I knew master was angry, so I sat there waiting. 

He locked my hands up way above my head, and had me facing him. 

He had the riding crop.

He told me to beg him for mercy, and not to stop. 

If I stopped he would get something else to hit me with. 

I started begging him to stop, 

He hit me over and over again. 

When he was done I could see the damage. 

Open sores, blood and bruising. 

When it gets this bad, he feeds me.. 

He treats me like his princess. 

Tied up

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I was on my stomach, face down on the floor with my wrists tied behind my back. The rope was too tight, it stung a little and hurt even more if I resisted. He was behind me, pushing his naked against mine. I could feel his cock growing and swelling, causing him to get more agressive. He wrapped his hand around my throat and pulled me toward him. In a matter of seconds he stabbed my scared little pussy with his rigid throbbing cock.
My cunt was getting wet involunteeraily, making it easier for him to go as hard and deep as he wanted. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of making me cum, but I couldn’t stop it from happening it was out of my control. He put his hands around my throat, squeezing tightly until the room got dark. I must have passed out because the next thing I remember was his dick deep inside my throat, filling it with his cum.

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After he was through, he just left me there still tied up. He gave me a quick slap across the face without giving a reason and I was mortified when I saw the entire we’d had an audience watching. There were probably five other men in the room and I had no idea how much they had seen, but that didn’t matter. He informed me that each of those men and more would get to use me for his amusement anyway they desired whenever they pleased.
I didn’t get much sleep that night worrying about what is store for me in the very near future. He also left me tied me up on the floor all night and most of the following day. I can’t be sure if he forgot about me or if he wants to remind me that he has full control.

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Blood On The Water

killer phonesex knifeThe flyer said it was a midight cruise. A murder mystery would need to be solved. The night promised to be full of intrigue, gore and death would lurk around every corner. I stood there reading the flyer and thinking about how much fun it would be to sabatoge the “fake” killing with some real death. To replace the staged sceenes with real sceenes of murder. My cunt dripping as I imagined the fun of it all and knowing that the prize fund for solving the mystery would not be taken by anyone but myself beause I would create a  new story, a real murder. How long would it take for the creators of the cruise to figure out  that someone else hadd taken control? How much fear and mayheme could I create in a few short hours out on the open sea? I knew I had to get a ticckeet and take this cruise I had to create mass chaose. There would be a method to my madness and no seblane of order of any kind. As the night approached my anticipation began to grow. I could feel my palms getting sweaty as I walked up the ramp to load the eerie vesel. The fear it was intended to envolk was nothing compared to what was about to come. Looking around at all the passangers laughing and drinking as the excitement built and the boat slipped out of the dock I silently creamed my panties. Slipping away to the galley so that I could procure a beautiful butcher knife, my heart was pounding. I took my place at the table in the dining hall an listened to the grisly tale that was being weaved for the festivities to begin. As soon as the place of the murder was  mentioned I went and found my victim, sliding my knife deep into her soft flesh then pulling it out and watching the blood flow my cunt juices began to flow in unison. Her eyes grew wide as her mouth opened and the  blood curtling scream pierced the air. Mingling in with the other passangers while they examined the sceen of what they thought was a staged murder, listening to them watching them ad deciding who I was going to take out next  was almost moore then I could stand. One by one I slaughtered them all. Floating on the open sea, laying on the deck covered in blood, I rested before throwing them over board one at a time. What a beautiful thing to watch the bodies hit the water in the moonlight, slowly sinking into the dark abyss.killer phonesex knife

 

Bondage Phone Sex with Cassandra: Mummified

bondage phone sex taboo painMy Master told me he had just come back from a weekend long seminar at the Serious Bondage Institute in San Francisco. He learned a new bondage technique-mummification.  Essentially this meant I would be severely restrained and wrapped up like a shiny package or mummy.  I have seen mummies. I was scared. I mean not being able to move an inch, and possibly being denied much oxygen scared the crap out of me. But, what am I to do? I am a worthless whore at the mercy of her Master.

First, Master put me into a tight, sexy neoprene hood. Then he laid me out on what is called a Gingerbread platform. He started to wrap my body in a transparent pallet wrap from head to toe, and then from my toes back to my head. Master put me in this contraption he called a “Vertical Vac-Cube.” It felt like a mummy’s tomb. I was completely immobile and trapped in this rubbery thing with a tube in my mouth to breathe. Master then dumped buckets of ice water on me. So cold. The idea behind any of the vac toys, Master said, was “To put the victim in between sheets of latex, and then attach a vacuum cleaner to the space in between the latex sucking the air out, collapsing the latex around the victim and essentially vacuum sealing them in the pallet.” When he extracted me from the Vac-Cube, I looked like the vacuum packed products you buy at the store. It was like I was shrink wrapped. I started to panic because I could not move an inch.  

bondage phone sex torture evilI could breathe through a little tube Master put in my mouth, but because the plastic wrap was sealed so tight on my body, my rib cage was constrained, making breathing very difficult. He laid me out on the slab then wrapped me even further on to the platform. It was now becoming extremely hot in that saran wrap. I was vacuum sealed with another layer around me to restrain me even further. My body was on fire. I was cocooned under two tight layers of thick heavy plastic wrap. I was sweating and my breathing was becoming labored.

Then I heard a strange noise. It was faint as my ears were wrapped tightly like the rest of my body but I could not move my head to see what the noise was. Then I felt duct tape going over my face blinding me, and it felt like he put a layer over my stomach to further immobilize me. I couldn’t even cry I was restrained so tightly. I swear my eye balls couldn’t even move.  Pressure was building up in my body. I was mummified. It was a strange feeling. I felt almost dead. Completely motionless. Hot. Swallow breathing. Darkness. Not much different from being buried alive.

bondage phone sex blonde bitchThen I felt the table I was on flip. Master turned me upside down so the blood rushed to my head. Felt like my eyes would pop out of their sockets. My head felt like it was going to explode. It was all I could do to not vomit. If I did, surely I would choke on my own puke and die. This was the most excruciating bondage position Master had ever put me in. When I thought it could not get worse, I felt the vibrator between my legs. My clit was being over stimulating sending pain all through my body. I could not shake. I could not convulse. All I could do was lay their motionless praying for it all to be over soon…. Soon came hours later when I passed out. I woke up feeling like my bladder would explode too since I could not even pee. If I did surely it would go back up into my bladder. After almost 22 hours of being mummified, Master released me. But I was weak, so very weak and I suspect a few pounds lighter. Master said that was just the beginning, that this was only one mummification technique out of many that he learned. I was in serious trouble.

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Mutilation Phone Sex with Blair: Broomstick Anal GangBang

mutilation phone sex rough analFor Halloween, I am always a sexy witch. I got the pointy hat, broomstick and sexy witch’s outfit. My son and I were going to a party at a  friend of his house, so I wanted to look extra hot. The party was fun; lots of cute boys and wicked party favors. I was doing lines of coke all night and slinging back the Jager bombs. After a while, I became cognizant, even in my doped up stupor, that I was the only female left. I actually thought that was a good thing. I believed I was going to get gangbanged. I got gangbanged all right, but not by cocks.

My son dragged me down to the basement of his friend’s house and tied me up, bent me over with my ass totally exposed. I still thought I was going to get cock. I could see the guys lining up, but none had their cocks out. They each were holding a broom stick, with my son holding the one I brought to the party. I was going to be sodomized by broom handles. One by one they approached me and shoved a broom handle up my ass repeatedly. No lube or nothing. Just rough anal torture. I was crying. I could feel blood running out my ass. I think my insides were even getting stirred up. The pain was excruciating. My ass was being mutilated by broomsticks. I was crying, begging for them to stop, but they only listened to my son, my Master who was telling them to go harder, deeper and faster. My ass would never be the same again.

After hours of anal torture, it was my son’s turn. He said he saved the best for last. He kissed my mouth then rammed my broomstick up my ass so hard I puked from the pain. He shoved it in and out for a good 20 minutes. When he pulled out the broom handle from my ass, it was covered in blood and shit. He made me suck it clean.  I had to suck my bloody, shitty broom stick in front of all his friends who had participated in my anal violation.

When I had spit shined that broomstick, my son released me. He made me bend over and look in a mirror to see the damage to my ass. I had a complete rectal prolapse.  My asshole looked like a rose. It was bright red, and inside out. I have had rough anal before, even two cocks in my ass at a time, and been fisted, but nothing hurt more than being sodomized by broomsticks. I had to crawl upstairs, bleeding, nauseated , humiliated and in pain. My son and his friends just laughed.

When I asked if I could go home and tend to my wounded ass, my son slapped me, and said, “Silly mommy. That was just foreplay. The night is still young.”

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Evil Phone Sex with Cassandra: Buried Alive

evil phone sex bondage blondeI thought today would be an ordinary day. Not that a professional submissive has ordinary days, but I thought I would be playing normal bondage games with my master. He was in a much more evil mood than usual. He put me on a rack and elongated me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a tombstone and a wooden casket. I got really scared. He was going to kill me. This was the day I would be snuffed out. I knew it was coming, but didn’t think this soon. I pleaded with him, said I would do anything, any sick depraved thing he wanted, just let me live.

He approached me with a menacing grin and said, “Oh Cassandra, I am not going to kill you. I’m just going to bury you alive. If you die, it’s your fault for not fighting hard enough for to live.” Then he carried me over to the casket and dumped me inside. He nailed the coffin shut. There were little pin holes in the wood so I could get some air. But once I was under dirt, it would become difficult. I was pounding the coffin in a moment of panic, when I remembered all the horror movies I have seen and my master’s words. I need to not panic, save my energy and my air. I could feel him pulling the coffin. He put me in the truck and took me somewhere. I would later find out it was an old abandoned cemetery.evil phone sex torture whoreMaster was prepared. He had the ground already dug up because he just dropped me in a hole. Then I could hear the dirt hitting the casket and some dirt was coming in through the holes. I was trying my best to conserve my air and think. Think how I could survive being buried alive. I have really long finger nails. I tried digging at the wood , but that was taking too long and would not work. So, I used my nails to push up the nails. My fingers were bloody and I even ripped off several of my nails. My fingers were sore and broken, but I got several nails out. Enough that I could use my strength to push up the top of the casket.

Dirt started pouring in. I closed my eyes and my mouth and dug myself out. I pushed my hands up and clawed over and over and over as fast as I could. Luckily, I wasn’t down too deep. I could feel worms in my fingers and all sorts of other creepy crawlies. I was trying not to wig out but it was gross. I got my hand out through the dirt and felt cool air. I was close. I went faster, as fast has my hands could scoop and dig. Finally I broke through the ground. Dirt in my ears, my mouth, up my nose…I puked up some dirt, was coughing and gagging, but was alive. Master was sitting on a tombstone with a timer and laughing. It took me 3 hrs and 22 mins to get out.  He was impressed. 

It was quite scary, but exhilarating at the same time. Despite all my snuff fantasies, I did want to live, and fought for my survival. Master now will have more survival tests for me to pass. What survival games should you and I play?

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