I’m a sexy little switch. I can be a bad ass dominant bitch to sissy boys or a submissive whore to daddy. I was feeling submissive this weekend. I keep having rape phone sex fantasies that need to be explored beyond the phone, so I went seeking someone who could help me. I met a handsome stranger and his wife at a new high end BDSM swingers club. Single ladies can always get into the club. I thought a hot threesome would allow me some safe exploration of my naughty desires.
We shared a bottle of wine and started sharing fantasies. The woman admitted to extreme ageplay snuff torture phone sex fantasies, while I explained my want to be force fucked. Hubby had an erection listening to two hot bitches discussing their dark desires. He got us a VIP dungeon room in the club. I was pretty drunk. Wine goes straight to my head. Next thing I realize, I am blindfolded and tied to a chair. But it is not the couple’s voice I hear, but that of a very large man. At least his deep baritone voice suggested his large stature. When I felt his hands around my neck, I knew he was a big boy. He slapped a ball gag on me, then proceeded to choke me. I was screaming. This was not my fantasy, but the woman’s. I didn’t understand until I heard them giggling.
Her snuff phone sex fantasy was as an accomplice not the victim. I felt her touching me as she laughed at my naivete. Hands crushing my windpipe as she took a cattle prod to my pussy. She was shocking my clit with such intensity I peed myself. His hands tightened their grip as she fucked my cunt with an industrial size vibrator. Erotic affixation? I had heard of it never practiced it, however. But as I was close to passing out from the restriction of my airway, I came hard. Pretty sure my pussy was like a geyser. I thought it would be over, put apparently the fun was just beginning. Well fun for them.
I heard another voice. A really young voice. She was crying, obviously scared. Little ones aren’t allowed in this club. My blindfold was removed and I was shocked to see such a young innocent girl. “She is a nobody’s brat, Summer. She will not be missed. Saving her from a life of poverty and pain,” the husband said. I had a choice. I could live as an accomplice or die as a victim. I was so confused. I had no idea what was fantasy anymore. Maybe it was the drugs? I knew they slipped me something quite strong. They untied me. I knew what I had to do. I said I was sorry under my breath and I carved that little sweet thing up like a turkey. Cut off her breasts, cut of her clitty, even clipped her pussy lips off. It was like clipping an angel. Her cries were deafening, but arousing at the same time. She looked like a little whore actually. They were right, she didn’t need to live. I started jabbing the blade into her bloodied cunnie. I was being cheered on to snuff the little bitch.
I hurt her until she made no more sounds. I was covered in blood like a crazed serial killer. I drank a glass of wine and the next thing I knew, I was in my bed. Had it all been a dream? I was looking through my wallet to see if I had any credit card receipts when I found a business card from the club owner. Clearly I had been there. Had I really snuffed a little girl or was it just some drug induced delusional fantasy? Either way, it was hot.
