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Dark Fantasies Phone Sex goth girl begs to get a cut up cunt

Dark Fantasies Phone Sex, I’m a dark whore, cum shred me the fuck up. My cutie girl dark goth teen girl image didn’t save me when your evil and convincing ways captured and raptured  along with some teen rape fantasies taken out on me, holding me down till I was blue in the face and barely breathing, my favorite abuse.

Dark Fantasies Phone Sex

You set me up, sick bitch you are. Trying to end me by getting me to the prime place to be pummeled and left for dead. You’re unwanted in society so you chose me to hunt, devour, and eat up. Pathetic bitch boy with anger in your eyes. All you have in mind is fuck my cunt up, widen my tiny gap, punish, humiliate me with help for being a pathetic dirty whore.

It didn’t take long till I found myself in the backseat of your buddies car, my mouth taped, eyes covered with a bag over my head you bashed my head in knocking me out..

You shredded and ripped all my clothes off making my skin raw and crawling with pain, gives me so much pleasure making my tight cuntie canal weep in cum blood. Chained my neck to my wrists, to my waist, all the way to my ankles, there was no getting out. I’d lift my head just to be punched over and over making me beg for mercy. 

Chained with my legs pulled to the back of my neck. God damn I love getting my tight, bloody cum filled cooter smashed with rape fantasies taken out on me over and over till I’m crying and unable to walk right. I lost count of just how many men you made me fuck in front of you till my tight cuntie was torn. My cunt walls cut up dripping blood down my legs.

Belle

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Bondage Phone Sex Dana Gets Sold Young To Be A Hot Sex Slave

Bondage Phone Sex

I’ve always known that I wasn’t born to lead or to be some untouchable queen; I was born to be owned, used, and completely broken by a man who knows how to claim what’s his. My life became a blur of bondage phone sex and dark rooms the moment I realized that my only value is in how well I can satisfy my master’s filthiest desires. 

I don’t need a soft bed or a kind word when I have the cold floor of a basement and the heavy weight of a man who bought my submission before I even knew how to say no. I’m just a hollow vessel, a “personal sex slave” waiting for the next command to crawl and beg. Richard is the one who really understands how to handle a girl like me, mostly because he treats me like the property I am. 

He loves the fantasy that I started serving men when I was just a young, developing thing, sold off to please any horny need that walked through the door. He doesn’t want to hear about my day or my feelings; he just wants to hear the sound of my breathing hitching as he describes the nasty things he’s going to do to my body. 

He wants me trapped in his basement, chained up and waiting for the moment he decides it’s time for his next “cum release”. The way Richard uses me is a cycle of pure, sticky degradation that never seems to end. He loves to get himself worked up, imagining me restricted and helpless while he spreads his warm, “thick cum” all over my trembling skin. He doesn’t let me clean up, either. 

He wants to leave his mark on me, letting his load dry on my belly and deep inside my yummy “nigger pussy” until it’s stiff and crusty. He’ll leave me there in the dark, smelling like him and wearing his filth like a uniform, only to return the next day and repeat the entire cycle over again. There’s something so addictive about knowing I belong to him and him alone. 

Every time he calls, I sink deeper into that submissive headspace, picturing the grime of the basement and the rough way he’ll handle his personal slave. He wants to see me gagging and struggling against my restraints while he gets his rocks off, uncaring about the bruises he leaves behind. 

To him, I’m just a toy to be played with and put away until he’s ready to make a mess of me again. I crave the weight of his expectations and the suffocating feeling of being his “total property”. I’m the girl who lives for the filth, waiting for the next time my master decides to remind me exactly where I belong.

Dana

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Extreme Snuff Stories Gets Darker While You Choke Layla Out

Extreme Snuff Stories

I didn’t expect my day to end with cold steel around my wrists and your heavy boots echoing against the floorboards, but here I am, your brand new toy. My breath catches in my throat as you drag me into the center of the room, my trembling knees barely keeping me upright. You tell me I belong to you now, and the way you look at me makes my skin crawl and burn all at once. 

My mind wanders to the extreme snuff stories I’ve whispered about in the dark, but nothing prepared me for the weight of your actual hands on my skin. I’m just a helpless little thing, aren’t I? A busty little prize with my heavy titties spilling out of my torn top, swaying with every sob I try to choke back. You don’t want my tears, though; you want my total surrender.

You step close, smelling of sweat and authority, and suddenly your thick fingers are wrapping around my firm neck. You aren’t gentle. You squeeze until the world starts to blur at the edges, and I can feel the pulse thumping wildly in my throat against your palm. I should be terrified, but as the air thins, a traitorous moan escapes my lips. It feels so good to be handled so roughly.

 I look up at you with wide, glassy eyes, watching your expression shift as you realize how much I’m enjoying the pressure. You growl, tightening your grip, and I can see the bulge in your pants hardening right before my eyes. My own body is betraying me, my core slicking with heat because you’re choosing to break me. The room spins as you finally let go, only to shove me hard onto my back. 

I hit the mattress with a thud, my chest heaving as I desperately try to pull air back into my lungs. My nipples are hard and sensitive, peaking toward the ceiling while I lay there exposed and vulnerable. You don’t give me a second to recover. You strip down, your massive cock pulsing and ready to punish me for being such a good, submissive girl.

You dive between my thighs, pinning my arms above my head so I can’t even move. Then, you start to fuck my brains out. Every thrust is deep, violent, and perfect. I’m lost in the sensation of you claiming every inch of me, my head tossing back and forth against the pillow. I’m your personal slave, your property, and I’ll take every bit of this rough treatment until I can’t scream anymore. You’re ruining me, and I never want you to stop.

Layla

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Strangle Fantasy Turns Sexy When Layla Gets Choked Hardcore

Strangle FantasyThe sweet scent of vanilla and sugar was still heavy in the air, a domestic bliss I never expected would turn into my darkest, filthiest craving. I was just pulling a tray of cookies from the oven when the shadow fell over me, cold and sudden. Before I could scream, a thick, gloved hand clamped over my mouth and a Strangle Fantasy became my terrifying, breathless reality.

I felt the oxygen vanish as he pinned me against the kitchen counter, his weight crushing my small frame into the marble while his fingers dug into the soft skin of my throat. He didn’t speak a word; he just dragged me toward the bedroom, his grip on my windpipe never loosening for a second. I was a helpless hostage in my own home, a plaything for a man who had been watching me from the darkness for weeks.

He flipped me over, forcing me into a submissive doggy-style position on the edge of the bed. I felt the cold air hit my skin as he ripped my clothes away, leaving my busty tits to bounce wildly and heavy with every violent, rhythmic thrust as he began fucking the absolute shit out of me from behind. The pain was sharp, but the sensation of his hand tightening around my neck sent a jolt of primal electricity straight to my dripping wet cunt.

My vision slowly started getting blurry, as he hammered his cock into me. Every time I tried to gasp for air, he tightened his hold, forcing me to find a sick pleasure in the suffocation. He told me he’s been “dreaming” of jizzing on my face all week, and couldn’t take it anymore. I was becoming addicted to the way he claimed me, a little fuck doll being used for his twisted satisfaction.

Just as I thought I might pass out from the sheer intensity of the friction, he leaned forward and ripped off his ski mask. I expected a monster, but I saw a face that was devastatingly handsome… a hard jaw and hungry eyes that told me he knew exactly how much I was enjoying this. Seeing how fuckable he actually was changed everything. My clit began to throb and get harder than it had ever been as I realized that being “Raped” by a man this sexy wasn’t just bad… It was everything I wanted.

I stopped fighting and started arching my back, begging for the pressure, my pussy soaking the sheets as he finished. I am his captive now, his busty little baker turned into a gasping, shivering wreck. I don’t want to be rescued. I want him to break my back in every single angle he could think of, then leave me with a messy cum facial before he disappears into the night. Maybe if you’re as obsessed as he is, he’ll let you watch while he chokes the life… right out of me.

 

Layla

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Dark Fantasies of Revenge Help Me Continue to Be a Good Submissive Whore

dark fantasiesAs a submissive whore, I do possess a lot of dark fantasies. But I will be honest. Sometimes my fantasies involve cock and ball torture on men who violated me like my father. As a young girl, my mother left us. Maybe she didn’t think that he would abuse me too, or she didn’t care. Either way, she left me with a man with violent tendencies. And he took them out on me instead when she left.

Mostly my dad just forced himself on me. Then as a teen girl, he let his friends use me. And they did use me. Even though back then, I thought when I ran away from home, I would find a different life for myself. One not filled with violence. One where I did not need to be a submissive slave.

Clearly that never happened. I married a man more violent than my father. But when I met my master, he took me away from all that. Now make no doubt. I am his slave. But he does not physically beat me nor leave me tied up for days to a bed with no food or water.

With my current master, I do not mind being submissive. But I still have CBT phone sex fantasies for my father and my ex-husband, despite not seeing them in decades. My biggest fantasy involves castrating them and trampling their dicks. Ruining their junk so they cannot abuse another woman. Although I do not know where they live or if they still breathe anymore. I guess it doesn’t matter because I can still enjoy the fantasies.

Even Submissive Whores Think About Revenge

I started talking about these fantasies in an online chat room which I thought would be filled with women like me. But a submissive guy snuck into the room looking for somebody to torture his cock and balls. And he lived in LA, which is about an hour from me. So, he came over last night. I made sure I had pepper spray and hidden knives everywhere in case I needed to get myself untied. But this guy turned out to be a real submissive like me.

Although I never kicked a man in the balls or trampled on his cock, it felt like I did it 1 million times because of my fantasies. This man likes to jerk thinking of little girls. And he feared without some cock and ball torture, he might really act on his feelings and end up in the slammer. While I mutilated his junk, I never hesitated. I am a slave. And I will always be a slave. But last night for a moment I got to use a surrogate for my revenge fantasies.

And I don’t feel bad about it today. This man asked a taboo phone whore to castrate him and torture his cock. And as a slave, I acted on my revenge fantasies for the exact same thing. So, fate brought us together. Perhaps I never will get revenge on my actual father or ex-husband but at least I explored some of my pent-up rage with a surrogate.

Submissive Slut Bernice

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Dark fantasies paint my little submissive ass black & blue

Dark fantasies dominate my mind. It gets me into the trouble that makes my little sub pussy so wet. My tender, round ass needs to be a painted kaleidoscope of midnight hues.

The hard crack of a leather paddle against my vulnerable skin feels so right.Dark fantasies

Oh, and the stinging slap of a well-worn belt or the merciless thwack of a wooden ruler, it makes me feel like a complete submissive whore. Each strike a delicious reminder of my place beneath you.

I crave the sweet agony of being overwhelmed by the sheer force of your dark desires. Unleash your most depraved fantasies upon my helpless body, and watch as I melt into a puddle of submissive bliss beneath your ruthless domination.

Or maybe, you’ll prefer a more brutal, merciless approach – a frenzy of unrelenting smacks and strikes that leave my tender skin aflame, my eyes welling with tears, and my body trembling in pain.

I am a dumb slut, but I’m smart enough not to ask for mercy. I’ll arch my back, begging for more, my ass presented to you like a ripe, succulent fruit, begging to be ravaged by your cruel, unforgiving power.

After the brutal beating you give me, I hope your cock will pound me even harder. Force your master cock inside my ass tight and open me up like the submissive pig bitch I am.

I’ll squeal like I am. Give me more humiliation and degradation! You know I will suck myself off your cock. Make me taste how nasty I am and then stick it back in your fuckhole. And yes, please give it to me raw. I’ve always had a Dark fetish to get knocked up while being complete filth.

Do you want to use my stupid little cunt as a breeding ground, all for your pleasure?

Breanne

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Dark Fantasies with Cora – Keeping it twisted!

Dark Fantasies

 

Dark Fantasies is what gets my pussy the wettest.

I adore hearing all the fucked-up ways you would kidnap me and fuck me raw.

Please tell me how you would handcuff my hands behind my back so I can’t stop you.

Put a ball gag in my mouth so no one can hear me scream as you roughly penetrate me.

Spread my legs far apart, exposing my wet, bald pussy.

Put that big mushroom tip in and fuck me maliciously. Fuck me like the dirty, naughty whore I am, Daddy!

I want to hear all your nastiest desires and wants. What kind of crimes would you commit against me?

Make me cry with how fucked up they are, I want to hear them all! 

 

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Cora

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A Hot Taboo Role Play Can Get Violent Sometimes

taboo role playI enjoy a good taboo role play. Lord knows I’ve done some questionable things for cocaine. And I probably will continue to do questionable things for cocaine because I’m a whore. But not just for strangers but for my family too.

My stepson likes to abuse me on a live stream. According to him, I am his cash cow. Although I know, he loves me in his own twisted way, his love might kill me one day. This weekend when he visited, he brought his camera equipment for a live stream. He always goes harder on me when we have an audience.

I find it hard to describe our taboo phone relationship. On one hand, he loves me because he has not killed me yet, and he brings me some of the best cocaine. But on the other hand, he beats me, pisses down my throat and tries to suffocate me with a plastic bag over my head too.

The session seemed just as brutal as the rest, even though he restrained himself and did not toss me against a brick wall for once. He considers my prolapsed asshole his cock sleeve. And he loves to abuse it. But because of everything I’ve done for cocaine in my life, I no longer have tight holes for him. So, he likes to fuck my pee hole, my urethra. To him, that feels like my tightest hole.

Mommy Gets Her Tightest Hole Fucked When She Needs Cocaine

So, with a plastic bag over my head suffocating me, he pounded my fucking urethra while in a beach ball position. I felt uncomfortable on so many levels. But I knew if I could stick it out, he would reward me with a nice bag of cocaine to soothe my battered body. You see, he likes to live stream our little sessions for money. Whenever he finds himself in need of money, he forces me to be his performing monkey. And he abuses me on live camera for profit.

But I’ve done worse in my life for cocaine. I’m talking about worse things than the most extreme snuff fantasy you can imagine. And I’ll keep doing that because I need my cocaine. Plus, my stepson needs me. Sure, our relationship seems dysfunctional at best. But I get cocaine and he gets cash so it satisfies both our needs.

Taboo Mommy Blair

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Dark fantasies Phone sex with your barely legal boy

Dark fantasies phone sex with barely legal boys is what I call a good time. Torturing and pushing around these little fucks turns me the fuck on. I bet they’ve never had their balls squeezed like I can let alone emptied the hell out. love playing dirty with these little dudes. Abusing and brutally beating them while sitting on their peckers and gripping those growing shafts. My big tit’s smacking them in the face as their begging for mercy. I especially chocking them out. I have a strangle fetish, watching the life cum out of them as I’m bouncing, catch damn air all while smashing those dingleberries and making them squeal. I don’t play nice boo. These litttle dicks need a domination bitch like me to learn how to treat women in their future, that’s if they make it through this.

Dark fantasies phone sex

I love these sissy fuck boys, their so much fun. My tight pussy leaks, full of fluids just loving all the fear that’s in the air. Better yet, if your an older daddy I’ve played with, bring your son. You wanna watch him get rocked right before your eye? Stroke that big dangling daddy shaft as I pound the hell outa your boy. Thrusting, grinding, rubbing and squeezing his nuts. With my hands on his throat he calls out to you, what you gonna do daddy?

They have no choice to hold on to my massive J cups for dear fucking life. Squeezing my hard nipples in their face, my beauty is misleading. They think their gonna drop a load on a hot whore like myself. Gorgeous hair, body, tits, ass and cunt just to get their asses beat down and their balls emptied the hell out honey.

Aww, cute little guy whimpering and crying as I squeeze his balls even harder, my taboo is too much for his primal virgin self. He’s not used to such a mature body given these pre teen tits are all he’s seen. Just imagine going from A cups to a torture time with J’s. Cum on daddy and jack that shaft and watch your son get forced to blow deep inside me. I’d love to breed the little fucker just to torture you too. Yell in his face, “pack every hole” while I’m spewing and squirting. His terrifying face and girth grown inside me made me squirt all over his skinny body.

I make your son pull out and cum in his own face. I’m a sexy bitch with a dark side I can’t hide anymore. Eating little boy’s like their candy baby….

Wynona

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Dark Fantasies of Violent Gang Bangs

dark fantasiesI have dark fantasies. And I always have. But as a submissive whore, I find that my dark desires get stronger. And luckily, I do have a master in my life, but sometimes I can’t even tell him the darkest things that I think about. 

Are you wondering about what those might be? Master and I practice bondage regularly. And he spanks me often. And I love it, but I still want more. Master does not often like to share me with other men. However, some of my darker fantasies include rough, anal gangbangs with random strangers. Master would never want me to have a gangbang because he’d be worried about diseases and I’m his dirty little secret.

Men Can Do Whatever They Want to Me

But I have some dirty little secrets of my own. Sometimes I get on Tinder, and I see how many men I can invite over to my place to fuck me. Last night, I managed to get 12 different guys coming over. Although they did not all show up at once, they showed up right after each other. And no one seemed to mind the sloppy seconds. They passed each other coming and going.

I told these men to go rough on me because I like it rough. So, I took cock after cock in my ass and my pussy. And some men were rougher on me than others. I got choked and spanked. Some men pissed in my ass. Some men made me shit out some of their cum and lick it up off the floor. I’m a good whore. I do as you tell me. I do as any man tells me.

And I have more deep dark fantasies I’d love to share with you. Maybe we could even make a few come true. My number one goal in life will always be to take care of men.

Submissive Slut Bernice

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