Torture Phone Sex with Cassandra: Arachnophobia

torture phone sex bondage punishmentI have new master. He is Australian; fancies himself a Crocodile Dundee type. Very rugged, very manly, very outdoorsy.  I thought he was just in spanking. I love being whipped and abused, especially my tits. But my new Master is a twisted fuck. After an hour of whipping me all over my body with a paddle, he dragged my red swollen body to a bedroom in the basement. He tied me to the bed spread eagle. I thought he was going to force himself on me or fuck me with a dildo. He just looked at me and said, “I hope you are afraid of spiders.” Then he closed the door and left. I was laying there on the bed not knowing what was going to happen when I started seeing things crawl across the ceiling. Before long the ceiling was infested with spiders: big hairy creepy ass spiders. It was like I was in a bad SyFy Channel movie.

I struggled to get myself free but he had me tied well to that bed. I started to hyperventilate. I would not say I have arachnophobia, but thousands of spiders above me makes it reasonable to panic. They were so many of them they started to fall on my body. Spiders began to swarm my breasts. The feeling of all those legs on me freaked me out. I was scared. I was panicky. They started biting me. I could feel the stings, the pain. It was worse than being paddled. I had no idea what kind of spiders were covering my body. I wanted to scream bloody murder but feared a spider would get in my mouth. I tried to escape in my head, but no such luck. I could not escape my fear. I had this vision that they would encase my body in a web. I was really starting to panic.

torture phone sex blonde big titsI started to cry. Deep sobbing kind of crying. My body was shaking. Master came in wearing some sort of body suit to keep the spiders off him. I begged him to let me go. Said I would do anything he wanted; that I would be the best submissive pet he ever had if he just let me go. I could hear him say, “Be careful what you ask for Cassandra, you might just get it.” But I was serious. This was torture. I would do anything to get these fucking spiders off my body. He let me go. He said it was a form of breaking me. In his world, spiders, snakes and rats are often all a stubborn bitch needs to be compliant. Well, it worked. I will fucking do anything he wants now. Anything is better than being helpless with a hoard of spiders covering your body.

Well, at least I hoped…..

 

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