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I know it sounds twisted that I want to be your bondage slave but I simply cannot resist. I want you to string me up like a puppet and spank me untill i cream and squirt all over my legs and the floor. The thought of you leaving welts on my body and leaving my flesh black and blue makes my pussy water. I want you to leave me a swollen sore mess of cum and tears. After your done taring me up I want you to slide that beefy cock in my ass and pump me full of cum.
The truth is I know something is terribly wrong with me. I think I might be a little crazy I’m sure if I dig deep enough I could get to the root of it.I’ve always been told that I’m beautiful or cute but when I looked in the mirror I didn’t see what they saw. All I saw was an ugly pig because that’s how I’ve always felt. Other than being dizzy and nauseous for the most part I distinctly remember how warm the blood was running down my face. I ran to my bedroom mirror and there it was a gushing bloody gash pouring like a faucet. That was my first time seeing who I truly am and it aligned with how I feel. Even the pain of the gash made my pussy wetter than it’s ever been. The deeper I fell into this darkness of evil and taboo adventures. I definitely know what I love and it’s torture and torment. I need to be hurt the craving for blood is so insatiable. Can you feed my need for pain and suffering? I just want to feel alive again.Im your Bloody Phone Sex heaven baby!
As I sit here, gazing at my reflection in the mirror, I can’t help but wonder if there’s something lurking beneath the surface of my seemingly perfect life. Despite the accolades of beauty and the appearance of a happy existence, I’ve always felt unattractive. There’s an unsettling suspicion that something might be amiss within me, a whisper of insanity that I can’t quite shake.
But recently, I’ve discovered a peculiar source of beauty, not from an injury as one might expect, but from a deeper place within myself. This newfound beauty has led me on a twisted journey of self-discovery, one that I initially attempted to suppress.
I’ve intentionally inflicted pain on myself, not in the traditional sense of seeking aid, but out of a dark desire for exploration. I’ve been immersed in a realm of self-discovery, one that’s led me to crave external torment and torture. My pursuit of pleasure has transformed into an insatiable thirst for someone to fulfill my darkest fantasies. I yearn for the creation of a sinister playground, one where extreme taboos and dreadful conclusions reign supreme, and where my ultimate, horrifying fantasies can finally be brought to life.
As I delve deeper into this dark abyss, I find myself inextricably entwined in a forbidden kink that I can’t deny. The line between pleasure and pain has become blurred, and I’m questioning my own sanity. But even as I venture into the unknown, I’m drawn to the thrill of it all, the adrenaline rush that comes with stepping into the darkness.
I’ve grappled with the unsettling suspicion that something might be amiss within me, a whisper of insanity beneath the surface. Despite the facade of a perfect life and the accolades of beauty, I perpetually viewed myself as unattractive. A pivotal moment arrived when an odd sense of beauty emerged, not from an injury, but from a deeper source within.
Rather than seeking aid, I reveled in the peculiar pleasure of the pain, immersing myself in a dark realm of self-discovery. This twisted journey propelled me to intentionally inflict pain for gratification, masked as mere clumsiness to the outside world. The desire swelled, morphing into an insatiable yearning for external torment and torture. My pursuit of pleasure transformed into an unquenchable thirst for someone to fulfill my darkest fantasies, even if it meant plunging into the abyss of non-existence. Inextricably entwined in this forbidden kink, I yearn for the creation of a sinister playground, where extreme taboos and dreadful conclusions reign supreme, bringing my ultimate, horrifying fantasies to life.
I didn’t realize just how much I was craving rape phone sex fantasies until I got super high with him the other day. Completely loaded me and this dude were talking about all the ways in which we could push sex even further till it was the hardcore fuck of our dreams. That is when we started talking about force, and how hardcore fucking is just so much more brutal when there is force. It’s true, even though sluts can’t turn off their bodies from experiencing pleasure even when forced. Just knowing the mental anguish of pushing a hard cock without permission into a fuck hole will give a snot-nose brat makes my drug-addicted cunny dripping wet. Thinking about the high-pitched squeals of shock leaving their tiny little lips as I pleasure myself brings me close to climax. I grabbed hold of that dude’s dick and we began to fantasize about taking the virginity of a sweet little spawn. How much they would cry and beg for their Mommy and Daddy really turned us on. We couldn’t help but cum in each other’s faces. We might just have to go and take a little brat off the street and try it out.
The thought of bloody phone sex should honestly raise so many thoughts and ideas in your mind. That is if you’re a true sadist that wants to see that crimson red joy drip from the skin of one of your hot little victims. Weather I am helping you being your accomplice, or bleeding for you like a whimpering little bitch. I want you to be as creative and open with me as you possibly can be.
There’s nothing I love more than super fucked up sadistic play, and everything that comes with it. Right down to the possibility of being snuffed out like a greedy little pain slut. Always welcoming everything coming my way, taking it one step at a time and allowing for the pain and manipulation to enter my body.
What would you do to me if you had the chance? Care to share your thoughts and feelings?
The fucked up ideas that pulse through your mind on a daily basis. Making you want to succumb to the darker side of life, the darker side that could end you up in a decent amount of trouble. This is exactly what you need. To use and manipulate a hot little thing that’s ready to take everything you have to give her. To sit there whimpering and begging you to stop, knowing that’s not going to happen. It’s all part of the rush isn’t it.
The weak soul begging to be saved by the monster that’s violating her basic human rights. Making her feel way less than that. That’s how it should be, isn’t it?
I was always a pretty religious girl until something dark happened that I’d love to share with evil phone sex. It kinda takes a special person to get off on something such as this. You see, I was walking home from school one day when I was fairly young, you can imagine because I’m not super old right now. This man dressed up and told me that he was going to our Wednesday night church group and asked if I wanted a ride.
Little did I know, that night was going to change my world for the rest of my life. It struck me as odd when he started driving in a different direction from my church. He told me it was okay though, that he just had to pick someone else up. I was trembling with fear but I didn’t want to tell him just how scared I was.
That’s when it happened, we pulled up in front of this dark building out in the middle of nowhere. I reached for the door only to find it had been locked, when my whole world went dark.
Waking up, I found myself tied to a dirty mattress in a dimly lit basement. The room was dark and damp and I could hear him chuckling in the corner. Clearly very proud of himself. He was talking in hushed tones I could hardly even hear. I noticed bibles and crosses decorating a table across the room from me. And heavy brass padlocks securing the door so it couldn’t be opened without multiple keys.
Just then, he tossed a crucifix toward me, landing in front of me on the floor it was all I could focus on. “Use it!” I heard his voice boom as panic started to set in even more. I began praying outloud thinking that’s what he wanted, but boy was I wrong.
I could hear the tires crunching in the gravel behind me, I knew it was going to be an interesting night for Rape phone sex fantasies. I totally had an idea of who was about to creep up on me, but there really wasn’t anything I could do about it. I kinda didn’t really think the notes I had been getting were real. They warned me that he was going to take me when I least expected it.
The high anxiety and adrenaline feeling of being crept up on made my pussy wetter than it had ever been before. Getting grabbed from being, actually made me whimper and moan instead of scream. His hand clasped across my mouth was incredibly erotic. As he informed me that he was doing torture me and fulfilling my rape fantasies. Then he’d think about snuffing me or leaving me alive. My heart skipped a beat and I practically came at his words.
Imagine what everyone would say if they knew what we were up to with accomplice phone sex! How shocked they would be to know that I was feeding my p-daddy the hot young treats from around the block. Everyone has been wondering where all the little shits have gone, like a page out of a Stephen King novel.
Little do they know we’ve been having our own fun with them and then dumping them in the woods. After we’ve snuffed them of course! I love the way we giggle and torment them, torturing them and doing the most vile things. Then making them beg us to turn the lights out as they beg and cry for their parents. It’s brilliant! And it makes my pussy wetter than it’s ever been in my whole life!
I love knowing men want to hurt me. Knowing their fantasy phone sex dreams are to torture and snuff me. Making me cry and whimper until there’s just nothing left. My whole life hanging by a thread and you have the scissors. That’s what turns me on.
I sit here quite often and fantasize about how it will all end, who will finally do it, and make all my dreams come true. Maybe it will be you, could you imagine the life draining from my body as you snuff me with your kife, gun, or even something a little more sinister.
Anything will do, honestly. I just want to be taken slow and cruelly as you watch, slowly stroking your cock. Cumming on me once I’ve met my maker, by your hands. Don’t worry about getting in trouble, I’m sure noone will find out. I’ve purposly isolated myself, so when the time comes, it’s even more erotic, because no one will be looking for me. Just you, me and that lethal object in your hands.
Fuck it makes me so horny, and I realize how fucked up it is, and it makes me want it that much more.