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Rape phone sex fantasies

Rape phone sex fantasiesMy boss had been eying me for months now. I’ve been a good girl and putting him off as my Master has not given me permission to play with him. So I was rather surprised when I was working on some filing in his office when I felt a sharp pain across the back of my head making everything go black. I have no idea how long I’d been out but I woke up to a splitting headache. My mouth dry and in pain. Hands behind my back, knees tied together, and my ankles tied together. I tried to cry out but the gag in my mouth wouldn’t let me make much noise and I looking around realized I was in a house but I didn’t didn’t really get a chance to look before I saw bare ankles and hairy legs in front of my line of sight and then I heard my boss’ voice. Good you’re awake. I’ve been waiting for you so you could enjoy me too. Then I felt his hands gril my hips and move me into a doggy position. I squirmed trying to get away but it was no use. His hands pushed my skirt up and ripped away my panties and stockings. He didn’t wait though, shoving his hard cock into my mostly dry pussy making me scream behind the gag as he began to fuck me. “Fuck fuck fuck it’s so tight” he groaned to himself before filling me with cum after a sad minute or two. He patted my ass sighing happily. “See what you’ve been missing Casey. Now just let me recover and we can do it again. After all, I can’t let you go can I?”

Getting to know Hypoxyphilia

Submissive WhoreHypoxyphilia (more commonly known as ‘autoerotic asphyxiation’) is a rare and potentially life threatening sexual paraphilia where a person seeks to reduce supply of oxygen to the brain during a heightened state of sexual arousal. The definition was floating through my head as I wheezed for breath. My head so light and floaty as that belt around my neck just off my air just enough. It was amazing when mixed with the cock fucking me hard from behind. My master’s growls of pleasure flitting my ears as he held the belt like a leash. Just keeping me on the edge of consciousness so there was nothing but this floating, beautiful, abyss of pleasure all around me and running through me. I love it when my Master chokes me as he uses my pussy… Especially when we cum together, my pussy so tight around his cock as he twitches inside of me filling me with his amazing cum.

Bukkake Phone Sex – The Slave

Master was throwing a party, and I was to serve his guests. He had me dress in a Slave Leia outfit he’d had designed specifically for me, and had me on a chain. After a couple of hours of serving, Master told me to have a drink with him. He handed me a glass of wine, which I indulged in from my natural position at his feet. He ordered me back to serving, and I got back to tending to his guests. Within half an hour, I began to feel strange. I went and waited for my Master to grant my silent request to talk. When I told him that I was feeling poorly, a huge smile crossed his face, and I knew then that he had drugged me.Bukkake phone sex

That was when he nodded at all of his guests. Half of them left, and the other half started toward me. The first to reach me helped strip the clothes from my body while Master held my chain tightly. He commanded me to suck and fuck everyone there, and through the haze, I did just that. I sucked every man who put his cock anywhere near my face. I stroked any others while I sucked, and eventually everyone got impatient in their lust. I found myself being lifted and settled down over one cock, which rammed itself firmly into my ass, while another plunged balls deep into my cunt. I was getting fucked in all of my holes, and my hands were full of cock, too, and it all felt like a dream due to the drugs. They filled my body with cum time and again, until I was left limp and drugged and covered in jizz. Master tended to me then, treating me tenderly as he bathed me and took me to bed to have his own fill of me.

Scat phone sex Becoming a Dirty Whore

Scat phone sexIt was time for yearly review and in not sure what I did to displease Master but from what I’ve heard in the works and the giggles as I pass by my comrades has me worried.  I was a big girl though and loved being Master’s property. So I knew I could do whatever he had planned for me! It didn’t make me any less nervous though when I met Master and found the other Masters in our community and their slaves all together in our shower room. Incense burning in every corner and the room lit by candles giving it an oddly supernatural quality as my lungs filled with the smell of sandalwood and jasmine. I went to kneel before my Master. Presenting myself with palms up and knees parted so he could inspect me. “Go slave, kneel in the middle of the room over the drain and present.” I moved into the position as told and Master and two others came to me with unprocessed jute rope. The fibers were rough and itchy as they tied my arms to my chest, wrist to my thighs, and thighs to my calves. Forcing me to stay in position 1 without hurting myself and then tied my hair to my ankles making my back arch and forcing me to look up rather than the traditional down. I still wasn’t sure what my task was, but based on the sadistic grins and sympathetic glances from the other submissives I was sure it would not be good. I became excited when I heard the sound of belts and flies being undone. Looking over to see what I was assuming would be hard cocks but realized in a few seconds, as they all squatted on the tiled floor and started to grunt I was not going to get fucked anytime soon. As they all unloaded their bowels onto the tiled floor. Their slaves coming over and scooping up the shit, mouthing their apologies as they started to smear me with shit. My Master laughed at my disgusted face and grinned down at me. “I thought I’d make you into the dirty whore I know you are. Aren’t you going to say thank you?” I felt my stomach roil, the smell, the feeling, it was just making me sick but I was a good slave. So well trained I would do anything and everything to make my Master happy. Even if it was to say “Thank you Master for making me a dirty whore”

Submissive Slut Gets a Big Surprise

Submissive slutWhen I woke up, I wasn’t sure where I was. The last thing I remembered was being out with a girlfriend having lunch at our favorite diner. Now, here I was bound and gagged, tied up on the floor. I tried moaning for attention, I wanted to see who my captor was, but no one came at my calls. I guess I dozed off at some point, because I was startled awake when I was lifted from the floor. When they stood me up, I could see that they were guiding me toward a dark hallway. They had masks on, so I couldn’t identify my captors. When we got to a door that I could barely see, they opened it and pushed me inside. Just as I hit the floor, the lights came on, and there were all of my friends and lovers, decorations, and a huge cake. Apparently they had found out it was my birthday. They tied me up next to the cake and suspended me from the ceiling. They enjoyed cake, making me watch as they ate it, some of them coming and smearing it on me, but never sharing. Once the cake was mostly done, they started flinging cake at me, leaving only 1 piece for me to enjoy after. Then, they broke out the whips and flogs and violet wand. Things were got really fun after that!

Extreme Fetish Phone Sex – Sensory

Extreme fetish phone sexThere were clamps pinching my nipples, bruising the flesh, making me cringe with the pain. They were tugged on every so often, and I couldn’t help but groan with the sensations flowing back from those sensitive little nubbins. I was face-down, suspended from the ceiling by various ropes, which were cutting into my skin, leaving what I knew would be rope burns across my chest, arms, belly, legs and ankles. My mouth was gagged, my eyes blindfolded. I felt a hum fill the air, and I knew that someone had started a violet wand, and dread and anticipation filled me. I had no idea where it was going, if it was even going to touch skin. And suddenly, it did: it touched the outside of my pussy lips, sending a jolt through me, before being removed again. I feel fingers spread my pussy lips, and air kiss my cunt. Then, I feel that electric jolt touch down so close to the clit that I scream through my gag. I don’t know how much more of this I can take, but damn me is it exciting!

Slave Training FINALLY Begins!!

Slave trainingFinally, I have found a lover willing to teach me to be a good slave. He wanted my submission, but when I told him how interested I was in learning to be a slave, it was game over. He taught me the proper position to greet my master in, whatever hour of the day, and wherever we are. He told me that my dirty mind would have to be reserved for him and only him whenever he requested it. I was given a whole list of things that are and aren’t acceptable, and I really hope that I don’t screw up too badly, because apparently punishments can be much harsher than are doled out to a submissive slut. By the time we finished our amazing session, I was a little more informed on what it means to be a slave, and he was a very happy lover. I surely hope that he comes round again, and maybe I can find another mentor or 2 who would be willing to help expand my horizons.

Bondage S&M Whore – BDSM Party

The last party I went to was bloody amazing!! rather than breaking up into voluntary groups and separating, the party was held in someone’s workshop, which had been cleared out for the occasion. There were tables that had been loaned for the party, along with an “X” and hooks all along the ceilings and shackles tied into the walls. The subs were offered straws, and ¾ of us were bound to random “stations”. I was hung from the ceiling, my toes barely touching the floor, it was not entirely uncomfortable, but definitely put a strain on some unused muscles.Bondage S&M

The doms and unlucky subs took turns at each station. The first group clamped my nipples and attached the other end to a battery, allowing me to anticipate the shocks each time. A guy brought over this metal device, and I could only imagine it was some make-shift violet rod. Sure enough, he started shocking the fuck out of my inner thighs, and the tip of my clit. One of the unlucky subs got tired of watching and not participating, so she walked up to me, lifted my legs to wrap them around her neck, and buried her face in my cunt. I was so turned on, and the next nipple jolt tore through me, forcing me to grind my cunt harder into her face, triggering an instant orgasm. She ate harder, licking as much of my juices out as she could before sliding 3 fingers into me. She rammed my cunt hard, forcing it open more and more. I felt like she was trying to rip me in half, but eventually that drove me to another hard orgasm. I came so many times, and so hard each time, that my legs still tremble to think of it!

Bondage Submission in the Great Outdoors

When I think of fall, I think of all of the beautiful leaves, the trees molting the birds migrating, animals preparing for winter. To that end, when I was invited to a fall gathering with my friends, I dressed for the occasion. Red dress; red, orange, and yellow scarf; gold heels and gold jewelry. In hindsight, I should have thought that outfit through…

The party was outdoors, and had hardly started before I was called to the side. I should have smelled it coming, but I was naive enough to think this would be just a party. The next thing I knew, though, my dress was being cut off of me while I was being drug over to a molting tree. I was gagged and tied to the tree and my body was doused over and over with condiments in the colors of fall. Then, came the torment. They each took various utensils that you’d find at most any picnic/bonfire ever, and they began to smack, hit, poke, prod, and pinch me with them, all across my body. Then, a man was brought to the center, and the grin that crossed his face rolled dread through my body. When I saw his schlong, I knew why. That monster was 13 inches, if it was an inch, and as thick as a beer can. I was going to get ripped apart.Bondage submission

Torture Phone Sex – Haunted House

Torture phone sexI volunteered for a haunted house this year. My role was the bound woman who was being slaughtered. What I didn’t expect, however, was the amount of torture they would actually subject me to in the name of their production. Once they had me bound to the big X, they put nipple clamps on me. What I didn’t see was the battery that they had attached to it. They flicked that on the first time, and I about came unglued. My screams were so real, it had the people passing through gasping, covering their mouths, and scurrying to escape. Then, the coupe de grace, another was clipped to my clit, and I am sure the people in the next county heard my screams. My body writhed and worked against the bonds holding me there. They tortured me anew for every set of people who walked through, and I was certain my body would never see pleasure again by the time the night ended.