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Medical Fetish Phone Sex Fantasy

medical fetish phone sexDo you have a medical fetish phone sex fantasy? I cannot believe I am saying this, but I want to be your victim for it. Some of you can go wicked dark on me too. I love a good fantasy, but I am a pain slut too. I like some torture. Pain is how I cum best, but too much pain and I cannot have an orgasm. That may surprise some of you, but that is how it is for a slave. Too much of a bad thing lol. I hooked up with this guy named Harold last week. I have not fucked since. That is some sort of record for me. Let me tell you the story. Harold, I know from the BDSM circuit. He is a master and a photographer. He has done many of my fetish shoots over the years. He was in town scouting some new talent and asked if I wanted to hook up. We text and stay in touch on social media, but we have never fucked. He prefers young girls. The kind that could get him arrested. I went to his Air B and B and was surprised to see a teen girl with him. At first, I thought I was going to help break the little bitch in, but that was not the case. He was training her to punish and torture used up old whores as he put it. Before the light bulb went off in my head, they jumped me and tied me up. The young girl stripped me naked and started using a taser security guards use on my girl parts. My pussy was tased. My tits were tased too. I pissed myself. I could smell and feel my flesh burning. Harold never touched me. Just his cum did. He shot a load of jizz on my mutilated girl parts and then high fived his protégé. I never saw it coming the torture sex of my girl parts. Now, I am healing until I let my guard down the next time.

Why I Prefer Knife Play Phone Sex

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Knife play phone sex is near and dear to me. I am a cutter. I do not cut myself. I cut others, maybe even you. I love the sight of blood. I like the sound of skin tearing. I like cries, whimpers, and screams. Sure, I could shoot some one dead but no fun in that for me. One bullet and a thud. It is over quickly. A knife, however, can inflict pain for hours. A knife can do a lot more than a gun. It can castrate a tiny dicked tool. It can stab the cunt of a trailer trash whore. It can dismember body parts. It can skin the flesh off a person. I can gut a little whore like a pig. I can disfigure a vain cunt.  A knife is perfect for torture sex. A gun is what a hothead uses. I do not partake in crimes of passion or anger. I do not just stab a person. I plan it out. That is how I have never been detected. I plot. I hunt. I observe the patterns of my prey. No rush in killing either. I take my time, so my victim feels the pain and feels the impending death. That is what gets my cunt wet. I am a hunter. I get off on stalking and planning some little slut’s death or even some grown ass prick’s death. You can have your guns. I will keep sharpening my knives and planning my crimes. Care to join me?

Sadistic Men Snuffed a Whore

It was another online ap I tried because I needed money. I’m a shameless pain slut and figured it was easy money for a bimbo like me. These men were extremely sadistic and rich and wanted snuff sex. They pay well for getting their twisted fantasies fulfilled. It rarely matters what happens with the “Whores” they hired for their needs. Once they get their fix and cum they are done with the garbage. I was just one of them. I never realized the more money an uptight prick has the darker his needs became. I was pulled into the Presidential suite and stripped down. He directed me to the shower to wash my filthy trashy body clean. He controlled the water and made it so hot my skin was red. Then without a warning the water cascading over my red burning flesh was like being submerged in ice. Once he felt I was clean enough he gave me a towel to dry off and put a collar and leash on me. I was forced to crawl on the floor out of the bathroom and suck off the cocks of three men in the room while they slapped me and pinched at my tits. He stood behind me whipping me. My backside was searing with pain and lashes that were bleeding. He laughed at me and shoved a big butt plug in my ass while telling me to shut the fuck up and drain those balls like a good whore. The deeper those cocks got in my throat the wetter I got. They laughed some more then they all got quiet. The three guys left the room abruptly. I was blindfolded. The rooms tension got thick once I realized it was just me and this Master. He clipped something on my collar and lifted me by my throat. I was being hung as he jerked off. I fell out of consciousness and at some point the three men returned and let me down, they hauled me out in a piece of luggage and dumped behind the hotel near the dumpsters.

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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.

Fantasy phone sex whore

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I love being a dark and twisted fantasy phone sex slut. I spend night after night having the most kinky and naughty fun you can imagine.I get to play with my wet, slutty hole for you, while you tell me all the sick and depraved things you want to do to me. My whore cunt gets wet at just the thought of being tortured and used as a pain slut and then snuffed out. In my wildest fantasy, I would be bound and gagged, whipped, beaten and force fucked before you end my pathetic excuse for a life. I want to be your pain slut and cum for you as you’re torturing me, beating me and destroying my holes. Whip me until my skin splits open and blood trickles down my slutty, disgusting body. There is no limit to what you can do with a worthless slut like me. Snuff me out after you use and torture me, then dump me somewhere like some kind of disposable fuck puppet. I can’t wait to see what you have planned for a slut like me.

 

Torture Phone Sex is Therapeutic

torture phone sexWe could all use a little torture phone sex right now. Inflicting pain is therapeutic. Let us hunt for a victim that we can work our anger issues out on together. The world is full of useless cunts and pricks. Hell, you may be one of them. I met this guy at the grocery store. Meet is too strong of a word. He was all up in my personal space with no mask. He tried to hit on me. Got right up in my face like there is no pandemic and gave me a lame come on. I told him to back off and tried to kiss me. The mother fucker tried to kiss me. For a quick moment, I thought about gutting him like a pig in aisle 7. I wanted this mother fucker dead. Natural selection would kill him sooner or later, but I wanted to speed up the process. I followed him out to the parking lot and gave him my address. The look on his face was priceless. He thought he was getting lucky with a Goth girl. Nope. He was getting sliced and diced. He was getting torture sex. I drugged his whisky and while he was passed out, I dragged his body onto a sheet of plastic. I did not want his blood on my floors. Normally, I kill and maim in my cabin in the woods, but these are not normal times. I was impulsive, which I never am, but this asshole needed taught a lesson. I did not kill him. I castrated him. I took his nuts. I used a rusty blade and I waited before I cauterized the wound. He bled like a stuck pig. He was awake for it thankfully. I like to torture when my victim can feel it. I am a sick bitch. I had him tied down, so he would not escape. I neutered the bastard. Just like I will neuter you if you come at me like a dog in heat. Castration phone sex is my favorite hobby.

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My Own Ass Rape Porn Show

ass rape pornI made an ass rape porn last night. Only, there was no other person involved for once. Normally, some man is using my ass like a chew toy. I needed money. Business has been slow. My husband owns his own business, which is non-essential, so little money is coming into the house right now. I know lots of men are stuck at home with time on their hands. I decided to get on a cam show. I have learned a few things over the years about modern technology. I have lots huge sex toys because I am a kinky bitch. I am no stranger to big cocks or lots of cock up my ass. I am just not usually getting paid to be violated nor am I the one violating myself. I took matters into my own hands. I got viewers to pay to watch me in my own home violate my tight ass. There are plenty of men who enjoy anal torture sex shows. Watching me live assured them I was for real too. I laid out all the sexy toys I had, and several things not deemed for the ass like a baseball bat, a rolling pin and a wine bottle. For the first ten minutes of the show, I just masturbated and talked about my dark desires. After that, the game was on. Men paid to watch me insert things in my ass. I had this one 13-inch long, 9-inch wide black butt plug I scored at a dirty bookstore before shit shut down. There was a bidding war on that toy in my ass. I went with the highest bidder and his bid was more than all the other bids for all the other toys combined. Men wanted to see if I could take something that big and thick up my ass. I did, but not without a lot of pain and a huge mess. That was the thickest thing I ever had up my ass, but I loved every moment of it.

Fantasy Phone Sex Switch Victim – Mistress

He called me to do a fantasy phone sex call. He was a whore lover of mine and loved the big black dicks as much as I do. It was his will to help me please my Master and all of the other women he owned. He was my bitch. He helped me so much with my reclaiming of my Master. I hated him with other women. I wanted to be his Queen. I wanted his BBC all to myself. All the other bitches needed to die. I wanted them out of my way. I’m always the victim, but I came up with a plan. I decided to poison the other bitches and let them all get sick and start vomiting as they tried pleasing my Master. I wanted him disgusted by them and to have them taken out and be used up and destroyed in some brutal gangbang rape porn. I was so delighted as I watched the whole thing unfold as I sat on the throne next to my Big black cock Beast of an owner. I am the best Mistress for him and I will be a victim to his abuse anytime, as long as no other bitches try taking my spotlight.

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Much Deserved Torture Sex

Torture sexI was tied up, it all happened so quickly. I came to serve the Master. He told me he had a surprise. I thought he had found our newest victim. It was unexpected when he grabbed me and dragged me into the dungeon. My legs sliding, scraping against the cold stony ground. My hands tied together and placed on a hook leaving me to hang, the smell of death in the air. I truly thought today was the day my value ran out. That I was about to be disposed of, I was actually getting a little excited. When Master turned around with a sharp blade I imagined it being thrust in and out of me. However, he had different plans. He took the blade and cupped my breast with his free hand and began to carve into my skins. It stung and I tried my best not to whimper as I knew it would upset him, but I just couldn’t help it. Each new cut was done purposely to cause pain. Master was branding me, he wanted the mark to remain as a scar for the rest of my days so he needed it to be deep and to hurt. For my whimpering, though he decided to make me really scream. With the same blade, he brought it down to my pussy the cool sharp point pressed against my clit. Slowly piercing it the pain was unbearable. The more I scream the more he made it hurt until he was fucking the blade into my cunt, screaming at me to keep going, to fuck his blade. There was a bright puddle of blood collecting on the ground by the time I was cut down, still in pain even now, but still can’t stop touching myself.

Torture Sex of My Boobs

torture sexI deserved torture sex. After all, I was put on this earth to please men. Master told me I needed to be a cock pleaser, not a cock teaser. Too many women just tease. I teased his friends. He had a poker game on quarantine. They just sat farther away from each other than usual. I had to wear a face mask. Nothing else. I wore high heels too. Of course, I would be a cock teaser. My big 38 DD’s were in their faces. My ass was too. Only Master’s cock was on my mind, however. His poker bodies smacked my ass, fingered my cunt, grabbed my tits, but I never touched them though. I thought that would get me punished or worse. Turns out not touching his poker pals got me beaten and tortured. Master wanted me to be a whore, but he never told me that. Since I cock teased his friends, he dragged me to the basement. He tied me up and tortured my boobs. Thick rope bound them; made them stick out like torpedoes. That is when he started punching them. I think he busted one of my saline bags. I yelled in pain like a wounded animal. I could see my boob all lopsided. They were turning purple. Master was hard as a rock as he bit my nipples and punched my fun bags. I passed a pain threshold I did not know I had. My boobs were hanging down and mishappen. I was in pain. All because I did not get master’s friends off. I think I was damned if I do, dammed if I don’t. Master just wanted to abuse me for shits and giggles. Torture phone sex is a sadistic man’s favorite way to pass time under quarantine. I will be lucky if I survive this.