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Rape phone sex fantasies the Boss

Rape phone sex fantasiesSo I found out that Master was putting up videos of me online.

Would you like to know how I found out?

My boss called me into his office, I’m just a lowly paper pusher. So I’m not sure why he would call me into his office. Or why when I got in he wouldn’t be there. I walked into the office looking around and was surprised when the door clicked behind me. I gasped and turned around barely able to register it was my boss before he pushed me into a chair. Holding me down by my throat as he tied me to the chair hostage style. Putting a gag in my mouth and my arms to my side.

“You’re such a teasing little bitch you know.” he grinned at me as I stared at him with wide scared eyes. He giggled, actually giggled. “Oh, don’t worry poppet, I won’t hurt you much. I saw those videos of you online you kinky little slut.”

Imagine my surprise at that, wondering how he could have seen me. How he would know I was a kinky girl… Then it dawned on me…

I didn’t have enough time to be upset at my Master before my boss decided it was time to take liberties. He undid the buttons to my top and pulling my tits out of my breasts. Slapping them until I whimper in the gag, tears in my eyes.

I knew he was going to force me to fuck him.

His fingers clumsy against my pussy his fucking me painful leaving me squirming and crying against the gag. His pudgy cock leaving a wet spot against his pants and he practically drooled on me.

I didn’t know what his full intentions were for me I just knew that I’d have to have a talk with Master later… If, I could manage the words.

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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.

Daddy’s Little Pain Slut Phone Sex Whore

pain slut phone sexDo I look like a pain slut phone sex junkie? I love pain. It all started as a young girl. I was a cutter.  My therapist said I cut myself to feel in control of my out of control life because my daddy  and his friends violated me constantly. I think that is psycho babble. I think I cut myself to try to recreate the pain of daddy and his friends fucking me with their big cocks. Daddy had a nose candy problem. His dealer was this sexy bald African American man with a monster cock and a penchant for young white girls. Just about weekly I was whored out to him so daddy could score his drugs. Jermaine, or Uncle Jerry as I called him, had a huge cock. Even now as a seasoned cock whore, I know Uncle Jerry had a huge cock that could still stretch my well fucked pussy and ass beyond normal limits. I grew up craving pain because I experienced a lot of it as a young girl. Don’t feel sorry for me. I loved it. If I was experiencing pain, it meant I was getting fucked well. I loved getting well fucked. I didn’t think of myself as being molested or abused. I was loved. Uncle Jerry and Daddy loved my hot teen body so much they had to share me with their friends. I was so hot they lost control sometimes . No one ever fucked me as hard as Uncle Jerry and his friends. I am a phone sex submissive because I know that if I am an obedient little fuck slut, I will get fucked really hard. And when I can’t get my ass and cunt violated roughly, I can inflict pain on myself to recreate the euphoria I feel when my fuck holes are savagely fucked.

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Life is pointless in many ways. When I got with my master, I found my place in the world. No, its not a good place but I accept what I am. A worthless cum guzzling slut. I keep my head down as I hear master clear his throat. He has me strapped to a metal table. Kind of one of those you see in horror movies. Only difference is that he has my legs spread wide open with one of those pussy spreader devices. I can feel the cold breeze from the small window tickle my clit. Master sets down his tray of various torture devices. He first picks up the nipple clamps and pulls my titties until I whimper slightly. Then, clamps it down on my hard tip and then the other. It hurts enough to be uncomfortable but not enough to actually cry. Master goes down to my spread open pussy and gets something big. Its one of those massive dildos the ones you see that make fist fucking look easy to handle. OH GOD! He takes some lubrication and rubs it all over the cock. The more that I’m looking at it as its raised in the air I see it must be at least 24″ long and about as round as a 1 liter bottle of cola. Hes gonna rip my pussy apart. ==cries softly== Master smiles at me with those devil eyes. “Ready my sweet”, he laughs an evil laugh. He raises up the gigantic cock and pushes it into me just a little. I scream from the pain and its barely inside me. He pushes it farther inside and I feel as if my pussy is going to rip in half. Every time he pushed it in I screamed more, louder and louder each time! I could feel my muff ripping! He pushed and pushed until I could feel it inside of my stomach. It was like it was pushing everything inside me when will this stop! Master started moving it in and out. My overly stretched pussy was getting wet even tho I was crying loudly from the pain. He picked up speed and I didn’t know if I was actually screaming aloud. My throat was so dry and horse. He rammed it in and out over and over. Faster and Faster! Then he pulled it out of me. Mater smiled as he looked at my bleeding battered fuck hole. Then he rammed the huge dildo back inside of me and kept pushing it as hard as he could until I screamed one last time. Then let go of it and walked away.

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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Forced Intoxication Phone Sex Isis

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I love watching new little brats. I try really hard to make the first time a lot of fun. So I can get to check out the house, have the brats like me and get the parents to call me again. When I put your little brats to bed I love to tell them a bed time story. They are showered and in the pj’s. Bellies full of milk and cookies. Teeth brushed and hair perfectly untangles. They are all tucked into bed ready to go asleep and I ask them if they want to hear a scary bed time story! They were so excited! I sat on the edge of their bed after I turned off the lights. The night light gives enough light for them to see my face and only my face. I relax and slip my panties to the side. I start to play with my pussy as I tell them of the evil babysitter. She has her friends waiting at the end of the street.

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They are waiting for your mommy and daddy to leave. They walk in the door with their hands full of beer, vodka, and their pockets full of cash for me and enough dope to make Snoop Dog say no. My friends start ripping their little clothes off their bodies. Smack, biting, pinching, licking and sniffing their bodies as they are tossed around like rag dolls. Rubbing my pussy that is just getting wetter and wetter. Now to the good park. The evil babysitter and her friends make the little brats drink a whole bottle of vodka forcing them to get drunk! It will also help her friends fuck their tiny little fucking pussies! The little one’s I am telling my naughty story too start to get so scared but loopy at the same time. That’s when I tell them the evil babysitter is me and I cover them in my pussy juices as I squirt all over their little faces. After they pass out. I am going to take pictures of their little pussies and sell them to my friends for the next time I watch them. 

Snuff Phone Sex Fantasies

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex fantasies excite me as a submissive whore. I average a few kill calls a day. There is something about me that makes men want to do very bad things to me.Maybe it is my pretty looks or my my big tits. What do you think?  I can’t blame them. I know I am nothing more than a dumb bimbo here for your pleasure. I am the girl men keep on the side to humiliate and abuse. I have a few regulars who call me weekly to kill me. I die weekly and love it. Some weeks, I die daily. I love hearing your creative ways to torture and kill me. There are literally a million ways to die. Sometimes, if I am lucky, a man wants to know how I would like to bite the dust. I love blood and guts. Today, a caller ask ed me how he wanted to kill me. He wanted me to get off on the call too. I said violently and not quickly. You see I am a pain slut. I want to enjoy my slow torturous death. We talked about horror movies and I shared that Medieval torture really got my cunt wet. So brutal. Totally barbaric. There was a pause as his wheels turned. Then out of no where he clubbed me like a baby seal. Big barbed wire bat to the head. Didn’t kill me, but stunted me. Made me a retarded bitch. Blood and brain matter spilled from the gaping hole in my head. My blonde locks turned a crimson red. As I laid in a pool of my own blood slowly dying, he jacked off on my brains. Gruesome, brutal and the definition of hot fantasy phone sex for a submissive slut like me. How would you like to snuff me out?

Spanking Phone Sex with Isis

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Babysitting is a handful. I hate little ones really but I get to do so much to them and their parents never know! I watched a little brat last night. She was a monster. She started screaming and crying before her parents even left. I was holding her and trying to sooth her as her mommy and daddy left. As soon as I saw the headlights go down the drive way I dropped that little witch on the hard tile. That little fucking cunt got her snot and tears all over me. The dumb little cunt came crawling over to me wanted to be picked up and loved on. I picked that stupid little bitch up by her tiny little head, laid her down on my knees and started pounding her bare ass with my hand. Spanking her until she screamed so much she passed out. I love to spank little crying brats. I just love seeing their bare bottoms turn dark red as I spank them !

 

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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