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BDSM Phone Sex Master’s new Toys

BDSM Phone SexMaster got new toys!

He strapped me to a table my arms outstretched and my legs forced open. He started with a slow massage, rubbing scented oil into my skin. Showing me a sharpened scalpel he held the blade against my cheek. He grinned at me as I gasped, feeling the cold metal against my cheek as he slid the blade oh so softly down my skin, over my neck, chest, tits, and over my stomach. He stopped with that sharp point right against my clit.

He just barely nicked the sensitive nub of nerves with that scalpel just once before he took a little egg, securing it against the clit. The slow stem of blood making the clit so much more sensitive. The trickle of blood mixing with my own flowing fluid. He took a toy that wasn’t like a dildo I’d seen before. It was pink, wide, and long. It had two black pads that had a wire that connected to a large black box. He then connected that to his phone and pressed a button and I felt little electric tremors of pleasure running straight from my pussy through the rest of my body.

It was intense and amazing and I came in seconds. Then he put clamps on my nipples, a plug up my ass, and oh my god sensation everywhere.

It just kept building and building, I couldn’t control it and just kept cumming and cumming.

Then, he changes the file and dripped red candle wax on my skin and just sent me over yet again…

I think this is my favorite of all the toys he’s showed me lately and I can’t wait to play with it again.

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Naughty Maid Phone SexI love being a Naughty Maid Phone Sex whore.

It makes me feel so naughty to wear that white and black uniform. Know that you’re watching me as I clean the house. Your eyes locked on my tits or ass as I bend over counters, mop and sweep floors, everything. It’s like your eyes just can’t get enough of me and that’s so sexy.

I love it when you drop someone on the floor, let me get between your knees to clean up the mess only to find your dirty cock right in front of my face. Well… A good maid has to make sure every inch is clean right? So of course I do the only logical thing and lick up that shaft. Tease it with my tongue and my lips. Suck hard and long until I’m 100% sure that you’re all clean and that build up you kept deep inside your balls is all over my tongue.

I know you love it when I show you just how big your load for me was. How I look in that pretty uniform before I swallow your cum. Then back to picking up the mess you made to get me there.

Making you all hard again as you get to watch my huge tits swing back and forth, all at your knees like the servant I am.

Snuff Phone Sex the Execution

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I never thought it was illegal to be a taboo adult phone sex whore.

But here I was, the day of my execution. I wasn’t sure if I was afraid or excited knowing that today was going to be my last day.

It definitely became fear as I heard the heavy clomp of boots moving closer to me. I looked up at the two guards who sneered at me before opening the door. “Ready bitch?” one guard asked. The other staying behind. I felt as though I was shaking “Is it really today?”

They both laughed at me, their laughter harder as I felt my face flush. “Strip bitch.” he commanded and I stood, unzipping the orange jumpsuit and shrugged out of it. My face hotter as I stood naked in front of the two guards.

“On all fours!” the guard commanded. I moved to all fours on the concrete floor in front of them. He reached down, grabbing my long hair he used it as a leash. “You’re crawling there bitch.”

He yanked on my hair, making me cry out in pain as he pulled me down the hall forcing me to try to keep up with him as he led me to what I was sure was the execution chamber.

It was a circular room with 12 people sitting behind a glass wall. I was forced to look at them all by the firm hand in my hair. I felt my blush spreading to my chest. I wanted to look away but he just wouldn’t let me and laughed at my embarrassment.

“Stand up bitch.” he commanded, pulling up hard on my hair to make me cry out as I struggled to my feet. He gave me another moment to meet the eyes of those people behind the wall as he explained “This slut is being executed today for her acts of treason. She is going to be tortured before being made to orgasm and electrocuted. Do you have anything to say slut?”

“Please forgive me for the crimes I’ve committed…” I commented, gasping as I found myself led by my hair to a spreader bar set up in the room. First he had me raise one arm and then the other. Cuffing and forcing them to stay spread before I positioned my legs my ankles cuffed also to keep my legs spread wide.

I wasn’t able to see what he grabbed next until I felt the heavy leather falls of a flogger cut across my back, the ends slapping to end it in a sharp pain that made me cry out. Again, and again, the flogger lashing across my back. Each hit making the burn spread further throughout my body.

He finally stopped and I felt like I could breathe again only to have him tell me “Open your mouth.” in his commanding tone. I did that and he shoved the handle of a snake whip he had far enough down my throat that I gagged on it.

“Keep it there slut. Don’t drop it.” he told me with a sadistic smile on his lips. He reached forward then. Taking my nipples between his fingers he squeezed, pulled, twisted. Making a sharp pain shoot through me and cry out from around the whip handle.

He pulled the handle from my mouth and smiled at me. “Good girl.” he teased, his hand resting against my cheek before he slapped me across my face. His hands grabbing my hair again as he forced me into a bending position. My arms muscles straining against the binds as he used his other hand to spread my pussy lips. “Just look how wet she is. What a slut. You like all these people watching you don’t you?”

“Yes sir.” I replied, crying out as he gave me a sharp slap to my wet pussy. Laughing at my predicament as he undid the cuffs around my ankles and wrists. “8 or 10?” he asked.

I was confused. “What?” I asked, screaming out and holding my side where a whip had cracked and broken the skin. “Don’t be stupid. 8 or 10 inches.” he repeated. Giving another crack against my thigh as I cried out “8!” he laughed again, this time the whip cracked against my ass. I could feel the lingering sharp stings against my skin and the slow tickle of blood as it dripped.

“Go to the chair.” he said, whipping me again as I looked at the intimidating chair with its ankle and wrist bindings, ones that went all the way up to prevent its victim from thrashing. There was a hole in the seat where I was sure the cock would go through and I felt another cutting blow as I stared to long as my mode of death.

I moved on shaky legs towards the chair. Feeling the bite of whip across my back, ass, arm, thigh, everywhere as he “encouraged” me along. Sitting on the cold metal with hot marks was a mix of comfort and stinging in an entire new way.

He wasted no time though, strapping my arms and legs to the chair. Pulling my hair behind me and trying it to an eyehook before using straps across my forehead and throat to prevent me from looking away or struggling.

He put 4 electrode pads on me. One to my inner thigh, another over my heart, one against the side of my throat, and one against my head. I felt nervous then, my breath speeding up as he went behind me. I could hear him messing with mechanical components before I felt the huge head of a fake cock pressing against my wet pussy.

I moaned, unable to help it. He turned it on low and it moved in and out of me slowly. It was so big and went so deep, I couldn’t help but feel that building of pressure. The toy increased in intensity and began to fuck me harder and faster, I moaned. My breath coming quick as it seemed to hit all the right spots and not stop.

I couldn’t help it, he knew what he was doing and was a master of the controls. I could feel myself cumming in no time and felt what started as a soft tickle turn into a searing pain and I cried out in a mix of pain and orgasm.

Then stopped, blinking as I thought to hard. “I’m not sure how to orgasm and die.” I looked at the false wall where a director and a sound guy stood. Heard a collective groan of the other cast members as he yelled “Cut!” and we all had a laugh about it as it appeared in the blooper reel later.

Just kidding, I was stuck in the chair. My entire body tensing and vibrating with the electricity coursing through it. My hands opening and closing against the arm of the chair as I felt my heart skip beats. My pussy felt almost like it was keeping in time and then it did it again, and again, each time the electricity pumped through my body I felt a bit fuzzier. The pain further away. The colors of the world just a shade different…

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Accomplice Phone Sex: Dinner to Order

Accomplice Phone SexMaster’s tastes have been getting a bit more extreme…

I think the hunting games have affected him more than he lets on.

Lately he’s been telling me how good I look, how tasty I am. He’s been pinching my thighs and waist. Telling me that I was to skinny and needed to eat more, that I’d fill out so nicely. I was really starting to fear for my own skin but… Master told me to go find a girl that matched what he was looking for.

A woman who was young, plump in all the right places, and who would cook well and be tasty.

Well, I did my best. I met a girl named Stephanie. She was pretty, vegan, kinda bitchy and annoying and someone I don’t think I’d really miss and I enjoyed the ironic yet morbid humor of what my plans were with her.

We had met online on a site for prospective models, her posts were desperate and she promised she would do anything as long as it was a paid gig. So of course I sent her an e-mail. I promised her an upfront pay of 200$ for just an interview, a view of her naked, and the discussion of the fetish material we’d be producing.

She took up that offer right away and was soon knocking on our door. Wearing much to much makeup and perfume. I smiled and invited her in, showed her the $200 I had with me and explained if she was selected and pictures were taken that we would pay her another $800 and I could see her excitement. So I took her to the basement and showed her the cage that my Master had purchased and informed her that many of the pictures would be taken in this and to get in so we could see if it was comfortable.

She was so giddy she didn’t take a second thought before she stepped into the cage and I closed the door. The lock falling into place. She looked at me confused and hurt. “What are you doing?”

I smiled sweetly. “Oh, it’s nothing this is just part of it. Strip for me while I get the camera to take some test shots. I have to get some of these to show my boss, and if you want the other $800 it’s a requirement.” she still looked worried but did as asked. I turned from her going through a bag before I came back, shooting her through the bars with the taser I had pulled from the bag.

She fell to the floor, twitching uncontrollably and pissing herself… It was pathetic.

Now the real work began though. I took a syringe from the bag, injecting her with a simple drug to keep her asleep while I worked. Based on the reviews online on petmed it didn’t affect the meat of food stock and helped to create a more humane slaughter and a softer more tender meat.

Dragging her out of the cage I got to work, putting an enema bag with a saline solution up her bag I let it drain into her, watching her stomach expand as I worked on shaving the limp doll like body of all it’s hair. Not missing any strand. Even removing her eyelashes and eyebrows as well as the long brown hair on top of her head. When that was done I pulled the enema needle from her ass, knowing she had already pissed made this step easier. I pushed on her stomach, pushing out all the salt water and shit onto the concrete floor. Then, I hosed her off. Using a stone and soap I exfoliated all the top layer of skin off leaving her smooth, shiny, and pink.

Now was the real hard part, dragging all that dead weight upstairs. Master had purchased a special pan for roasting women like this, and a spit. He totally redid our kitchen and I feel that with the work that went into it I wanted to surprise him. So I took the spit off of the open faced stone oven and used metal wire to tie her wrists, neck, ankles, hips, and chest to the spike before I began preparing her.

I put an apple in her mouth, securing it with another wire around her head to hold the apple gag in place. Then I took spices, pineapple, soy and sesame oil, onions, and celery and stuffed her pussy full until no more would fit inside of her. Then did the same with her ass. Making sure she was fully stuffed of all these yummy things before I prepared her skin.

Taking a sharp paring knife I scored her skin. Making her covered in long X’s that would cook her skin into a rind while allowing the extra fat to drip off and leaving her meat moist and tender.

Cleaning up the blood as best as I could before I took the seasoned oil we’d prepared with basil, garlic, oregano and a few other choice things covering her from head to toe with this oil.

She was starting to wake up, and I could hear the door close as Master came in. He grinned widely even as she began to cry, scream, and realize every cut was burning with oil and salt.

“Master… Will you help me put her over the fire?” I asked, my cheeks flushing at his pleasure. He was more than happy to help me and we watched together as she spun over and over, the fire licking at her flesh. Curling her skin. And eventually she stopped struggling and I have to admit… She didn’t smell half bad.Snuff Phone Sex

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Accomplice Phone Sex: Down the Rabbit Hole Climax

Accomplice Phone SexI could feel the tears in my eyes. My friend was dripping blood from numerous gashes over her body caused by a whip. There were dark purple bruises over her kidneys, hips, thighs… Blood was dripping from her pussy and the pipe shoved far as possible up her ass.

The Monster called me over. “Cut her tits.” he commanded as he kept grinding that pole up her ass, fucking her ruthlessly with it. I could feel the tears start to overflow from my eyes as I shook my head. He grabbed my throat, fingers squeezing against my jugular making me see stars and feel light headed. “Do it bitch, or it’s your turn next.” he said to me with absolute calm, I believed this man would hurt me unless I hurt my friend. It made it harder to keep that self preservation when even through all the pain she was experiencing she growled at him to protect me. He laughed and let me go but with a shaky breath and a sob I whispered to her. “I’m so sorry… So… so… sorry.” my voice broke with the last sorry even as I ran that knife across one tit then the other. The sharp blade moving through the skin as if she was made of butter.

I winced as he kissed my cheek, gave it a condescending tap. “Good slut.” he told me as he left the pipe in her ass and came to take the knife from me. He took no time in turning from me and to her, the blade sliding into her skin causing a startled cry from both of us as he buried the knife to the hilt in her stomach.

WIth a triumphant laugh as he felt heard her wet breathing struggling breath. The warm feeling of her blood flowing over his hands and over his hard dick tenting his shorts he wore. He giggled… Actually fucking giggled… Pushing his shorts down to free his dick he moaned as he felt that dark red blood drip and cover his before grabbing Marley. Shoving it into her abused and raw pussy.

I could see the pipe slipping from her ass… The blood dripping out of her mouth as he made the knife fuck her stomach over and over, in time with his cock. It was like he was timing himself. Eviscerating her before he came, giving out his groan of pleasure. Shaking with the pleasure of his orgasm even as she coughed for the last time. Spitting blood all over his face even as the pipe crashed loudly to the ground. Pulling me from the trance I had apparently gone into.

I felt the world blur as she hung there limp, her muscles relaxing sending bloody piss down her thighs to mix with the huge puddle of blood and cum on the floor. The Monster came up to me, a smug smile on his face. He patted my cheek and I felt the sticky blood left on it by his hand even as he pulled his shorts up. “Remember slut. I know where you live now, and…” he took my chin making me look at my friend. “You would be such a good fuck.” he whispered in my ear, letting me feel the blood he left on my face again. “So… This is our little secret and your new problem isn’t it.” he whispered, his tongue licking over the edge of my ear. Making me recoil and gag. I was shaking and I had no idea what to do. My friend was dead and if I did anything to help her I would be too…

I felt the screaming sob ripped from my body as I fell to my ass on the floor. My body shaking uncontrollably as I tried to breath through the sobs. He left me then covered in blood and letting my door click shut behind him, my friend dripping from the ceiling and me with the smell of shit, piss, sex, blood and murder in the air.

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Snuff Phone Sex The Hunting Game

Snuff Phone SexMaster is getting into some seriously weird shit.

I’m starting to worry…

He got invited to this thing called the “hunting game” where apparently various Masters hunt girls and then they eat them… I’ve never really heard of that type of play before and it sounded a little extreme. Even for me.

He wanted to go though so off we went for the 4 hour drive to the middle of nowhere. I could tell that I looked nervous because Master kept doing his best to comfort me and assure me that everything would be okay. That I would be part of the kitchen staff and no one would hunt me.

I couldn’t shake this feeling of unease though and as we pulled into the long driveway to a nicely sized home he stopped behind the others that had already arrived.

The other Masters greeted mine with joy and even offered me a handshake and explained where the kitchen was and that the other girls would explain my duties when the time came. Then they brought Master a gun, it was a hunting rifle like one that would be used for deer and didn’t have any of the orange marks that a bb gun would have or a Co2 tank as with an air gun.

I opened my mouth to ask if it was a real gun but the look my Master gave me shut me up. He did not want me to embarrass him in front of the others by questioning his motives. So, I waited, quietly until one Master called out for his slave to take me to the kitchen and explain.

She looked nervous also, talking too quickly as she pointed out various objects around the house. Taking me out back to show me the cage of “pigs” which were all women with a pig snout tied onto their faces. Most of them were crying, huddled together, and when they saw us they begged for us to help them.

I wanted to help them so bad, find out what was going on… I don’t know why they were so scared, it was just a game the Master’s played right? The look the other slave gave me though, begged me to do as I was told and not to ask questions. It made me wonder if the girls in the cage were the ones who did…

She took me to a fire pit outside of the kitchen, it was huge and looked almost as if it could roast a full sized pig or cow on the spit that ran across it. “We’re going to be using this mostly for tonight’s dinner. This hunting game should last only 4 nights and we will be expected to cook a meal each of those nights without question or complaint.” that statement put me right back into my nervous state and it only got worse when I heard the sound of screeching metal combined with girls screaming and begging. “Move you fucking sluts!” a male voice yelled and I had a feeling the games were about to begin…

I was taken to the kitchen with other sober slaves, all preparing food for later. Peeling potatoes, cutting onions, it was obvious they were getting ready for a feast but there was no meat at anyone’s station. Before I could question it I was placed with the girls who were peeling potatoes and lost myself in the task until I heard raucous laughter and cheers of victory. “We caught two sweetling.” a blood covered man came into the kitchen and kissed the slave who showed me around with passion. He was worked up from the hunt I thought, and obviously from the butchering of the animal they caught. As more men were bringing in skinned haunches of meat and placing them into the freezer.

“You know what to do now baby.” and she nodded, smiling at him with a caress to his hard cock. “Alright girls! Time to go outside and roast the pig!’ she commanded. Leading us all out where I saw one of the girls from the cage… Her snout gone, her eyes glassy and unseeing, and her belly cut open where she had obviously been gutted and threaded through the spit. It going in her ass and out her mouth. The girls, without saying a word moved to tie her hands with metal wires behind her back, and her ankles up and to her thighs where her knees were connected under the spit to keep her limbs from flopping. A girl looked at me wondering why I wasn’t helping and the leader gave me a straight razor to shave her hair off…

I wasn’t sure I wanted to be here anymore… What did Master get involved in and would I have to do the unthinkable tonight? I was not looking forward to dinner.

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Accomplice Phone Sex: Down the Rabbit Hole Part 2

Accomplice Phone SexI could see the blood dripping from Marley’s body. The whip had hit hard and ripped her apart leaving angry red gashes and ribbons of blood that dripped from her onto the floor. I felt my hands shaking as he came back to me. Handing me the whip back as he took the pipe. I could feel tears in my eyes at watching the treatment my friend was going through and worked hard to blink them back even though I knew he made me into a Accomplice Phone Sex whore.

Marley took a deep breath and I could see her shaking with fear as he smiled at her with a look I’d never seen on anyone’s face before. I was sure that he was what monsters would look like for real and I was afraid of him in that moment… He swung hard, putting all his weight into the pipe as he hit right between her hips and ribs on her kidney. She screamed, her body going lax against the rope as a pained sob ripped from her body. He did the same on the other side, leaving angry red marks mixed with the welts. He hit each kidney again with the same intensity, knocking the breath from her and leaving her a shaking pile of flayed nerves. I couldn’t even come close to imaging the pain that she was going through. He then swung again, the sound of the metal pipe cutting through the air brought my attention as he hit each hip hard enough for me to worry that he had chipped her bone. Then again on her thighs. Making her sobs and screams louder and louder. When he finally stopped she sniffed, whimpered, tears falling to mix with the blood on the floor as she shook from the pain and sobbing.

He stopped, just watching her for a moment. His hand absently rubbing against his hard cock. I couldn’t believe that he was inside of me and so loving hours before. He waited for her to recover enough to look at him and with a smile that actually managed to get worse he moved closer to her. The fear came off of Marley in waves, she was terrified and begging for him to stop. I don’t think she was even aware of it. She just wanted so badly for this to stop and I wanted nothing more than to help her stop it… But if I tried I know he’d do the same to me so being the coward that I am I watched.

My insides hurt for her as she screamed. He had taken the pipe and forced it up inside of her pussy trying to put every inch inside of her and force the metal past her cervix. He pulled it out then shoved it again, again, and again… His hand was covered in her blood. It seeped from her pussy where he ruined her flesh. Forced open her body in a way that it shouldn’t have been done. She screamed, tried to move away, stood on her tip toes, kicked out, anything to make the pain he was causing her to stop… It seemed only to excite him more though, make his thrusts harder and deeper. She realized it too and did her best to stop moving. Bit her lip until it bled in an effort to not scream.

It didn’t help though… He kept going and going. The puddle of blood from her pussy bigger than the puddles from her whipping at this point. She sobbed with relief when he pulled out the pipe red and shiny with her blood and flesh. I was hopeful he would be done, give her the relief I so badly wanted her to have but he took it around. Using her blood as lube and shoved the pipe up her ass. Making her scream, her eyes shiny and overflowing with tears pleaded with me to help her and I gave her a thumbs up as I mouthed “I’m so sorry.”

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BDSM Phone Sex: Sharing the Slave

BDSM Phone SexMaster has learned that he loves to share.

He loves to make me scream, cry, and cum for him. Pleasure him in a way that only someone who can give all of themselves can…

But he takes a pride in watching another man hurt me and use me.

I take pleasure in it all.

Cut me, burn me, hit me, fuck me until I bleed… Just remember to let me cum or I’ll go crazy.

I’m thankful that those I work with have made it so easy to abuse and use me.

They have some amazing specials that let those who want to hurt me do it even longer…

What do you say? Would you like to twist my nipples? Bite me so hard I bleed? Fuck me up the ass without lube?

Hell, you could even piss in my mouth and make me drink it. Shit on me and make me rub it into my skin or lick it off my fingers.

I’m a well trained slave and watching me be used well is my Master’s favorite thing.

Just hurt me, please, that’s all I want is for you to take pleasure from my cries.

Do I have to beg harder? Kneel on rice and crawl to you on my hands and knees before you’ll pull my hair and hit me?

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Big tit fucking and the La Petite Mort

Big tit fucking“I want to smother you with my tits.” I told my boyfriend. He just laughed and pulled at the ties I had used to tie his wrists to the head board. He sounded a bit nervous as he looked down at my grinning face “Well… Hun, that might not be good… I like living after all…” I just giggled and moved down his chest giving him little nips and kisses over his chest and stomach.

He groaned under the attention, he could feel my tits drag down his body with me. He loved my tits more than anything else and his hips bucked as they went over his cock. “Fuck babe.” he whimpered as I let them sway back and forth and around his cock. His precum spreading over my tits before I finished my trip down and licked at the tip. Swirling my tongue around it and giving it a hard quick suck that made him gasp.

I followed it by wrapping my tits around his throbbing cock making him give me a new squirt of his thick precum. I didn’t even have to move, he was so enthralled with the feeling of my tits that he thrust himself up and down between them. His breathing hitching as he went faster and faster before he trembled. Covering my massive tits in his cum. I tsked at him “Naughty boy, what did we say about asking?” his cheeks flushed and he just gave me a shit eating grin and shrugged.

I moved my way back up his body, putting my tits against his lips. “Lick it clean babe.” he wrinkled his nose, he didn’t like his own taste but licked and sucked my tits clean like a good boy.

I wasn’t ready to let him up though, I felt like I should show him just where his place is and how much power I really hold over him and I squeezed my tits together tight and put them against his face. At first he moaned and motor boated me. I giggled as his facial hair tickled but soon as he realized it was hard to breathe when tits this big were in your face he started to pull, thrash, and try to move me. I just pushed harder, not letting that precious air to him that he so badly wants.

Then the fucker bit me! I felt the sharp dig of teeth on my breast and it hurt like a mother fucker! That bastard! I was thinking of letting him breathe as just the last moment, after all a little breath play never hurt anyone but that fucking hurt. The bastard…

I held those massive tits against his face until the fucker stopped moving, going limp on the bed and then I held on. Making sure that the fucker who would bite and mark my perfect tits wouldn’t get the chance to do it again.