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Torture Phone Sex With Mr. Naughty

Torture phone sexTorture phone sex calls get dark, today I was an accomplice my caller and I force fucked my grandmom, we got really high and drunk and got the urge to live out his rape fantasies. 

He had some really twisted fantasies on his mind, the nastier and dirtier they were the wetter my cunt got. 

Think I almost squirted instantly when he said he was going to force fuck my grandpa as granny watched. 

Shoving two huge dildos in grandpa’s ass at the same time, huge twelve-inch dicks in my grandpa’s ass left him so stretched out, he even bled a little, but that didn’t stop Mr. Naughty he kept stroking. 

By this time my submissive cunt was dripping yearning for my turn to get a little bit of the action.  

I waited patiently for him to finish up with my grandparents. When it was my turn, he really rewarded me for being such a good girl. He invited some of his friends to play with me. 

Big dicks in every hole, they really worked my tight holes, I could barely walk when they were done with me, but as long as Mr. Naughty is happy so am I.

I Prefer Bare Bottom Spankings to a Spanking Machine

bare bottom spankingsI enjoy bare bottom spankings. And for the most part, I don’t care who gives them to me. Sometimes a girl just enjoys a man spanking her bare ass. Bondage and spanking seem to be my masters favorite things to do. He likes to tie me up with my ass exposed, making it the perfect target for his hands. And for a while, he slowed down on spanking me because of his age.

Arthritis in his hands, made it more challenging to spank me the way he once did. But then he found some new medicine with shark cartilage in it or something like that. And it’s like his hands can spank like a 25-year-old guy again.

Recently, he invested in a spanking machine. I’m sure you’ve heard of a sex machine. A spanking machine operates the same way. But instead of a dildo penetrating my pussy, it smacks your ass at warp speed. The attachment is a wooden handle that spanks me faster, and harder than any human ever could. But I prefer my spanking phone sex delivered by a human being not a mechanical contraption.

I Prefer a Bare Hand on My Ass to a Spanking Machine Any Day

At first, I seemed excited over the idea of a spanking machine. Master ties me up, bends me over the desk or my bed and uses it on me. However, I never thought he would come to rely on it so heavily. And I miss feel of hands smacking my ass. Over the weekend I met him at the office to work on the estate planning for one of his best friends. And when I arrived at the office, I saw not only his best friend but the spanking machine too.

Double trouble I thought. Feeling both a spanking machine and his friend’s bare hands on my ass while I typed up and the estate plan. Master wanted to show his old friend his new toy. I bent over the desk, wearing only a garter belt to frame my bubble butt, and I continued to type up the plan while master showed his friend how his new toy works on his old whore.

Master’s friend wanted to see how fast and how hard the machine could go. And with no warning, he turned it on its highest setting. The machine spanked the skin off my ass. With that sort of speed and force, my head kept banging against the wall.  

A Spanking Machine Left My Ass Looking Like Raw Hamburger Meat

Although I am a seasoned whore with a high threshold for pain, I could feel the skin breaking on my ass. Master tried to slow the machine down, but his friend would not let him. His friend waited another 10 minutes before turning the machine off. By that time, my ass looked and felt like raw hamburger meat. I couldn’t even sit to finish typing up the estate plan.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I tried to finish my assignment with a battered, bloodied and bruised ass. The love that this submissive whore felt initially for that spanking machine quickly dissipated with use from the wrong person. I might gave myself a concussion from banging my head against the wall for a solid 15 minutes. After master’s friend left, master gave me a bath to soothe my ass. He apologized for his friend’s zealous behavior.

So, this slave now nurses a mangled ass. And I developed a love-hate relationship with modern technology. I love that a machine can you give me the intense spankings master once could. But I hate that same technology can also be used to destroy and obliterate the flesh on my ass too

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies with Submissive Gracie!

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies are some of my favorite calls.

I love hearing all the evil, nasty things you would want to do to me.

In fact, the eviler and more sinister you are, the more my pussy gets wet.

I want to hear about how you would stalk and hunt me down.

How you want to cram your cock inside me, no matter what I say.

No matter how much I scream or beg you to stop.

You just completely dominate me and force yourself inside me.

Force your sperm inside me and demand I carry your baby.

Kidnap and tie me up, make me your sex slave forever.

Do whatever your evil cock wants to do to me.

Fully take me over and dominate me into submission! 

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2 Girl Phone Sex with Donatella Taking Commands From Peace

2 Girl Phone Sex

2 girl phone sex is the only way to truly witness a total breakdown of will. Donatella, you are such a pathetic, obedient little creature, aren’t you? Watching you tremble on the floor while Master and I decide your fate is the highlight of my day. You look so small kneeling there, a common “nigger” slave waiting for a purpose that only we can provide.

 I love how you look up at me with those wide, desperate eyes, silently begging for the next command to drop from my lips so you can prove how well you can obey. Master was right to bring me in to handle you. You need a woman’s touch… specifically one that knows exactly how to make you crawl. I watch with pure amusement as you strip off your dignity, piece by piece, until you’re nothing but exposed nerves and desperate submission. 

You want to be my toy, don’t you? You want to feel like your only reason for breathing is to satisfy my cruelest whims. It’s intoxicating to see someone so broken and eager to be used as an object for our entertainment. I don’t even have to say a word to make you flinch. I just circle you, letting the silence build until the tension is thick enough to choke on. Then, I decide it’s time to mark my territory. 

I reach for the heavy leather paddle, and the room fills with the sharp, rhythmic sound of bare bottom spankings. I watch your skin turn a delicious shade of crimson, your body arching with every impact as you sob out your gratitude for the discipline. You’re glowing under my hand, a perfect little canvas of pain and pleasure that I intend to keep working on until you can’t even remember your own name.

“Look at this pathetic slut,” I sneer, stepping over your shaking form. “You think you’re special? You’re just a sissy project that I’m going to mold into the perfect silent servant.” I can see the tears welling up, but I don’t care about your comfort… I only care about how much more you can take before you completely snap. You’re a failure of a human, but you’re a top tier slave, and that’s all that matters in this room.

I’m tired of looking at your face from a distance. I lean down, my shadow engulfing you, and grab you roughly by your collar. I jerk you upward until our eyes meet, the leather choking the breath out of you just enough to remind you who owns your neck. “You’re mine now, Donatella. Master gave you to me to break, and I’m going to enjoy every second of it.” If you want to hear the rest of her pathetic begging, join us for cheap phone sex.

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Submissive Whore Bernice Sometimes Thinks About Revenge

submissive whoreAs a submissive whore, I do as I’m told. But that doesn’t mean I don’t have some dark fantasies for revenge. Although my master treats me extremely well, I did not fare so well in my younger days. Between my abusive father and my misogynistic ex-husband, I suffered a lot of abuse. Thus, giving me cock and ball torture fantasies.

I do not know where my ex-husband or father lives anymore. They could be dead for all I know. And for all I care. I am a willing slave with my master. But we enjoy an old school sort of master servant relationship. We use safe words. And mostly we explore bondage, spanking, and cock worshiping.

My father and my ex-husband beat me and let men use me. Sometimes daddy would tie me up to the bed for days and deny me food and water, leaving me to piss and shit in my own bed. He abused me and degraded me. But my ex-husband turned out to be no better.

So of course, I’ve developed revenge fantasies over the year for cock and ball torture. In a chat room for submissive women like me, I met a man who wanted somebody to trample on his cock and balls. He pretended to be a female slave just to find somebody for cock and ball torture. I took his bait. He did not live far from me, so we met up last night.

Perhaps, I Struggle with Being Dominant, But Revenge Fantasies Feel Therapeutic

And I will be honest; I struggled to take the more dominant role with him. After all, I appear to be born into this world just for men’s pleasure. But once I started thinking about everything my father and my ex-husband did to me, my rage started to build. This man fears he will become just like my father. He thought some cock and ball torture sex might curb his perverted thoughts and urges.

So, I read up on cock and ball torture. Watched some dominatrixes on how to inflict genital pain on men. And I became aroused. I started to get into it. Wearing stiletto heels, I enjoyed digging the heels into his balls. And I stomped on his cock like I was putting out a cigarette with my shoe. I thought I was the biggest pain slut I knew. He came as I kicked him in the balls.

And I think I deflated one of his testicles. I left his junk looking like I castrated him. Perhaps I did castrate him when I deflated a testicle. Now anytime he looks at his daughter and thinks like my daddy did, he won’t be able to act on those urges because I deflated his balls.

Plus, I took chunks out of the side of his dick with my stiletto heels. It felt therapeutic to me. I’m still a submissive phone sex woman. I always will be a submissive slave. But sometimes we need to explore our revenge fantasies to help keep us in our place.

Hardcore bondage requires two suffering cunts

The siren song of Hardcore bondage calls to me, a submissive bitch craving destruction at the hands of a cock hungry master.

Thank you, Master, for destroying me. Hardcore bondage

I am so grateful for your discipline. I brought another bitch for you. Two suffering cunts are even a better prize, allowing for a delicious double cock beating.

We are here to serve you. You are our God. If our tears get you hard, we will wail at the top of our lungs. Our place is at your feet. We are so lucky to endure the sweet agony of being stretched to our limits.

Whores like us are pieces of meat ready for your butcher block. Slap us, whip us, make us bleed. I offer up our cunts, so you can fuck us so hard, we bleed on your cock.

As your good little slut, I’m so eager to suck her beat up pussy off your cock. Then it’s my turn.

The rope is really tight; it hurts so bad. But I deserve just like I deserve the humiliation of being an exposed whore.

Thank you for recording our sessions, especially this one. I think I know how we can make it extra humiliating. The new bitch and I will suck off your best stud for the camera.

You are the best at breaking a Submissive Whore and then rebuilding them to be forever obedient! We are nothing more than a pair of suffering cunts, forever craving the cruel embrace of your merciless cock.

The pain and humiliation of serving your best friend’s rod is an extra treat. Just to show you my devotion, I am going to force this new bitch I brought to you to take his fur cock in her ass.

I’ll make sure he pumps her good so he gets stuck in there. And then I will guide your cock down her throat. Such a nasty scene for your audience to cum to my Master! I am so lucky to serve you!

Submissive Sex Slut Never Gets Time to Be a Normal Woman

submissive sexThis submissive sex slut received the weekend off from her master. Normally, he requires my services at his BDSM club on the weekends. But master found himself trapped in Colorado with his wife after 2 feet of snow descended upon their little rental home. So, he could not return to open the club. And that gave me the weekend off. Although I felt bad that he got stuck inside with his ball and chain and could not enjoy his slave, I also felt grateful for a weekend off.

But I don’t have any friends. Even my own son and daughter hate me. So, I did something I know I’m not supposed to do. I went on Tinder looking to enjoy a little normal fun. But I did not want to be a submissive whore. I wanted a weekend free of spanking, whipping, bondage and humiliation.

But I can’t seem to find that anymore. It’s like some beacon follows me around announcing to the world that I’m nothing more than fuck meat. The guy I met on Tinder came over Saturday morning to fuck me. A younger guy who appeared to be in great shape, which meant great stamina for my old pussy. But when he arrived, he laughed at me. Told me I looked gaudy and fake. He slapped my face and punched my tits. So, I told him to leave. I didn’t sign up for this. And I wanted him out of my house.

As Submissive Slave. I Sometimes Crave Normal Sex

But he would not listen to me. He put his hand around my throat, pinned me against my wall and let me know he could snap my neck anytime he wanted. I almost pissed myself in that moment. So much for enjoying a weekend of normal fucking. Perhaps I don’t even know what normal fucking looks like anymore. I’ve been a slave for decades. In fact, I’ve been a slave since I was a schoolgirl.

This man clearly wanted to explore rape phone sex fantasies with me. Or some woman who looks like me or even mommy in general. He ripped my clothes off while squeezing my neck to strangle me. My whole body trembled in fear. I did not know if I would survive this. Did he want rough sex, or did he want to kill me? Turns out he wanted both.

Men Will Always Want to Get Violent and Rough with Me

After he forced his hard cock into my mouth, pussy, and ass, he told me he planned to suffocate me. He grabbed a plastic grocery bag and put it over in my head, denying me oxygen. But I’m a fighter. I’ve survived as a sex slave for 40 years. I did not plan on going out because I swiped right on the wrong asshole. So, I faked like I passed out. I’m a seasoned submissive. I can hold my breath a lot longer than the average woman.

While he thought he killed me, I got the upper hand and kicked him in the balls so hard he fell over and pissed on my floor. While down, I grabbed my cell phone, and I acted like I called 911. And he picked himself up and ran out of my house like a bat out of hell. He fucked me. But he fucked me roughly. And I just wanted a weekend of normal sex. Was that too much to ask? Perhaps I do not deserve normal sex. But my dumb ass will continue to try for it.

Extreme Fetish Phone Sex and Toilet Whore Angel

Extreme Fetish Phone sex Toilet whore, That’s what my new found title should be. My New Master Dominic is a bit extreme and I can’t stop craving him. He has collared me like the sick little slut puppy I am. Fisting is quite new to me. I never knew you could have the most intense squirting orgasm, from a manly hand reaching into you and grabbing your insides while using you like a fuck puppet.

That’s not even the hottest thing…

Dominic has Collared me with a “Slut” collar, and he also leashes me. Dragging me where he wants me to go. At first, he would just use me like a fucking dirty cunt to make his balls explode. Now, he uses me, forces me to cum hard again and again, and then I’m his personal urinal.

Sometimes He just saturates me in his piss, other times he quenches my thirst with his cock water. I love drinking him down all warm and tangy. Collecting his aromatic urine until my mouth is at capacity. I especially love when he fists my holes, making them blow out. Wide and open. Then he lets his full bladder go. Relieving himself into my fuck holes, and filling my nether abyss’ with that warm honey colored home made Brine.

Extreme Toilet Slut

What I didn’t know was how far he would take our toilet play. After I’m collared. After I’m pissed on, or in, That’s just the beginning… Then I am led or dragged into the bathroom. Dominic asks me “where I belong?” The right answer, the correct answer isn’t made by uttering a single word. I crawl on all fours to the toilet, lift the lid, and then the seat. Then, I place my face on the filthiest part of the bowl, resting my head on the actual bowl… next to the piss stains, shit bits, and pubic hair.

Dom mounts and fucks me with my face in the toilet bowl. Sometimes shoving my face down into the potty water while he destroys my holes, and pumps me full of his cum.

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Sexy Bondage Donatella Used and Owned Obediently

Sexy Bondage

I’m on my knees, trembling, my hands folded, waiting for my master to tell me what to do. My pussy is already slick and wet just thinking about him, about every command I’m about to obey. Sexy Bondage always gets me going, but right now, being his little nigger slut, ready to take whatever he wants… it’s pure fire between my legs.

“Stand up,” he growls. My body obeys instantly, hips swaying, nipples super hard, dripping with need. I can feel his eyes tracing every curve, every shiver I can’t hide.

“Hands behind your back,” he orders. I lift them, letting the cuffs snap into place, tight and thrilling, my cunt aching from the anticipation. I love how it feels to be bound, helpless, and completely at his mercy.

“Bend over,” he says, and I do it without thinking, spreading my legs just enough to give him a perfect view. My fingers dig into the rug as my tight pussy throbs, desperate for even a single touch from him. I’m dripping for him already, wet and needy, my body screaming to be used.

“Look at me,” he commands. I tilt my head up, licking my soft lips, breath hitching. His gaze makes me melt, makes my cunt pulse, makes me moan softly even before he roughly touches me.

“Good girl,” he whispers, sliding a finger through my long hair, gripping my chin to tilt my face down. “You’re mine to use.” The words send me over the edge, hips bucking slightly, my wetness soaking my thighs. Every command, every order, makes me wetter, hungrier, more desperate to be his obedient slut.

I follow every instruction… kneeling, presenting, holding myself still, moaning only when allowed. My pussy clenches at every glance, every touch, every whispered word. Being his, letting him control me, using me, owning me… it’s everything I crave.

By the time the night deepens, my body is his playground. My cunt drips, my lips ache, and I ache to obey. I am completely soaked and submissive, craving every command, every touch, every way he decides to use me. Being owned like this, obeying him, making him hard just by being wet and ready… it’s the only freedom I’ve ever wanted.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies From the Mind of a Subby Slut

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies

I think Every Submissive woman deep down has some sort of rape phone sex fantasies. Rape fantasies are the ultimate release of control. Giving it up against your will. Your Body betraying you for pleasure that you don’t consent too. Some Hard Phallus forcing its way into your most sacred part. A Part of you that you guarded at a time, because it was special and you didn’t give it to just anyone, or maybe you’re like me, and you did…. Here’s one of my Rape Fantasies.

He had been watching me for some time. I knew he would be in the club while I was dancing.  Watching my sexy strip teases, and how I would trick on the pole, spreading my legs wide while I gripped with one arm, and did a suicide flip almost crashing at the bottom. I would pop my pussy and ass on all fours, twerking my cheeks. Hypnotizing the guys that were there to see me feature.

When I would walk out to my car after a night of dancing at the strip club, he would watch me walk out. I knew he was a client, But I never knew what he drove, I never even knew what he looked like. Until one night when I was leaving a car was parked by my truck. As I was trying to get in, the passenger door of the car beside me opened and I was pulled in.

I didn’t scream, I knew to be calm

We drove and he talked. He spoke about watching my ass and pussy grind on other men. The songs I picked to feature stage dance with, were all his favorite. How I fucked them with clothes on right in front of him. How could I do that when he cared about me so much?  He told me how I had never paid him any mind, and I was always so busy with other dances every night when he came in. He said how he had money ready so many times but I would always go to someone else and never to him. This time he would make sure he got his time with me. I owed it to him.

He drove me down a long dirt path about 30 minutes out. Climbed on top of me in the front seat and started kissing me forcefully. His hands groping and grabbing my tits, my pussy and my ass. I didn’t fight him, scared of what could happen. He got so angry because I wouldn’t kiss him back. He assaulted me, pulling my neon green G-string to the side, and shoving his cock inside me deep and hard. Humping and hips pumping, thrashing his member inside me. Attacking me like I’m the drug he is addicted to.

I’ve never been one to take birth control…

Not being able to help it. Scared and Electrified. Cock ramming and slamming hard in and out of my cunt. I tremor and shake. Crying out and cumming on his cock so hard. My cries of orgasm, fueling his fire and He knocks the depths of my pussy, and he loses it. Filling me, flooding me with traces of him.