Taboo phone sex is my specialty. I do the things most women won’t even consider. That is because I am a submissive whore. My only goal in life is to serve men, no matter how dark their fantasies may be. I was raised to put men’s needs first. My father was never loving with me. I was daddy’s slave. He pimped me out and used me for his own sexual needs. I never minded because I knew I was lucky he put a roof over my head and clothes on my bimbo body. Although, I have not seen daddy in years, I am naturally attracted to older men with a dark side. Sometimes, I regret that I have daddy issues. It leads me down a dark path more often than not. When I met Brian on the dark net, he seemed like the perfect bad daddy for me. He was into punishing girls. He sounded like an old school BDSM man, but when I met him, he was something far more sinister. He pushed me into the basement of his nice house. I was stripped naked and tied to a rack where he whipped me until I bled. I felt like a nigger slave who had fled the plantation and got caught. He was much crueler than he led me to believe. I was thinking spanking, bondage and maybe some flogging, but he tore the flesh from my bones and urinated into my bleeding wounds. It was both humiliating and painful. His cock was rock hard. “I like punishing you baby girl,” he said as he whipped me with one hand, and jacked off with the other. I was fighting back the tears. My real daddy punished me harder if I cried. Turned out this daddy wanted me to cry because when I couldn’t fight back my tears anymore, he stopped whipping me. I guess I need to work on being a better whore so I can know what my daddies want from their little whore.
I loved watching him die, it was so hot to see that moment when he just gave up, lost all hope and just faded away. I mean really, what did he expect with a name like Francis? That’s a wimpy, girly kind of name don’t you think? He was bound to grow up to be a weak, spineless man… honestly it’s no wonder that he ended up here about to die in front of all these people. Poor little bitch was terrified and shaking, he begged for his life but I ignored his pleas and just beat him unmercifully until he was gasping for air and half unconscious. He could barely speak but he was still begging for his life and all I could do was laugh! Why should I let a little bitch boy named Francis live??? With a name like that he’s better off dead!
