Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Men of All Ages Harbor

rape phone sex fantasiesMost men harbor rape phone sex fantasies. That’s why phone sex lines like mine exist. A virtual force fuck may not feel as gratifying, but it keeps you out of jail. I overheard two young guys at the BDSM club talking about how it should be their right to take their wife whenever they want. If they get married, she’s property. It shocked me to hear such young guys talking like that. In my world, mostly older men think like that. Many old school men believe the wife stays at home, cooks and raises the family. But even my master beliefs in safe words and wants my consent.

These two boys appear to be trust fund boys. They come from money. And they’ve never known struggle. They don’t know rock bottom because of their financial net to catch them when they fall. Money gets them out of trouble. I’ve never really known that.

Master asked that I come to the club Friday morning to make sure everything appeared stocked for the party that evening. Two of the newer members, the trust fund boys, waited for the club to open. I figured why not let them in since I would be there for a couple hours stocking the bar and preparing for the party later.

The boys just wanted to smoke a stogie and enjoy some bourbon. So, I let them. That was my mistake. Perhaps they wanted me to hear their conversation. But I acted like I was in my own world. The way they talked reminded me of my father. That scared me. I am submissive whore, but misogynistic men scare me. They do not follow any rules.

Sometimes, It’s Better That Master Does Not Know Everything

After I finished inventory and party prep, I told the boys I needed to close the bar, but they could come back tonight. But they did not want to hear that. They told me that since my master is not around, I should listen to them. That was a mistake on their part. Master would bar them from the club just for that. So, I insisted they leave. But they weren’t going to let a submissive woman or any woman tell them what to do. They came behind the bar and pinned me in a corner.

They started to grope my tits and choke me too. One of them even slapped me repeatedly. My body belongs to my master. And  he wouldn’t accept this behavior. Everybody that’s a member of this BDSM club knows they can only tie me up and spank me. Anything else requires master’s approval. I’m his prized pony. Something that hasn’t happened in a long time happened. They force fucked me..

But I know these boys can get away with murder. Their last name and their money buys them a get out of jail free card every time. I knew if I pushed this master or I could end up dead. So, I just laid there like a rag doll. And two guys not even born yet when I became a submissive sex slave, fucked my ass and my pussy. Left me full of cum. Ligature marks around my neck too. My battered ass and pussy look like raw hamburger meat. Those boys did a number on me. But in their world, I only exist for their pleasure. So, what do you think? Do I exist only for your pleasure too?

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