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Bondage Phone Sex and Torture

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex gets me wet. I love being tied up. I am not sure how I got into it. I think it started with handcuffs in the bedroom. Pretty vanilla compared to what bondage means to me now. I hooked up with John the other night. He promised me some coke if I would let him tie me up and take some photos. I always need coke because my husband no longer gives me access to the family money. He knows I have no control. I will do an entire mound of coke. I will spend my last dime too. My family’s last dime. I am a coke fiend. Many men know this, and they make me deals. I know I am exchanging my soul sometimes, but I can endure almost anything to get a fix. John got me high first. Smart move because I will agree to anything when I am high. I have a much higher threshold for pain too. John tied me to a table. It looked like a conveyor belt of some sort. I assumed he made some sort of make-shift bondage table. It was something more akin to a medieval torture sex device. It was a rack. He tied me up at first and took some pictures. His cock was out, and he was stroking it. He was hard as a rock watching me tied up. I got nervous when he hit a switch of some sort. I felt my body pulling. OMG. I thought he might tear me in two. He came on my face as I screamed in pain. My arm pulled out of its socket. The pain was intense even on coke. John did not mean to go that far, but when he heard the noise my arm made as it popped out of the socket, he came. It was not what I was thinking would happen. John liked it so much, he asked me how much to make a snuff porn next. I got to think on that one. At this rate, he will kill me.

Killer Phone Sex Impulses

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We all have killer phone sex impulses lingering inside of us. Some people suppress those impulses, sadly. That is until they meet me. I am that devil on their shoulder telling them to fuck the cunt. We only live once. Why not enjoy it to the fullest? When I met Sam, he was a shy, even meek loser who let women drain his wallet but not his balls. Normally, I would not give a loser like that the time of day, but he appealed to me. Rich and handsome and desperate for a woman’s attention equals easy to get to do my dirty work. He was like a ball of clay I could mold into a killing machine. I had a girl in mind. She and I have had many public beefs, so if she goes missing or turns up dead, the cops would look at me. I needed a patsy and in walked Sam. I was able to get him drunk easily and fill him with information like how this cunt represents all the cunts who have done him wrong. How he needs to take what is his and stop letting little bitches get away with his money and dignity. I went with him, so I could watch. I watched him let out years of frustration on my enemy. He acted on his rape phone sex fantasies. He acted on his murderous impulses too. It was a bloody mess. She screamed and pleaded and begged. And my cunt just got wetter. It was cathartic for him and satisfying for me. He had a lot of pent up frustrations to unleash. It was his DNA all over her. Not mine. If they even find him or match her violent death to this pipsqueak, he will not remember a thing. I hypnotized him into being my killing machine. I can do the same to you.

The Best Snuff Porn is Real

snuff pornSnuff porn inspires me. Does it you? I can watch it for hours and think about how to improve it. The shit on the Internet is fake and uses legal aged consenting adults. That is no fun. You agree, right? That is why I make my own home movies. They are real. And the stars are never consenting. Fake snuff is not hot to me. I like the real thing. That is why I need an accomplice. Now, do not get me wrong. I will kill a bitch by myself and not bat an eyelash. But it is hard to film and kill at the same time. The best snuff movies have some one filming and some one doing the killing and force fucking. I picked up Sam on the dark net. He was happy to meet me. He has always wanted to fuck a young cunt. The problem with young cunt is they are rarely willing to be fucked. They talk too. A teen slut can be bought off. A younger cunt you must kill to keep you out of jail. With an accomplice, you can have your cake and eat it too. I filmed him tearing her pussy to shreds. He bloodied up her fuck holes. Her vagina was prolapsed. So was her asshole. If you could fuck some one to death, he came as close as it gets to doing it. I got it all on film too. I just had to get rid of the body. I had to finish her off too. That was the deal. He did the fucking and if that did not off her, I would finish the job. I smothered the little cunt. I let him fuck her dead body again. No worries about DNA left in the body because I fed her to the alligators in the swamp. I have it all captured on film. This will be worth a lot of money to the right buyer.

Your Fantasy Phone Sex Slave

fantasy phone sexI love fantasy phone sex calls. I have two sides of me. I am a gfe bad ass bitch and a submissive whore. I have daddy issues. The reason I like it so rough is because my early years were spent as daddy’s sex slave. I was not a happy girl. I ran away as a young teen and straight into the arms of men as bad if not worse than daddy. My shrink says I pick bad men because I am hoping I can change them, make them love me and see me as a daughter not a sex slave. Maybe that is true or maybe I just am a glutton for punishment. I think in my subconscious I conflated pain with love, and I need to be hurt to feel loved. Fucked up, right? My messed up daddy issues, however, have made me a pain slut. I need pain to get off. I get on these dating apps and I slide right over the men who want to treat a woman like a princess. I might deserve a good man, but I do not want one. I want a man like daddy. One who sees me as a snuff sex slave. One who will not hesitate to take what he wants even if I am not in the mood to give it. One who will shame and humiliate me rather than whisper sweet nothings in my ear. One who will hurt me instead of hold me. One who will chain me up instead of letting me have my space. I do not want to be a girlfriend. I try to be a bad ass gfe but it feels fake. It feels unfulfilling. That is because I was born to be a submissive whore. Think you might be the man of my nightmares?

My Taboo Phone Sex Fear

taboo phone sexWhat are you afraid of most? For this taboo phone sex slut, it is spiders. I hate the 8-legged freaks. I have this recurring nightmare of being covered in mutant spiders. You know, the big hairy tarantula kind. My stepson who hates me, recently discovered my fear and used it against me. With my husband out of town for a week, my stepson has free range to torment and torture me. Two nights ago, I woke up in the middle of the night and screamed bloody murder when I felt something crawling all over me. I thought it was a bad dream, but my bed was covered in spiders. I felt like I was in some B SyFy channel movie. I tried to swat the 8-legged freaks off me, but I became paralyzed in fear. Then panic hit and I could barely breathe, and I certainly could not move. I heard laughter. My stepson was in the corner of my bedroom stroking his dick. He was enjoying my fear. I thought I might have a heart attack. Spiders were falling from the ceiling. As my heart rate accelerated, I peed myself, but I was still immobilized with fear. He just laughed and jacked off. I screamed loudly and one got in my mouth. I was hyperventilating, sure I might stroke out. I begged for mercy. I told my stepson I would do anything he wanted if he could get them off me. He dragged me to the basement with hairy spiders still clinging to my flesh. He turned on the water hose and killed them. I worried about them still in my bedroom and in the house. I knew I may never sleep again. My skin bruised from the force of the water hose, but that was better than the feel of spiders crawling on my flesh. He asked me if I was going to be a good fuck pig and I nodded yes. I was still too freaked out to utter a word.  If he was trying to scare me into being his sex slave, it worked.  Ass rape porn was what was next. He sodomized me for hours. I laid there like a rag doll while he gaped my ass. He could have done anything to me at that point. Anything was better than spiders. I slept in my car and called the exterminator the next day. I will forever sleep with one eye open now.

My Snuff Porn Got Real, Too Real

snuff pornI auditioned for a snuff porn a couple days ago. I needed the money. I knew it was staged, but I could likely get hurt or ruffed up still. When you do these kinds of films, you must sign a waiver letting the studio out of liability. Some directors want their films looking so authentic, that a starlet like me may end up black and blue. I was lucky I emerged breathing this time. I did not sign a waiver. That should have been my first red flag. The movie was not being made in a studio but an old abandoned house. That was red flag number two that went over my head. Honestly, I was so desperate for money that I ignored that little voice in my head. I was told this was a scary snuff sex movie. The premise was that me and another girl were spending the night in a haunted house to win some money and we were being stalked by a serial killer. We think its just fake scares orchestrated by the promoter of the contest, but it is a real serial killer. This movie was just the same. This sexy blonde bimbo had an equally sexy blonde bimbo co-star and we thought we were just fucking each other in a creepy house, then suddenly some crazed man jumped out. We thought it was part of the movie, which is was, but this man was trying to kill us for real. We ran naked through the house trying to escape. He caught my co-star and chopped her limbs off with an axe. In that moment, I was never so scared. I realized this was not some staged snuff film. I was fighting for my life. As he came at me with the axe, I ducked and tripped him. Then ran naked out of that hell hole. I ran right to road and got rescued by a stranger in a Ford pickup. I am lucky I got out alive. My co-star did not fare so well. Anyone can make snuff movies these days and not all are staged.

Snuff Sex Is My Favorite

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Have you ever found yourself thinking about the ultimate taboo subject? You know what I’m talking about – snuff sex. I know a lot of people might think that’s weird, but I don’t. I’m a submissive girl and I love the thought of someone literally fucking me to death. It’s the most amazing way of surrendering to your lover. I sometimes masturbate while I think about someone fucking me from behind and wrapping his hands right around my throat. As he starts to fuck me harder, he starts to squeeze harder. I can’t breathe very well, but I don’t care because his dick is making me feel so good.
In my fantasy, he squeezes until I pass out but I’m still alive. When I wake up, he fucks me again and again. Every time, a different position. But every time, he squeezes until I lose consciousness. Every time I wake up, I’m surprised that I’m still alive and finally I tell my lover to put his hands around my throat and squeeze until I completely stop breathing. I want to give him the ultimate gift of my life. If reading that made your dick hard, pick up the phone and call me.

Castration Phone Sex: Don’t Fuck with the Wrong Bitch

castration phone sexCastration phone sex desires are stronger in me the longer I am being told to shelter in place. I am a gypsy. I am used to being out hunting for a fix. A fix for me is killing someone. I have always practiced social distancing expect maybe when I am plunging a knife into someone or I am taking off a pair of worthless nuts. Last night, I wore my skeleton face mask to castrate a complete loser. He is an Internet stalker. Been harassing me for months. I had computer issues awhile back. When you look at as much snuff porn as I do, you pick up viruses. This Geek Squad loser had access to my computer to fix it and he ended up stalking me. Lucky me, he likes Goth girls who hate everyone. I tried everything to get him out of my computer, but he was holding me virtually hostage. I agreed to meet with him. He fucked with the wrong bitch. He needed neutered. The virus worked in my favor because we cannot meet in bars and restaurants. He was going to cook us a romantic meal. Barf. I played the part, but I spiked his beer. Until he was incapacitated, it was hard to hide my bitch face and act like I was into this loser. Once he was out, I stripped him naked and tied him up, so he could not escape. Too bad he was a creepy as fuck stalker and an internet hostage taker, he had a decent sized cock. But no way I was fucking a man who thought he could force me into dating him. That is a Life Time Movie in the making and I am NOT the Lifetime Movie type. When he woke up, he was shocked to see me in control. I let him know this was his fault. His actions alone led to his castration. I cut his balls right off with one swipe of the rusty serrated blade. He screamed like a bitch. I picked his balls up off the floor and shoved them in his mouth. I was laughing loudly. I left him to bleed all over the floor. If he survives, he will have learned to fuck with me and he will never orgasm again.

Just another Sadistic Phone Sex Sunday, Not My Funday

sadistic phone sexSadistic phone sex Sunday started early. It was around 2am when my stepson dragged me out of bed kicking and screaming. His dad is out of town. I knew this would happen; I just thought it would happen in the morning or late afternoon. He dragged me to the basement kicking and screaming. Not sure why I protest every time, it is a weekly occurrence. It is not that I am willing when it comes to him. It is just that I have accepted that I cannot change the way things are with him.  I am complacent. I fought and I pleaded in the beginning, and the outcome was the same as if I was complacent. I think he enjoys it more when I protest, so I try not to fight. I hate my stepson. He is an entitled brat with mommy issues. He hates me because daddy traded in for a younger model. It devastated his mother and she took it out on him and now he takes it out on me. It is revenge that makes him treat me like shit. He blackmails me so I cannot run crying to daddy, or my nice cushy life is over. I let him string me up in the basement. He put a ball gag in me so I would not wake anyone in the house. His half-brothers were sound asleep. I know if they knew what kind of abuse I suffered at their big brother’s hands, they would try to kill him. I tried to be quiet for that reason alone. It was hard last night because he beat me with a belt buckle so hard, he cracked a rib. He cut me down when I was gasping for air, but instead of letting me go, he kicked me and fucked me. Left me on the cold concrete slab with bugs crawling around. I was handcuffed and ball gagged. I was not going anywhere soon, and no one was coming to save me.

Torture Sex on a Yacht

torture sexI went looking for trouble and found torture sex instead. I answered an ad I saw looking for a buxom blonde stripper. It was a private gig. All the clubs are closed now and honestly, I needed the money. It looked like a harmless gig. Some wealthy guy with a yacht throwing a party at sea. I wanted to be on a yacht. I have been cooped up inside for too long. Some fresh air, sunshine and horny men was just what I needed. When I arrived, everything seemed copasetic. This looked like rich married men wanting some action after a few months stuck at home with their wives. That was part of it, but their idea of fun was more like something out of one of the Hostel movies. They waited until we were out to sea to show their true colors. I was in the middle of a sexy striptease when one of the men used a cattle prod on me. Shocked the piss out of me. I was convulsing on the floor like I had a seizure. They all kicked me when I was down. They stopped for a second and the man who hired me started counting. I was not sure why, but when they backed off, I ran. I was on a yacht, not many places to go, but they clearly wanted to play cat and mouse. I thought I found a good hiding spot, but someone found me, and the game was over. They tied me to the stripper pole and whipped me. My skin was blistering and cracking. They did not stop there. They paid for me and they were going to fuck me too. They just saw me as a dumb whore no one would miss. They acted out their rape phone sex fantasies and tossed me in the ocean. I think they thought I would drown, but no one with tits as big as mine drowns. Luckily, we were only a couple miles out from land, and I washed up on the shore. They probably think I am still dead.  I hope they do because if they find out, I doubt they will fail at killing me again.