Category: Knife play phone sex

Snuff Sex So Many Men Seem Deserving of These Days

snuff sexSome people seem more deserving of snuff sex than others. And I know I’m not a highly moral person. And by that I just mean, the people I kill maybe the average person would never murder. I used to suffer from an impulse disorder. If somebody pissed me off, I usually killed them on the spot. But that’s how you get caught. And my grandpa helped me with my impulse issues. Turned me into a highly skilled assassin essentially.

Now if somebody pisses me off, I don’t kill them. Well, I don’t kill them immediately. I let my anger fester for them, and I plot their demise so that I can get away with their murder. Few people have killed as many people as me. Now some of my kills I will admit men paid me. A sort of killer phone sex babe for hire sort of thing. But I’m being truthful. I’ve killed a lot more people for sport and revenge than I have for pay.

Charlie died last night. But only after 48 hours of torture. Don’t feel sorry for Charlie, he deserved it. A brat predator. He’s on that brat registry. I know I don’t really care that much about what men do to little girls because they just grow up to be bitches anyway for the most part. But this guy tried to force fuck a friend of mine’s baby sister. When she told me the details, I decided to plot Charlie’s cock and ball mutilation and death.

Men Rarely Ever Meet a Sicker Bitch Than Me

He spent 48 hours tied up in my basement to my castration chair. First thing I did was put hat pins in his worthless dick and balls. I guess, I used about 100 hat pins on his disgusting dick and balls. After that, I shaved the skin off his cock and balls with a razor blade. Very fine skin shavings and then I poured a bottle of alcohol on him. Not sure I ever heard a man scream like that before. But he deserved it for all the pain he’s inflicted on little girls over the years.

I didn’t just mutilate his junk either. But I also carved off his nipples. I burned his flesh. And I shoved a broken beer bottles up his asshole shredding him from the inside out. Castration turned out to be the least of his concerns. I mutilated and mangled his body. And I caused so much intense pain that he almost died of a heart attack. But I didn’t want him dying of natural causes. So eventually, I sliced open his femoral artery and watched him bleed out. I did that last act of torture sex outside in the wild so that the animals would smell the blood and eat him alive.

I’m a sick bitch. You don’t want to cross me either because I just get sicker with age. Don’t mess with me. Don’t mess with my friends. And don’t mess with any of my friends’ loved ones either. Or you might die even a more heinous death than Charlie.

Snuff Phone Sex Calls Often Involve Torture Too for Me

snuff phone sexI enjoy snuff phone sex calls. As a sexy accomplice and switch, sometimes I’m in charge of the killing. And it feels good to be the queen when that happens. I did a favor for a fellow stripper last night. And I did this gig for free. Hos before bros and all. She has an ex-boyfriend problem. An abusive piece of shit with a restraining order against him. However, that never stops him.

But I knew I could stop him. I could stop him permanently. And I sexually mutilated his junk along the way. I talked with my friend, and we set a honey trap. I let him think that I gave him the address of his ex-girlfriend. But it was my address. And she laid in wait as I did with knives hidden everywhere for our safety. When he arrived, he seemed shocked to see me. But then my fellow stripper, the object of his desire, came out from the bedroom.

We started kissing, making him horny and jealous. But that was part of our plan. Much easier to castrate a stiff dick than a limp one. And he deserved castration phone sex, maybe more than anybody I ever castrated before. Some men think they’re entitled to pussy. And some men think they own women. So, I enjoy giving men a wakeup call.

Men Do Not Get Away With Harassing My Friends

When I kissed him, I slipped a cock ring on to help keep him erect. He never saw me coming. I think he felt too horny to care about anything else than my hand on his dick. But the next thing he felt on his dick was a cool steel blade.

Sure, I could’ve gone for the nuts immediately. However, I wanted to savior the torture. So, I sliced the tip of his dick off instead. This guy would not survive the night anyway. I could slice and dice his junk all I wanted. He would never use it again. And he will never stalk or harass another woman again.

We spent a few hours slicing little parts of his dick off like we were cutting those little hotdog dogs and putting them into the baked beans. I said that my friend thought maybe we could feed the severed parts of his dick to my dogs. And my pups love hot dogs. Seeing the expression on this guy ‘s face as my dogs ate part of his dick turned me on. I can be a sick bitch when I want.

I Enjoy Castrating Men who Think They Own Women

Eventually, we grew tired of him and the torture sex of his junk. So, she took him out of his misery. With my hands on his throat, I squeezed as tightly as I could. His ex-girlfriend, my friend, sat on his face to smother him. We felt him take his last breath. And she helped me dismember him. We made a mess. But I watch enough movies. So, I knew I needed a tarp and a cadaver saw. And an interesting thing, once a person’s dead the blood doesn’t spill out their bodies like you would think.

We put his severed limbs into this big bag. And we buried them in the woods in different places. Chances of anybody finding all of him seemed slim to us. But he will never harass another one of my friends. Or any women for that matter. And don’t think for a second I won’t neuter you either if you get out of line. Castration is not just for stalkers.

Killer phone sex with my knife and your big fat dick

Killer phone sexKiller phone sex, there are no limits. I have plenty of dark desires. But what constantly swirls in my twisted mind is fresh prey. Each innocent face is a canvas awaiting the macabre masterpiece I’ll paint with blood and lust.

Little bald pussies so good you want to devour!

I have a collection of blades, but my favorite is my twelve-inch hunting knife. It’s such a rush to penetrate the little cunts with it. I love the sound of the blood gushing out of their little fuck holes.

Blood is a great lubricant; it’s so warm when you slide in, and the stickiness makes the friction so good. Your cock in a tight, bloody pussy will make great footage. We are going to have fun making Snuff movies.

I want the last thing these little bitches feel is getting double dicked by you and my knife. We can do anything we want to these little brats. Each stroke of the blade, each thrust of the dick, will be choreographed to maximize the shock value, the horror, the sheer ecstasy of their depraved escapades.

 

Knife Play Phone Sex Requires More Skill and a Sick Mind

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex will always be my favorite. Honestly, I find no skill in guns. A gun can kill a person from half a mile away. Even further depending on your skill level and the gun. Long range shooting requires some skill. However, close range shooting just requires luck and the element of surprise. With a knife, my subject needs to be within inches of me.

And I prefer knives over guns for other reasons too. A knife can be more brutal because you can do more with a knife than you can with a gun. It requires more skill in planning because to kill somebody with a knife you must be within inches of that person. I don’t even own a gun. However, I own over 1000 knives. I consider many of those knives vintage. Grandpa collected knives. And I inherited his collection and made it better.

Some of these knives belonged to serial killers and murderers who died at my grandpa ‘s private prison. Trinkets to my grandpa. I love using a knife with a story and giving it another story. The knife I used this weekend to castrate a loser who preys on drunk Goth girls, once belonged to a serial killer who would remove the body parts of women and put them onto the men he killed. A very fascinating serial killer who like to turn girls into boys and vice versa.

This Sick Bitch Enjoys Castration

Since I always feel like a sadistic phone sex bitch, I decided to use that knife to castrate this loser and then I took his severed dick and glued it to a pair of strap-on panties. I gave myself the ultimate gift. The gift of his severed useless cock. And I made him suck it. I told you I’m a sick bitch. This man purposely drugs women to take advantage of them. He’s a predator. And he appears to be the kind of man who only escalates.

So, I neutered him. And he should feel lucky that I only removed his balls and his dick. Because this asshole deserved to die. But I think for predators neutering them seems like a more fitting punishment. He will never experience a hard dick again. And he will never hurt another woman again either. He will pee through a stray for the rest of his life.

Sometimes, Neutering a Horny Man Seems Like the Best Punishment Ever

I just added another dimension to his punishment. Perhaps, I felt inspired by a serial killer whose knife I used to sever this guy ‘s dick and balls. We all find inspiration somewhere, right? I used gorilla glue to attach his severed dong to the outside of my strap-on panties. Then I made the loser who just lost his dick, and balls suck his severed cock.

I think he would’ve preferred me to kill him in the moment. But there’s no fun in it for me if I simply give a man what he wants. They need to suffer. And I know castration phone sex does not always make a man suffer enough. But filming him sucking his own severed dick that I attached to my special panties, seemed like a new level of humiliation that even I had not thought of yet.

A gun would not let me castrate a man or enjoy some post castration humiliation. But a knife does.  And a knife with a little bit of sick history makes it even more fun. So be careful men. Me and my knife collection sever balls one loser at a time.

Violent phone sex with an evil little bitch

Violent phone sex with a little bitch like me can get wild. I mean look at this face does it look like I give a good fuck!? The sound a stupid cunt whimpering for her life makes my little pussy drip. I’m that ride or die accomplice that loves nothing more than tying up a worthless whore and watching her holes get rage fucked. I mean the kind of rage fucking that has her barely breathing and clinging onto her dear life. As I whisper in her ear that it’s lights out soon her body trembles, and your cock feels every ripple of fear that floods her stupid body making you want fill her cunt. I hold that cold blade to her nipples dragging it back and forth as you plow her. Stretch that little bitch wide open. I want to be able to stick my fist in that cunt by the time you’re done!violent phone sex

Blasphemy Phone Sex: We Should Praise Satan and Reject God

blasphemy phone sexBlasphemy phone sex I enjoy as an atheist. You want to desecrate a church? Do you want to fuck in a church? Or maybe you want to sacrifice a young girl in a church? I’m in for all the above because I’m a sick bitch. Fuck the church.

I never hesitate to say, Fuck God. When I met Dave, he wanted to fuck a young girl. He grew up Catholic. And he grew up attending the Catholic Church services weekly. I think a lot of organized religion does a number on us. Makes us feel bad for enjoying sex and masturbating. But when you say fuck God, it feels so much more liberating. So, I have zero issue with blasphemy sex.

Together we kidnapped a little girl of his wet dreams. Lured her away from the park with my lost puppy story. I chloroformed her and shoved her in the backseat. And we took her to this Catholic church two counties away.  I can kidnap a girl right under her parents’ noses. One of my many deviant skills. Another deviant skill, I can pick any lock, even the lock to a Catholic Church.

Lets Fuck God and Praise Satan for Some Hot Blasphemy

We tied the little bitch to the altar. One of my many knives is shaped like a cross. But the bottom of the cross, I sawed off to make it easier to cut a bitch open. I stabbed her in the belly button and then I cut all the way up to her sternum. We could see her blood flowing and her internal organs.

While she laid unconscious bleeding out on this Catholic Church altar, we praised Satan and cursed God. And then he fucked her dying little body. I could see his cock going in and out of her body from the inside. Now that’s something I don’t see every day. But he wanted her to suffer. I think he always fantasized about sex with dead bodies. He came when she took her last breath. My hand stayed on her pulse until I pronounced her dead.

He shot a massive load inside her, and I could see his cum mixing in with the blood in her tiny little body that I cut open. She died for a twisted fantasy. And so, I could line my pockets with his money. Blasphemy or necrophilia. Nothing too twisted for this sadistic bitch.

Killer Phone Sex Adventures is What I Enjoy

killer phone sexWeekends are for killer phone sex. I love hunting on the weekends. No school, no work. A much bigger pool of victims to select from. Now I’m like Dexter. I do have a moral code for murder. Dexter‘s father guided him. However, for me, my grandfather guided me. Taught me to kill with a purpose and how to get away with it. Sometimes I’m a killer for hire. And sometimes I do it to satisfy my craving for murder.

Killing another person feels invigorating and powerful. Especially when you kill somebody who does not deserve to keep on breathing. I know the law says I shouldn’t do what I do. But let’s face it. The justice system seems corrupt. The wrong people often find themselves in prison. While the guilty parties walk around free.

Perhaps, you could call me a snuff sex vigilante. Especially when somebody fucks with one of my Goth girls. It’s a matter of principle for me. Men, especially those incel types think they can take advantage of Goth girls. Not on my watch. And I got word that a loser harassed the bartender of my favorite Goth bar.

A drunk asshole who didn’t like a woman cutting him off at the bar. He came back the next day, harassed her, vandalized part of the bar and sliced her tires. A man with that kind of entitlement and rage should not still be breathing. So, I decided to take matters into my own hands.

The Struggle is Real Not to Kill a Loser within Five Minutes of Meeting Him

No problem finding this loser because he used his credit card at the bar. And I have excellent hacking skills. I can find any information I want. And I got his address. I broke into his house and castrated him. Of course he woke up. But I wanted him to wake up. I wanted him to feel the pain of castration. When he woke up, he found himself tied to his bed. The first thing he saw was me sharpening the knife I planned on using on his balls.

Consider me both judge and jury. I listed his offenses and told him I planned on neutering him. Take a little bit of that anger out of him. I’m not sure if he sexually assaulted anybody yet. But, with a guy like that who feels self-entitled and gets incredibly angry when somebody tells him no, his anger only escalates. Eventually, he would force himself on some woman who rejected him. I wanted to kill him but castrating him fit my moral code better. Letting him live with the reminder of what he did.

Castration Leaves Men with a Reminder That Actions Have Consequences

Castration phone sex requires a sharp blade. However, sometimes I like to use a rusty old knife. One that will prolong the agony. And leave a nasty scar. Although I kill a lot of people, I castrated more than I kill. To me it seems like the ultimate punishment for men with anger issues towards women. I took his balls slowly and painfully. I cauterized the wound. But I left a nasty scar. A nasty reminder of what a prick he used to be.

But that’s the point. Leave them with a daily reminder that their actions have consequences. Women don’t need to take shit from men. I took his balls home as a souvenir. And I put them in a jar of formaldehyde and put them on my shelf with my collection of severed balls.

I never worry about men going to police. Castration seems like a very personal act of violence. So, predators and incels, if they turn me into the cops they go down too because I always document their crimes very well. And I make sure they know that before I leave with their balls in a jar. It feels good to be the queen bitch.

Snuff Porn Made Me Do It

Snuff porn Snuff porn makes my fucking cunt throb, I get so wet fantasizing about how it would feel to take a guy out while giving him my pussy I imagine me riding his cock nice and slow, making him feel like he is going to explode, as I bounce on his dick my pussy gets wetter my juices sliding down his thick shaft. 

Blindfolded and helpless, he moans in pleasure, arms tied to the bed so he can’t move or fight, legs tied to the bed post, pulling his nipple clamps tighter as he moans softly. 

He is in ecstasy, little does he know that’s about to come to an end, pulling my sharp long knife from my bra, still riding his hard cock, tracing the blade across his chest, he moans softly. 

Out of nowhere, I slice his nipple off. He screams loudly that erection is no longer a thing, slicing his other nipple off, stuffing both of them in his screaming mouth. 

Hoping off his flaccid cock, he screams and begs for his life, tired of him pleading and crying I take my blade to his juggler vein, so he can bleed out and shut the fuck up so I can hack him up in peace, moving down to his limp dick, slicing it off in one quick slice, laughing at how big it still is, placing in in a mason jar, next up his big balls will follow. 

I can’t decide on how I want to get rid of the body, I call Master and ask for advice, he says just wait for me I will be there in five minutes you know sex with dead bodies is my favorite, is his asshole still intact he asks , yes Master I saved that part of him for you. 

Castration Phone Sex Fixes the Problem of Big Dick Energy in Men with Small Dicks

castration phone sexCastration phone sex seems on the rise. Honestly, with all this alpha male bullshit I’m seeing on social media and stuff, I figured more men would attempt to embrace their worthless dicks. But I think all that big dick energy makes men less self-aware. In my opinion, men with big dick energy and pinky dicks are the worst kind of men. They see women as owing them something. So, they don’t take no for an answer.

But my big ass knife reiterates my no.  I embrace my inner butcher. But some girls consider me sort of an antihero. I make bars and streets safer for them. I neuter the big dick energy boys. The ones who think we owe them our bodies because they are male. The men who brag about a 2-inch dick. I revoke men’s Man cards. No woman owes a man anything.

And last night I encountered a man with the biggest dick energy yet. But he also displayed the smallest dick I’ve ever seen. Tiny does not begin to describe it. I could put his cock under a microscope and still would not see it. A bit of exaggeration, but you get the point. He ended up in my Goth throwing around that big dick energy with nothing to back it up. And insulting women after they rejected him nicely.

Snuff sex seemed too good for him. He needed neutered. And I knew just how to do it. I let him think his cheesy ass pick up lines worked on me. And we went back to his place. Poor simp told me I looked like I walked right out of his wet dreams. However, he would soon view me more as a nightmare girl than a dream girl.

Men, Women Do Not Owe You a Thing and We Do Not Want Tiny Dicks

I spiked his bourbon. And before long, he acted drunk. I helped him up onto a chair and I strapped him down. Pulled out the tiniest little dick I’ve ever seen. But he had church bells for balls. His dick resembled a very sad turkey. But I castrated him. And I think I did him a favor. Castration made his dick look bigger. Once I removed those gigantic balls that took the attention away from his little nub, he looked bigger. But not big enough for that big dick energy.

But he seemed too busy crying like a bitch to see the gift I gave him. Maybe one day he will see that I did him a favor. I gave him a clean castration, meaning I cauterized the wound so he would not bleed out. Sure, that method burns the flesh, but it reduces scarring. He’ll never fuck again. But I couldn’t imagine he ever fucked before. Not with such a tiny dick. At least I took away some of that big dick energy that caused him to act a fool. He will never pop a little chubby ever again.

It’s always the biggest losers with the tiniest dicks that create most of the problems in this world for women. But this sadistic phone sex bitch will take care of men like that one at a time. And eventually, I will rid the world of all the false gods.

Killer Phone Sex Weekend with My Teen Protégé Ended a Bully’s Life

killer phone sexI enjoyed a killer phone sex weekend with my young ingenue. She developed a bully problem at school. I like this girl. Young and sadistic just like me. I took her under my wing a couple months ago and we’ve been a killing duo ever since.

I’ve been instilling in her my hierarchy for killing. Some people just deserve castration and torture. But many deserve to die. This boy at school apparently appears extremely gifted with computer graphics and AI. He creates deep fake revenge porn. But he only uses it on the girls who reject him. So, he creates a deep fake porn of him fucking these girls, uploads it to a site and invites the entire class to watch.

A boy like that will grow up to be worse. You don’t start off young and cruel and grow out of it. You get a taste for it, and you get worse as your age. So, in my mind, a perfect candidate for a snuff porn. My protégé and I hatched a plan to lure him to me. We catfished him using a deep fake of the most popular girl at school. I’ve killed a few schoolgirls and schoolboys over the years, but mostly I kill adults. But this boy needed me to revoke his breathing card.

Occasionally, I Take on A Young Protégé and Turn Her into a Killer Also

He seemed shocked to see my young accomplice. When I made my presence known, the boy knew trouble would follow. I told him about his crimes. Honestly, I thought the boy might be some incel type. But he looked more like a typical high school jock. He seemed full of bravado. Just another egotistical male who doesn’t understand that some women might not want to date him.

I thought about castration but that still would not prevent him from creating deep fakes of women. Sure, he could no longer fuck women, but he could still do damage to them if I left him breathing. However, what I would do did not matter. I deflected to my protégé. And she wanted a mixture. Some cock and ball torture sex followed by death. I’ve never liked brats. But if I ever became a mother, I hope my girl will be just like her.

She utilized my knife collection well. After a couple hours of mutilating his junk, she slit his throat. Not the way I would kill him, but she’s still learning. Cutting the throat can be fun to watch because of the unique blood splatter. But also, because you can really see the expression of fear on their face as they try to hold their throat together to prevent them from bleeding out. However, it never works.

This Weekend, I Let My Protégé Pick the Victim and The Method of Death

I’m more visceral. And more sadistic. I like to disembowel and dismember my prey, so they feel every ounce of pain. And I want the pain to linger until they finally do take their last breath.

But I let her run the show. I accompanied her to bounce ideas off, moral support, and an accomplice after the fact. I helped her bury the body. Well, not so much, bury the body as leave it out in the woods behind my kill shack so the bears and coyotes will dispose of the evidence properly. The cops do not go out looking for tiny pieces of flesh that could be identified as a missing person. So maybe a toe gets left behind or an eyeball. Nobody finds that kind of stuff, not in the deep woods where I kill.

I’m helping my protégé make her school safe for all girls. This guy marks the third high school bully to bite the bullet. But teen boys today seem so much crueler than in my day. So, no doubt more male bullies will take his place. And we will kill them too.