Category: Domination phone sex

Snuff Phone Sex in the Snow is Entertainment for Me in a Blizzard

snuff phone sexThis snuff phone sex bitch found herself snowed in at her kill shack over the weekend. I went up to kill a sexual predator that I kidnapped. So at least I did not get snowed in alone. I brought somebody to play with me. And this man deserved to die. He prayed on my fellow Goth girls. Not all Goth girls seem as dominant and evil as me. But am I as evil as people think? I mean, I do take out the trash on a regular basis.

So incel type men likely view me as the devil incarnate. But many women view me as a hero. I drugged this guy Saturday night and brought him to my kill shack. It started snowing on the drive, but I didn’t want to take him home. I wanted to feed the coyotes and the bears. In this brutal winter I’m sure they struggle to find food. People think bears hibernate all winter and although they do find a place to hide, they still go out looking for food. And nature wins as the best accomplice for me.

Since I got snowed in, I found time for cock and ball torture sex. I mutilated this man’s junk. Originally, I planned on letting him live without his balls. At least that way he would never pray on another woman again. However, I wanted to feed the wilderness too. With enough blood loss in this extreme cold, he didn’t need to be completely dead when I tossed him out in my yard. He would lack the strength to get far in the middle of nowhere. The bears would smell his blood and attack.

If I Get Snowed In, I Want a Companion to Torture for Entertainment

So, I carved him up. Mutilated his cock by putting my knife in his pee hole and sliding it all the way down. I turned his dick into potato skins essentially. He cried like a bitch too. I gave him deep enough cuts, avoiding the arteries, so he would slowly bleed out. And by Monday, I hauled his ass out back and left him in the snow. And then I watched and waited with binoculars. Sort of like a macabre game. Would he survive? Doubtful. But at least I gave him a chance.

I watched him try to crawl in the snow. He left a blood trail. But he didn’t get far before I watched wolves tear him apart. Four hungry wolves, each grabbed a limb and pulled until just a torso laid dead in the snow. Each wolf got a limb. However, they left the rest of him. And about an hour or so later, I watched a bear finish him off. I assume he died from the blood loss after the wolves severed his limbs. But I like to think perhaps he still had a heartbeat as the bear devoured every ounce of him.

The sadistic phone sex bitch knows how to have fun in a blizzard. At least while snowbound, I entertained myself and fed the wildlife. All the while saving future women. Not all heroes wear capes.

Evil Phone Sex Proves Therapeutic to Me

evil phone sexSomebody told me once that I look like an angel, but I harbor an evil phone sex bitch inside of me. Perhaps that seems like a true statement. And in more recent years, I have become more confident and more dominant. I’m still a switch. However, I still feel all this rage inside of me over my upbringing. And I channel that rage into others.

Mostly women, well young girls, because men hire me for their age play needs. They understand a mature woman can lure a young girl away from her home and friends much easier than a man.

But the only woman I’ve ever felt rage for would be my mother who left me with my piece of shit father knowing he would likely abuse me the moment she left. But young girls don’t really enrage me. When I serve them up to men like my father it’s pretty much survival of the fittest. And I do it for money.

Not Every Man Wants to Keep His Balls

However, when men hire me for castration phone sex, I feel invigorated. It gives me a chance to get out some of that rage on some loser with a tiny dick and worthless balls. I never show men sympathy like I do young girls. Perhaps that’s because I can relate to the young girls because I’ve been in their shoes before. But I never identify with men who like to abuse young girls. I just keep my mouth shut and do the job they hired me for and take my money to the bank.

But recently, I discovered that I enjoy cock and ball torture. Men in the club started hiring me for the VIP room to trample their cocks or kick them in the balls. And I found it therapeutic. Perhaps, the word got around that I like cock and ball torture, and now men pay me to do a lot more than just dance on their junk.

Joe hired me to castrate him. He’s what we would call a predator. He even needs to register on the sex offender list because he got in trouble with a young girl many years ago. I view him as weak with no self-control. So, he thought he could stay out of prison, where he would be murdered for his love of young girls, if he hired me to castrate him. He might still possess the urge for young girls, but he’d never be able to act on it ever again.

Castration and Cock and Ball Torture Feel Therapeutic to Me

So, he came over last night and I castrated him. I used castration bands on him. That’s what they use for sheep and cattle on farms. Serves as a chemical castration. You put them on tight enough, and it cuts the circulation off. Eventually, the balls shrivel up and become useless. But you could also snip the balls off too with little bloodshed and just cauterize the wound. I went that route.

But I kicked him in the balls a few times for shits and giggles. Did a little dance in my stilettos on his cock. He does like cock and ball torture sex, so I made sure he got some. Clean castration. He paid me well for the removal of his balls. Minimal damage. But I did get out some much needed rage on his balls. And it felt amazing. Therapeutic. And I felt like I did a good thing because I took one more predator out of the game.

Mutilation Phone Sex Left Me Carved Up Like a Holiday Ham

mutilation phone sexMutilation phone sex left me butchered. I don’t tend to think things through completely. I see ads on the dark net all the time looking for models for various snuff type photo shoots or films. But I only focus on the amount of money they plan to pay me. I never read the fine print about the possibility of bodily harm or even death.

So, when I saw the pay for a day’s work, I skipped reading the rest. I wrongly assumed I signed up for another snuff movie of some sort. But what I honestly signed up for turned out to be more of a butchering photo shoot. They wanted to carve me up like a Thanksgiving ham. However, they assumed I understood the risks. But I did not truly understand until a man came out of another room with a bunch of knives and an executioner’s mask on. I almost pissed myself.

What did I get myself into once again, ran through my head. He held a variety of knives, and they all looked very sharp. Oh boy, here we go again, I thought to myself. I might not survive this one or I might be permanently scarred from knife play phone sex. Luckily, I can photoshop a lot of my scars away. The executioner guy kept telling me not to tremble because he could slice an artery. But that did not do anything to relax my mind. It just sent me into a spiral of fear.

I Consider Myself More of a Druggy Whore Than a Pain Slut

I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate extremely hard on anything, but what he would do to me. So, I could feel the knives slicing my flesh. And I just tried to stay focused on my happy place. Luckily, I did my last bit of blow before he strapped me to this cold slab. Minutes felt like hours. I could feel my crimson blood flowing down my mutilated flesh. But I stayed focused in my mind. Telling myself I can get through anything.

I’ve been through a lot in my life. Perhaps most people look at me as a pain slut. I see it a bit differently. I’m a drug addicted whore, who puts herself in dangerous situations for a fix. I don’t sign up for this shit because I like pain. Pain just helps me earn money to buy cocaine. So, I view myself more as a druggie whore than a pain slut. However, my threshold for pain gets better every time.

This felt like pure torture sex. And I suppose the director aimed for that. No doubt the world contains plenty of men who love to see a mother butchered like that. By the time the session concluded, I looked like I walked off a horror movie set. But the blood on my body was not make up. Tiny cuts covered my flesh. Luckily, they never touched my face. And with winter, I can get away with long sleeves and pants until my wounds heal. When will I ever learn?

Castration ass fucker strikes again

Castration phone sex

You’ve found me again, followed and stalked for your evil fuck ways. I thought I would never see your dead eyes again but you can’t stop thinking about me, the pretty blonde bitch with the great ass. A killer after dark, using me as a torture device. I love this shit and never forgot our first date. You showed me your dungeon of collected cocks you’ve taken from your victims just to take all your rage and rape fantasies out on pretty girls like me. Filming me at the same time for your sick fuck mind to look back at.

Castration cock fucker holding me hostage..

I never forgot the wall of big dead dick’s. You were so proud of all the castration and killing trying to impress a princess like myself. However, I live for the torture you perform on me. Strapping me down by my hands and feet. I’m unable to move and barely breathe. I love the fear you give me as you start spreading my legs. You’re so damn proud of your stolen obgyn table. The stirrups give you the best view of my creamy cunt ready to take some of those cut up bloody cocks. “Are you ready you little whore?” you ask. “Give it your best” I tell you.

Dr Domination and all his rage…

You gag my mouth, clamp my tits and shove a deadly broken 13inch dead BBC inside me. It feels like I’m getting rammed by sausage gone bad. Ripping, tearing and shredding my little insides. Tears running down my eyes as you look around for the next one to shove in. With two fingers in my ass and a dead dick filling my swollen red sloppy wet pussy your rapidly fuck me. I can’t move or scream, just whimpering and barely able to see. This would be such a nightmare to most girls but for me it’s sweet dark intimacy. Thrusting my hips up and down. Swirling my ass side to side. I wanna feel this deadbeat girth to the fullest.

“Squirt for me bitch”. As you go harder. Don’t temp me honey because my fresh juices will cover your face. You pull up a stool to make sure your in full view, spreading me further and further till my cervix couldn’t take it. My ass starts pumping and I can feel that cold shaft tapping my stomach. “Holy shit….”I mumble scream and cream at the same time. Just as you asked you sick fuck, I covered your evil creepy face good.

Taboo Phone Sex Fantasies Come True with the Right Accomplice

taboo phone sexI enjoy taboo phone sex. Honestly, I don’t understand why men call for vanilla sex. Isn’t that why you get married? So, you can enjoy the boring shit with your wife and save the kinky stuff for women like me. Sometimes I do crave vanilla, romantic sex. Thus, the reason I’m cross listed on two of this company’s sites. I can be both wicked and sweet and innocent too.

But it makes sense for a woman like me to have a taboo side. I spent most of my youth servicing my drunk father and all his drunk poker buddies. My father did not allow me to attend high school. I think he feared I would run away or spill the beans on what really happened at home to a guidance counselor or teacher. And eventually I ran away from home, but I kept daddy’s secrets.

And now I help men like my father with their preferred dirty fantasies. When I first started this job, I told myself helping men with their rape phone sex fantasies would prevent them from acting on them. Gave them a creative outlet for those fantasies that would put men behind bars for acting out.

I Enjoy Helping Men Turn Their Dark Fantasies Into Realities

 But now I hope some men truly do naughty things to young girls. Despite my past, I grew up ok. Sure, I did not grow up vanilla, but I am an independent woman who can support herself and help others.

Men will always crave something young and tight. And some men will get it and for others it will remain fantasy. But as a seasoned whore and switch, I hope men act on their dark fantasies. In this world, I truly believe you must adopt a survival of the fittest mentality to survive. I survived my youth.

And now because of my experience, I am best accomplice phone sex partner. I’ve been on both sides of the coin. That makes me uniquely qualified to help men like you with your needs for something young and tight on your dick. Fantasy thoughts do not need to remain fantasy thoughts with me.

A Snuff Phone Sex Valentine’s Day I Did Not Ask For, But I Got It

snuff phone sexPerhaps you could say I enjoyed a snuff phone sex weekend. Many men wanted to explore their violent fantasies about mommy for Valentine’s Day. Nobody gave me flowers or candy. But they did give me bruises and sore fuck holes.

My stepson wanted to live stream a Valentine’s Day edition with his redheaded stepmom. Since he blackmails me and bribes me with cocaine, I never have much choice in the matter. He gives me the best blow. However, he makes me work harder for it than any of those other drug dealers or snuff film makers. While the camera rolled, he said some silly little Valentine’s Day poem about turning his mommy black and blue. When I saw him put a bunch of oranges in a pillow sack, I knew what came next.

A good beat down came next. He said batter up and the tips came in. Then he started beating me black and blue. You would think that a pillowcase full of oranges would not hurt, but it feels almost as painful as somebody punching the crap out of you. We heard a crack and then I could barely breathe. For a moment, I thought uh oh I’m making a snuff porn, and I will die accidentally on Valentine’s Day. And although he broke a rib at least it didn’t puncture my lung. But he didn’t stop beating me even after he cracked my rib.

My Stepson Beats Me Black and Blue But He Gives Me the Best Blow

Likely, most of my ribs he cracked in the past. It’s painful. But they heal with time and rest. Clearly, he needed money. And since I am his cash cow, I came to the rescue. Truth be told I needed a bunch of blow to keep up with my two biological sons and their 10 friends that spent the weekend with us. To be a gang bang mommy whore requires a lot of cocaine. The kind of cocaine only my stepson can provide.

At least my boy let me do lines of cocaine in between every beat down, because honestly, I didn’t feel any pain until the cocaine wore off. But he did leave my body battered. Black and blue. I came up with a lie that I fell down the stairs. Blamed it on the dog. My husband believed that I tripped over the dog because he thinks he married a typical suburban housewife. But he really married a druggie whore who stars in snuff movies so she can get cocaine. And he has no clue that I’m his first son’s cash cow whore.

Babysitter Phone Sex is How You Gain Access to Super Young Pussy

babysitter phone sexIf you enjoy bad babysitter phone sex, you might be in the right place. A few years ago, I discovered that people hire strangers to watch their brats. Perhaps you could call me a master of disguise. I have wigs and clothes to fit different personas. Plus, I acquired several fake IDs. I know some people who know things.

Sometimes when a brat appears super young, as in too young to be at the mall or outside playing by herself, men hire me. These babysitter boards never include pictures of the brats. But it’s easy to find out what the brats look like with a social media search of the parents. So, you can get an idea of which brat you would want me to babysit for you.

Then there are times when I become the babysitter for my clients own daughter or niece or like this weekend, the best friend of his daughter. My client seems consumed by his rape phone sex fantasies for his very young daughter ‘s best friend.

I think he decided that fucking his own daughter would seem too risky because his wife does not support this kind of stuff. Apparently, she’s a stick in the mud like most wives. So, he put in a good word for me with the neighbors. He told them he’s hired me numerous times. Although he did not lie, he’s hired me for other things besides babysitting.

Behind Every P Man is The Woman That Helped Him Get That Young Pussy

As his accomplice, he planned it all out. Soon as the neighbors left, I spike this little angel’s sippy cup, and my client came over to fuck the little girl of his wet dreams. And I thought of everything. Plastic tarp on her princess bed to prevent cum and blood stains. Spiked milk so she would not wake up or feel anything until the next day.

My client didn’t last long inside such a tight little pussy, but he did bust a huge load. I think he lasted seven minutes. For a girl her age, if she’d been awake, she would’ve been screaming and crying for her mommy.

After he left, I cleaned up the crime scene. Her blood and his DNA appeared everywhere. Now I did protect the bed with the tarp which I put in a garbage bag and shoved in my trunk to burn in my fire pit. I gave my little charge a bath and even a douche to wash away all my client’s DNA.

I love accomplice phone sex jobs. Being a bad babysitter is something I enjoy. And I became very good at it with lots of practice. I’m sure there’s some little girl you would love to fuck, but you just need the right partner.

I Belong in Snuff Movies, That’s What Men Tell Me

snuff moviesSo many people think I belong in snuff movies. Although, I’ve made a few, I honestly try to avoid the snuff world, believe it or not. I survived nine days snowed in with my family. Surprisingly enough, I successfully traded enough cocaine to last for the blizzard.

But yesterday the weather felt great. For once, it did not feel like single-digit weather. And I decided to go out and see if I could score some more coke so I could watch the Super Bowl with my boys and their friends. Plus, I think I experienced some cabin fever. I just needed to get out of the house.

I went to this little dive bar first because I thought I could party with some old blue-collar workers. They love to share their coke. Although I’m talking about a bump here and a bump there. It’s not like I would walk away with a huge bag of coke. This bar appeared safe. But then I saw him. And I almost pissed myself.

I saw a snuff porn director who I’ve worked for in the past. The last time I did, he sent me to the ER, with a broken arm and a fractured ankle. Not to mention all the bruises. But when I went to the ER, they all assumed my husband beat me up. I never confirmed that, but I never denied it either. Once he saw me, I could not escape. I think I pissed him off with polite pleasantries. He pushed me into a single stall bathroom. And I tried not to panic.

Sometimes, I Wonder if I Will Dying Trying to Score Blow

He pulled out some coke from his pocket. And I should’ve known better. As soon as I got a taste of his excellent cocaine, he started strangling me. Hard. I thought he might crush my windpipe. He held me against the wall with his hand on my throat. And I heard him unzip his pants. Strangling felt like the least of the evils. He wanted to explore his rape phone sex fantasies with me.

The music sounded so loud outside, combined with all the talking. I didn’t think anybody would hear me scream. But he kept his hand on my throat the entire time so I could not truly scream as he forced his cock in and out of my pussy. At least he let me get high first, I thought to myself. Maybe he didn’t want me to feel the pain.

He fucked my pussy hard. By the time he finished, he released his grip on my throat, and I fell to the ground with a thud. He spit on me and called me a whore. Tossed me a little bag of coke to get me through game at best. Now I have a ring around my neck from his hands. And I still don’t have enough coke to get through another week.

Accomplice Phone Sex Pays My Bills

accomplice phone sexI enjoy accomplice phone sex calls. But I think that might be because I just enjoy being the accomplice in my personal life too. I learned quickly in this seedy underworld of snuff that crime pays. And as the accomplice, the focus goes to someone else, not me.

I met Hank last night at a bar. We enjoyed some beers and discussed the possibility of working together. I felt I must work with Hank. Hank used to be an associate of my former master. The one I bought my freedom from one young girl at a time. Anytime my former master sends me a client, I feel obliged to take the job. Although I do get paid from his associates, it’s always in the back of my head that if I don’t take the job and do it right, I might end up dead.

And I know how to survive. I’m scrappy. Been on my own since my schoolgirl days. Hank and I talked over beer. He wants to make a series of teen rape porn movies. Not for him, but for one of his clients who needs to remain anonymous to me. Personally, I don’t care who wants the movies if I get paid. This will be a lucrative gig for me. Five different videos with girls of different ages and ethnicities. But all young.

Being a Professional Accomplice Earns Me a Great Living

I accepted the job because he offered me $50,000 per video I help him make. That’s $250,000. That can seriously help with my debt and my bills. This will be a challenging gig. I need to find five different girls. And all young and likely never without adult supervision. Luckily, I do not need to kidnap them all at once. One little whore at a time.

He came to the right girl. It’s much easier to lure young girls away as a woman. The stranger danger does not seem to be as present in young girls for women as it does for men. I think that’s because the media and family constantly sell the notion that it’s dirty old white men who like young girls. And although that is mostly true, behind every good P man is a woman like me. Hank paid me a deposit. And he told me he did not need to know the details if I delivered a girl a month to a warehouse downtown.

After our conversation and my generous advance, I went looking. Honestly, with the temps below freezing I did not think I’d find too many girls playing outside. Plus, it gets dark so early now that you rarely see anybody that young out by themselves after 6 PM. But I found some young girl riding her bicycle up and down the street. So, I accidentally on purpose clipped her back wheel driving past her to give me an excuse to take her home.

Young Girls Never Fear Mature Women

She snuck out of the house because she could not sleep and decided to ride her bike up and down the street. She looked the right age and fit the description of one of the girls Hank wanted me to procure for his client. So, I told this girl I’d take her back to my place to bandage up her knee and hammer out the dent I put in her fender on her back wheel. Putty in my hands.

Now she’s in a cage in my basement like an animal. I’m just waiting two days to bring her to the location and collect the rest of my first $250,000 fee. One girl fell into my hands, way too easily. So, I doubt the rest of the girls I acquire for these ass rape porn movies will go as smoothly.

But I am a seasoned accomplice. As a former slave, I watched, observed and learned how to survive in this world. And I also know how to remain undetected and under the radar. No doubt Hank will be impressed with my first girl. Too bad for her she will never see her family or friends again. But does the world really need any more brats.

Mommy dearest pimped my pussy to my evil brother

I come from a dark past hence why I love getting tortured by a master or even you. I have one hell of a brother that used my tight little canal as his punching bag. Used and abused every night while our parents slept, he crept into my room. Choking me, fucking me, whatever he needed to do to take out all that rage and anger he held inside.  I was his incestual livestock, a young whore he treated like an animals. I didn’t ever expect to see this asshole again but my master had different plans. His giraffe cock was the biggest cock I’d ever had, stretched my tight twat to what it is today!

Big bad mean brother comes back into town just to torture and torment me…

He still  carries his old brown leather belt the one he whipped me with when we were little ones. He tied me down, and guzzled my throat. His normal evil sick position he prefers to fuck me in. Still and will always be up to his old dirty tricks. His evil ways and the eyes he glares at me while he twists up my tight little twat. My mommy would watch back in the day. Making sure I was slaving away, even would help him tie me up. She was always as sick as the men she made me fuck.

Domination at it’s best, I grew to love being someone’s property

Mommy would guide him to slam my knees to my chin and spread me out as far as my little legs would go. Using every one of my fuck holes. Bleeding and creaming, I can’t even remember which family member popped my swollen cherry. Brother’s big dick was always ravaging and sharp. Tearing up my insides and then my family watching me bleed out. I began to love this type of sex which why I’m my master perfect pretty prize. My master loves tag teaming with my evil brother. Holding me down as an evil team, making me swallow cum, spit whatever they wanted. I crave humiliation, cum tell me how you’ll do me wrong…