Category: Knife play phone sex

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies for Mommy Explored with This Mommy Whore

rape phone sex fantasiesMost boys have rape phone sex fantasies for their mothers, but they never act on them. However, when they meet me, those same boys decide that I fit their idea of mommy. So, they force fuck me instead. Most of the time, I get myself in trouble all on my own searching for coke or money to buy coke. This time, I minded my own business, and I was not in cahoots with any unsavory characters. Well, I did not think my sons’ teenage friends appeared to be unsavory characters.

My boys wanted a pool party. So, I let them throw one. Each boy invited about 5 boys over. Since I had plenty of blow, I thought I would just hang out in my office, watch porn and talk dirty. But those ten extra boys had other ideas. They wanted to use me to make a gangbang rape porn. I do not know if they saw me as their surrogate mommy or saw me as a whore. It did not matter. They wanted to fuck me. And I had zero say in the matter.

One boy started it all when he barged into my bedroom. The door was closed. He did not knock. But he charged at me like wild animal. When I attempted to assert myself, he smacked my face. So aggressive for his age. My husband was nowhere to be found. I tried to scream, but he held a knife to my throat and told me to be a good whore, or he would slit my throat. Pure evil in his eyes. I did not know him. He was not a staple boy who hangs out with my sons.

Some Teen Boys Just Have Evil Inside Them

I froze in fear. And had no choice but to lie motionless as he forced his teen cock inside my ass and cunt. When I thought he finished, he yelled next, and more boys came to fuck me while he watched and held that knife against my throat. Even my own boys joined in and did nothing to help me. Nada. Nothing. They saw my fear and just hammered their cocks in my ass like they thought I was their personal ass rape porn star.

I let all 10 boys violate me. Plus, my two sons. But when they finished, I did most of my blow to dull the pain. And they went back to the pool like it was nothing. Like I was nothing.

Castration Phone Sex with My Protege Sierra is Double Trouble

castration phone sexYou know the only thing better than castration phone sex with me, is when you add my twisted friend and accomplice Sierra into the mix. Sierra and I go way back.  In fact, I knew Sierra when she was a young teen girl. And I like to think I helped mold her into the sick bitch she is today. Let me tell you how we met. One day, I went for a walk in the park. I always take the beaten path because I hate people. And I want to be left alone.

I heard screaming. A young female screaming. For the most part, I mind my own business. But I thought maybe some young girl fell off her bike or something. When I found the source of the screams, I discovered a dirty old man much like yourself trying to force fuck this cute young blonde girl. But the girl was fighting hard. For her age, to not freeze up in fear or just cry, seemed impressive to me. So, I decided to intervene. And I saw the potential to make her a sadistic phone sex bitch one day like me.

The man did not seem threatened by me. But he learned his lesson the hard way. I sprayed hand sanitizer in his eyes. And while he cried like a bitch, I restrained his wrists and his ankles with cuffs. Sierra watched in awe. And I saw the wheels turning. She wanted revenge. So, I gave her that opportunity. Yanked his pants down, then shoved dirt and grass in his mouth to mute him.

When I See Talent in a Young Girl, I Nurture it, Turn Her into an Evil Bitch Like Me

sadistic phone sexI looked at Sierra and said do what you want to him because he is your bitch now. Although I had knives on me, I always do, she appeared to think like me. She saw a Coke bottle, broke it in half, and used the jagged edge to carve her name in his chest. That’s how I learned her name. This dude started crying and dirt poured out his nose as he sobbed in pain. All I could do was  laugh at him and look at her with pride.

I knew she was not finished. She pulled his balls towards her body and I knew what would be next. She was my mini me. And I had to take her under my wing. After I watched her perform an impromptu extreme cock and ball torture sex move first, of course. Sierra dug the jagged coke bottle in the dirt first then sliced his balls off. She squeezed his severed testicles in her hands before shoving them down his throat. I watched this young teen girl go from victim to sadistic bitch quickly. And I’ve loved Sierra ever since.  Plus, mentored her wicked ways.

So, trust me when I say that if you are a pain slut and into extreme CBT play, you want Sierra. She learned from the best. And now she is my dark angel.

Private Domination: Teaching Little Whores Their Place

Knife play phone sexFuck, I love nothing more than dominating little whores, bending them to my will, and making them beg for more. I get off on the power, on the control, and on the sheer fucking pleasure of watching them squirm. Today, I had a little bitch all to myself, and I was going to teach her a lesson she wouldn’t forget.

I started by blinding her, a simple black blindfold, but it drove the point home that she was at my mercy. I could do whatever the fuck I wanted, and she wouldn’t see it coming. I bound her wrists and ankles, spreading her out on the bed, her tight little body on display for me.

“You’re a little whore, aren’t you?” I whispered, leaning down to bite her ear. “You need a strong woman to take control and show you your place.”

She nodded, her breath coming in short gasps, her body already trembling with anticipation. I smiled, a cruel and knowing grin, before running a knife gently down her body, the cold metal making her shiver.

“I could cut you, you know,” I murmured, my voice a low and dangerous purr. “I could mark this pretty little body of yours, make you bleed for me. Would you like that, you little slut?”

She whimpered, her body arching towards the knife, eager for the sensation. I chuckled, a dark and evil sound, before moving the knife away, denying her the pleasure.

“Please,” she begged, her voice a desperate plea. “Please, mistress, I need it.”

I smiled, before bringing the knife back, this time running it gently across her throat, feeling her pulse race beneath the blade. I could feel her fear, her excitement, her sheer fucking need. It was intoxicating.

I moved the knife down, tracing patterns on her skin, never breaking the surface, but leaving her breathless and begging for more. I teased her, bringing her to the brink of orgasm, only to pull back, denying her the release she so desperately craved.

“Cum for me, you little whore,” I commanded, my voice a harsh and dominant whisper. “Cum for me while I cut you, while I mark you, while I own you.”

With a final, desperate cry, she came, her body convulsing with pleasure as she screamed my name. I smiled, a satisfied and proud grin, before pulling the knife away, admiring my handiwork.

“Good girl,” I murmured, stroking her hair gently. “You took that like a champ, you little slut. Now, let’s see how many more times I can make you cum before you pass out.”

Fuck, dominating little whores is the best. If you want to join the fun, you know where to find me. Just make sure you’re ready for a wild and intense ride, because I’m not just any dominatrix, I’m a knife-wielding, orgasm-denying mistress, and I demand the best.

Violent Phone Sex is What Men Get When They Do Not Heed My Warnings

violent phone sexViolent phone sex is what I do. No vanilla shit for me. And for the love of Satan, no romantic baby talk with me. I am not your girlfriend. You are my victim or my accomplice, but nothing more. And I mean nothing more. However, just about daily either some dipshit tool calls me baby or honey on the phone or in person. I do not give off pet names and baby talk vibes. I’m a Goth babe. And a twisted one who kills anyone who looks at me the wrong way.

And David looked at me wrong. Plus, he would not stop calling me babe. We met at a bar where I just wanted to be alone with my thoughts. All I wanted was to drink some fine Kentucky bourbon and talk to the bartender, who is a friend of mine. Even she warned the guy. But he kept saying babe this, honey that. And he got a free castration phone sex card from me because of it.

Men Need to Respect My Boundaries and Listen to Me or Lose Their Balls

I spiked his drink and took him home. He came out of his drug-induced coma and discovered himself tied to his bed naked. Perhaps his crime does not seem extreme to you. And it’s not extreme, but it was the principal of the matter. I asked him three times to stop talking to me in baby talk and he refused. Just ignored me. Kept hitting on me after I told him to vacate my personal space. And that pissed me off. So, he needed a lesson.

Since I never leave home without a knife or two, I felt prepared to castrate him. I had no castration band. But I found rubber bands in his kitchen drawer and used those to cut the circulation off and decay his balls. I put those rubber bands on tightly too. His balls started turning blue instantly. And that made me smile. He pleaded to know what I was doing and why. Simple, I told him. He earned a free ball removal for not respecting my boundaries and hitting on me.

Persistent men like that who never take no for an answer do not deserve their balls. And I told him to feel grateful that all this sadistic phone sex bitch planned to do to him was slice his balls off. I left his dick so he can pee. But his sex drive, I killed. And I killed his erections permanently. Now, perhaps he will not hit on women tell him no.

Killer Phone Sex Overkill Excites Me

killer phone sexKiller phone sex gets bloody with me. What can I say? I love overkill. I used to tell myself that when I killed someone, I went into overkill mode because it made it look personal. An excessive death alerts the authorities that the murder of the victim resulted from a personal beef. And that throws suspicion off me. But the reality is I have anger issues. I hate the world most days, and I just like killing in a frenzy. After I have tortured my victim, of course.

I am not an opportunity killer. Sometimes, I kill a jackass or a cunt I meet out and about, but I usually wait to kill them later. Like a hunter, I stalk my prey. And kill when I have the best chance of getting away with it. And I always get away with snuff sex because I am smart. Sure, I kill folks who piss me off. But if I have direct ties to that person, I kill a surrogate instead. That’s how all folks should kill.

Essentially, I teach folks how to get away with murder. When Julie saw my mercenary ad on the dark web, she hired me to teach her what I know about killing and getting away with it. She wants to kill her abusive ex-boyfriend. Get this. Not only did he abuse her during their 8-year relationship, but she must also pay him palimony because their relationship is considered a common law marriage. No Mike, no more palimony and no more living in fear.

I Love to Kill and Teach Others to Kill

I felt for her. No man deserves respect let alone his life if he abuses a woman and takes her money too. Instead of teaching her how to get away with murder, I told her I would kill him for her. And I gave her a significant discount. Although I wanted to go into overkill mode with him, I needed this death to not look personal and throw suspicion on my accomplice.

So, I made it look like a robbery. Just one stab wound instead of 100. Although I wanted to make his body disappear, if I did that, she’d still need to shell out money because only death would end the court mandated palimony. Can I tell you how hard it was for me not to go helter skelter on this low life? But I checked my violent phone sex tendencies and stabbed him in the gut to bleed out. He appeared drunk, so he made an easy target for robbery.

I drove his carcass to the druggy party of town and dumped his body. But I took his wallet and watch, and expensive designer shoes. When they find his body, his ex will provide an airtight alibi taking her off the suspect list. Another dead leach? No one will miss him. But now I need a violent, over kill kill. Maybe you should be my next victim.

Slumber party whores’ dead holes make hot Gangbang rape porn

Gangbang rape pornGangbang rape porn means we work as a team, Daddy and I. He trains me in the arts of depravity – choking, burning, cutting, crippling. The more innovative the suffering, the higher the ratings. And I’m his most twisted star, the girl next door who revels in sadistic orgies and gang rapes. Slender whippings, electrocution, asphyxiation – I do it all with a smile, my holes hungry for their broken bodies.

Finding new victims is almost too easy. Pretty things, innocent and untested, ripe for the violation. Daddy lets me choose the ones he’ll break the most. He loves the ones with creamy skin and rosebud lips and he has a fetish for dark skinned sluts.

We gang rape them, Daddy’s friends and I. Vaginal, oral, anal – no hole is left untouched. Then the real fun begins. I hold them down as Daddy carves his mark, branding them as his property. They squeal and sob, begging for mercy. There is none.

The most thrilling are the ones who never come back. We get to snuff out their light as they thrash and scream, our cocks buried in their quivering meat. It’s a high like no other. Daddy beams with pride at his star pupil.

The stench of stale semen, sweat and blood coats my tongue as I kneel before Master, my Daddy. His cock tastes so much sweeter from our Torture sex. 

Midnight Whispers: Exploring the Extreme

Sex with dead bodies Attention, all you naughty boys and girls. I’m your ultimate fantasy, here to fulfill your darkest desires. I’ll take you on a twisted journey, where the line between pleasure and pain blurs, and you’ll love every second of it. I’m your sadistic seductress, a voice that whispers wicked delights and commands submission.

I’ll paint vivid pictures with my words, describing how I dominate and control, pushing the limits of pleasure. I’ll confess my love for the thrill of power, like that time I tied up a willing partner and teased them with a feather, alternating between pleasure and denial, watching their body squirm in helpless ecstasy.My voice will guide you through the shadows, where the forbidden becomes irresistible. I’ll share my experiences with those who crave the extreme, from role-playing as a ruthless dictator to indulging in the ultimate taboo—my deepest, darkest secret, which I’ll reveal only to those who dare to listen.

So, do you have the guts to explore the sinister side of pleasure? I’ll take you there and show you how twisted it can be. Your limits will be tested, and your desires unleashed. Call me, and let’s dance with the devil together.😈🔥💣

Bloody Phone Sex Fantasies Find Inspiration in Horror Movies

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex fantasies I masturbate to often. I love the sight, the smell, the feel and taste of blood. Perhaps, I should have been a vampire. It should be no surprise that I love horror movies. I am not the rom com kind of woman. Not the romance kind either. So, no Notebook for me. Sometimes, horror movies inspire my kills.

I love Eli Roth movies for their graphic nature. And Hostel 2 might just be my favorite. For one scene too. Although I love the premise that we can buy a snuff experience, the movie resonates with me because of this one scene. A woman buys a snuff experience in the opening of the film. And she buys a young woman too. Then she suspends her above her while she lies in a metal bathtub 4 foot below her. And after she teases the kidnaped girl with a sickle, she eventually splits her open and lets her blood and entrails wash over her.

Horror Movies Like Hostel 2 Inspire My Snuff Kills

But that scene alone inspired many of my snuff sex kills. And I saw an opportunity to recreate another movie moment over the weekend. I lured this young teen girl to my place. She thought I hired her to walk my dogs not to bathe in her blood. When it comes to blood, a young girl makes the perfect victim. A young girl’s blood tastes sweeter. It took nothing to subdue her once she picked up on my sinister vibes.

I knocked her out. And she woke up naked and suspended over my also naked body. She looked like an angel flying above me. Her fear made my pussy wetter. I took my sickle and slowly sliced her open. Her blood cascaded over me like a wave. Her entrails followed. As I rubbed her bright red blood into my Goth white skin, I saw the life drain out of her. Literally drain out of her.

But I took in the experience. Savored my sadistic phone sex kill. Young virgin blood will help me age gracefully. And keep me looking like I am in my 20s still. She may not have appreciated her sacrifice, but I did. I even saved some of her blood for my morning smoothies.

Your Snuff Phone Sex Fantasies Require the Right Accomplice

Most men enjoy snuff phone sex fantasies. Even some women do too. But I rarely get calls from women. At least not dominant women. I would have been her bitch, but she needed an accomplice to kill her philandering, hustler of an ex-boyfriend. He used her and cheated on her. But when he drained her bank account, she decided he had fucked with the wrong bitch. They had been together for a long time. Like almost a decade. And she chose to support him.

But when he discovered she knew about his affairs, he drained her bank account before she kicked him out. He did not get a fraction of her worth luckily because he did not have access to most of her money.  However, he did not know that. She wanted revenge. Not because she needed the money. This was about showing him he could not get away with what he did. Accountability as she put it. I told her I would be honored to be her revenge accomplice phone sex help.

Never Underestimate a Woman’s Need for Revenge

I lured him away. She told me everything I needed to set the honey trap. Being bait is fun. But cock and ball torture seemed like even more fun. He thought I put a cock ring on him so he would last to fuck me. However, I slapped a castration band around his balls. The pain did not last long, but the panic did. But he thought I did that by mistake. He found out that I set him up for revenge when my client made her presence known.

His look of surprise, I caught on film.  He looked at me confused, but I just said, “Hos before Bros.” And he knew I never wanted to fuck him. But I did want to inflict maximum pain with castration phone sex. So, she let me slice his balls off. Revenge cock and ball torture turned out perfectly. He lost his balls. Therefore, he lost his identity. But more importantly, he lost his ability to ever hurt a woman again. Hell, he will ever fuck again.  So, if he cannot get close to a woman physically, he will never get close to her financially.     

Torture sex, a special gift from Accomplice to Daddy

Torture sex I’ve got a special Torture sex treat in store for you today. Daddy’s favorite accomplice has gifted you the most exquisite pleasure device for our evil games. The second that wicked toy touched my tight little cunt, I knew it was destined for depraved greatness.
I lured her into my place, ate her pussy, and made her cum a bunch. You know how horny little teen sluts can be. I made her cum so much she is under my spell now and will do anything I tell her. You need those little cunts to suffer if you want to cum as hard as possible. I think we should strap her into my torture chair, Daddy. Wrists and ankles are shackled, completely exposed, and vulnerable.
Her tight little body is begging for you to paint it with bruises and welts. She is an object. Her purpose is to suffer for our orgasms. Pitch those pink nipples so hard they pop off. She looks so helpless in that chair. Now the rope is around her neck, and your cock is down her throat. Should we turn this into a Snuff sex game? Make the bitch drown in your cum!