“What’s the strangest object you’ve ever shoved in your ass during anal phone sex?” He asked me as he landed another blow with the flogger. I let out a cry, but started wracking my brain for the answer. There was, of course, things like cucumbers and broom handles, and even toothbrushes. Nah. I’ve had furry friend cocks up my tight fuck hole, a variety of them, but I knew these things weren’t the answer Master wanted.
He had me dressed up in my checkerboard body suit, my anal hook in and I was all bound up.
There was the time I anally fucked the stick shift in Master’s vehicle, or the toilet handle in a fast food bathroom. He hit me on each nipple, and my sweet dripping cunt got two lashes. I cried out in pain and pleasure, the mixture of the two turning me into some type of animal. I needed to focus; the strangest insertable item during anal phone sex? “Maybe that dildo carved out of chhurpi?” I whined as he slapped me across the face. Master gripped my pathetic young face in one hand, and pulled me close until he could bite my lower lip. I cried out; he pulled away and blood trickled down my chin. I licked at it eagerly.
Then, he held up a box. “This box is worth £100,000. Inside it is the strangest, albeit most expensive, thing to ever go in your ass, whore. This is a seven inch long mummified penis that was once attached to some English gentleman who became aroused during his hanging circa the eighteenth century.” Master was right; nothing would ever surpass this preserved biological dildo. He bent me over his knee, and lubed up my tight little rosebud before forcing this mummified prick deep into my submissive little ass hole!
Master fucked me with it for hours while I worked my shift on the phone sex lines. He was pressing small vibrators to my poor sweet clitty so that I would cum with this fucking foreign thing drilling me during my anal phone sex sessions. I’ll tell you what, everyone knew I wasn’t faking it, and I made so much money that night! No one believed me when I told them it was a mummified seven inch cock ramming me, though.
The only thing they believed is that I was an anal sex whore who does anything Master says. That there is the entire fucking truth.
I have sick fantasies that get me off, just like you do. In my darkest most masochistic fantasies, I’m walking down the street alone without any weapons. It’s night time, and it’s very dark; I can’t see very much. A black and looming windowless van pulls up along side me, and offers me a ride. When I say no, I get forced into the van, and hands gloved in latex grab me and bend me over. I know damn well they want to force their way into my fuck holes and violate me endlessly. Fuck the very thought gets me so wet my pretty pink panties are soaked! They flog me and violate me and have their fucking was with my sexy little fuck whore body! I love non consent scenes. I mean that. if you see me on the street, in the store, pumping gas, just grab me and drive away. Use me for your sick, carnal pleasure and then leave me in a puddle of your juices on some street corner, broken and destroyed.
