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Candy

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Once in a great while I like to bring a fellow follower of the ways in which I Worship into My play time.  One such Sister is “Vivika” to whom I have grown rather fond of.  She is Russian and She is a bitch through and through.  I adore Her.  Her tastes are a bit different then My own, but I thought it in good taste that Our first outing would be along the lines of something She could really get into.

Her and I found a man whom She could really sink Her teeth into, literally.  He was mesmerized by the both of Us.  It was easy to have him come with Us.  After all, We were the candy, and isn’t it said that is the perfect lure?  She drove Us to Her place, or at least I thought it was Her place, until We got inside.  She drew Me to Her, She tasted like a mixture of perfume and Vodka as Her lips pressed against Mine.  The kiss was heated, intense, filled with dark promises of that which was to soon come.

He came up to Us, pressing his hands against Our bodies.  She pulled away smiling at Me.  I knew what that smile meant immediately as I have had the same smile play across My lips before I delved into My twisted playtime.  I kissed him deeply, holding him tightly to Me.  My eyes were open as She stepped behind him, She pressed Her bare breasts against his back.  I placed My gloved hand upon the back of his neck, he tried to pull away, but could not.  I smiled at Her over his shoulder, he was becoming angry as he knew something was wrong.

She licked her full red lips then bit down onto his neck.  He started to swear, pressing against the wall behind Me trying desperately to push Her back so that he could get away.  I grabbed his wrists as Her teeth broke the flesh.  He screamed, eyes wide, She bit down harder, he started to fall to his knees.  She lifted Her eyes to Me and I saw lust, hunger, enjoyment and heaven.

 

Invocation

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Accomplice phone sexWithin that which I believe there is a God and a Goddess, actually there are many Gods and Goddess that you can have as those to which you take to be your own.  With all thing in the Universe there is a Ying (Good) and a Yang (Bad), so there are those Deities that are looked upon as Good and those who are looked upon as Bad.  I believe that nothing is actually black or white, one cannot exist without the other.  Can you imagine a world in which every thing is perfect? It would not be a place that I would wish to reside. 

This is why I tend to be drawn more toward the Dark God and Dark Goddess.  I find that when I cast My circle kneeling before My altar that I find the energy to be more powerful.  Love and Light? No thank you.  I would rather relish the dark energy as it slowly envelops My body.  I can only equate it to what the feeling of a lovers touch would be.  Uninhibited, lustful, wanting, strong, dark, warm and wicked. 

Before I leave for My very own type of fun I often Invoke the Dark Goddess for protection, for strength, and for foresight.  I find that knowing all My deeds are well protected allows Me to delve into the deepest, darkest part of My mind to bring forth every single time I play with something delicate.  I enjoy giving thanks to The Goddess every time there is a cut, a scream, a cry out for help, a forced sexual encounter, a plead uttered for Me to stop.  I do all My tasks in the Name of the Goddess and Invoke Her every time I set about My life’s work.  For this She has blessed Me beyond My wildest dreams.

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You Rang?

Taboo phone sexI heard your idiotic whimpering all the way upstairs.  You were praying were you not?  I clearly heard through the tears and the insipid sniffing up of snot you “praying” to be saved.  Do you honestly believe that this “God” that you were praying for will miraculously appear before you, open up the cage and set you free?  How quaint.  From what I know of the invisible man upstairs that you were crying out to, he already was here and gone.  Sent his son and all that nonsense.  You missed out.

Now, you have Me.  You seem to forget the situation that you have found yourself in.  I feed you, I house you, I take care of you, and yet you want someone or something else to come and take you away from all this.  Yes it’s true that all you get is ground  up raw road kill to eat, and toilet water to drink, but it is sustenance is it not? Yes you do not have a bed to lay your body down on, but you do have a nice warm place to sleep, right next to open basement window so you can have fresh air.  You are living the dream My pet.  Yet, you want more.   I find you to be ungrateful for your ‘blessings”. 

Perhaps if I take some of the aforementioned away from you will learn not to complain and to realize the only God that you will ever come into contact with is Me.

For Keeps

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Just like you, I too have fantasies.  One of My very favorite ones involves keeping a person prisoner.  I want them to become so dependent on Me that even when the time comes for Me to release them from their place of captivity they stay put, unable to function without My unloving guidance.  It makes Me grin and My heart skip a beat every time I think of it. 

I would keep them in a continual state of sensory deprivation for the first week.  Feeding them intravenously instead of orally.  The second week I would allow them to hear my voice.  They would also feel the sharp pain of any number of My instruments that I have to inflict orgasmic pain.  I want them to be conditioned to crave the pain so they can feel the pleasure.

After a few months, they would be brought out into the light.  They would be placed in unfamiliar surroundings, with vague instructions, tethered to the wall to accomplish the impossible task.  If not done properly, then no pleasure will be had, only body wracking pain.  They will learn to please Me, learn how to get what they desire.  They will become so addicted that I could beat them mercilessly hour on end and still they would be curled up by My feet craving even more.

I am not sure I will ever fully realize this fantasy of Mine, but it does not matter.  Just the simple thought of this fantasy causes Me great joy and makes wonderful self stimulation fodder.

School Nurse

Medical fetish phone sexAll the shits are out of school.  I think summer vacation for the masses is a severe detriment to the education of the young.  There is nothing more irritating then to arrive some place only to find screaming snot machines with their Parents.  Family day they call it.  I call it a nuisance.  They should be in some sort of state run educational program instead.  Perhaps that way they will have a better grasp on what to expect from life, and actually make something of themselves besides fat. 

I would love to be the School Nurse at a state ran mandatory educational institution.  If they didn’t shut up in class, showed lack of attention or manners then they would be sent to me.  Mandatory cavity searches at the start of each day would be administered with as much care as one would give to a gutter whore.  If they refused, then an enema would be administered until they expunged what ever it is that they were trying to hide. 

If they became injured then I would mend them.  If stitches were needed, then they would feel the needle pierce their tender flesh as the cat gut was crisscrossed to close up their wounds.  No anesthetic needed, it is too expensive and they had not earned it.  If they perhaps dislocated a limb, then I would yank the appendage out and re-adjust it so that it would slip back into the socket.  Imagine what type of people they would be if they were to Graduate from this type of environment.  No more thinking the world owes them something, no more being spoiled by stupid parents.  They would be educated, strong and I am sure they would always remember their school nurse Sin.

Anus Mundi

Torture Phone Sex

There you are.  Do not be nervous.  I know you are used to your other home care nurse, but she fell unexpectedly…ill.  No I am not with the service, I am a friend of your care provider.  You just lay back and relax.  I just need to take off my coat and get situated.  You may notice the way I am dressed.  I know it may be a little bit overboard, but I think it creates a certain aura.  It helps set the mood so I can do the necessary work I need to do.

I was informed of your Heritage.  I found it very interesting to say the least.  I was wondering if anyone in your family may have found themselves in a camp during World War II?  Perhaps working there? I did some research on your name and I was astonished to find that you had some very close relatives that wore a certain uniform whilst working at these places.  Does my Uniform maybe remind you of those relatives? It does? You are ashamed of them? I see. What is that they say? Guilty by association? Sins of the Fathers?

Excuse Me while I get the necessary instruments out.  You and I are going to reminisce about the old times.  Now if  you will just lift your arm up just a tad, I can place these restraints on your lower arms.  Now onto your legs. There, all snug as a bastard in a rug.  Open your mouth for me so that I can place this bit in your mouth.  Believe me when I tell you, you will want something to bite down on. 

Where should we begin? I am thinking the eyes.  A nice sharp hit upon the end of a chisel with a hammer right on the outside of your orbital socket should do the trick.  Then perhaps onto the hands.  You do not really need ten fully functioning phalanges now do you? The possibilities are endless, and so is the amount of fun I am going to have.  Welcome to your own Anus Mundi. 

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Arousal

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I was recently asked by one of many sick adorable freaks who call me, if I ever get aroused.  This made me chuckle, of course I get aroused.  My arousal comes from things more along the lines of death, mutilation, torture, forced sexual situations, decay and all around heavy taboo fantasies dealing with depravity.  Meaning, the nastier the better.  By nasty I do not mean such cliche things such as “Oh, yeah face fuck me harder.  I love your cock in my sweet pussy.” I am referring to the nasty that swims inside the deep pools of the sexually insane mind.  Those  thoughts that form in the darkness of madness and are done with a happy heart.

However, if nasty to you involves a blow job where you release your nut paste into the back of My throat, then I implore you not to phone Me, as I am not into that type of thing and I find it very dull to say the least.  That does nothing for Me, it bores Me to tears.  I become aroused at the thought of skin peeling away from flesh, the high pitched screams of pain echoing through the alleyways in some low rent crack infested housing project.  I take pleasure in the pictures that stream before my mind’s eye where there is something frail and delicate tossed to the wolves of human cruelty then left to whimper until their mind can take no more and it shatters into psychosis. 

This is what arouses Me.  This is what I like.  This is your answer to the question you posed. 

 

Cinderella

Taboo phone sexWhen I was a young girl I HATED the Disney movie Cinderella. I remember my Mother popping it into the DVD player and sitting me in front of it.  She had told me it was a great movie that all girls my age loved.  I was actually a bit excited to see it.  Then it started, what a horrible piece of shit fairytale this pile of brain numbing junk movie was.  Bitch was forced to do housework? What? Bitch please.  You are young, fucking leave you stupid cunt. I was disgusted by her worthless useless self.  I didn’t even watch all of it, my Mother was very disappointed that I didn’t like the movie.  Tough shit Mother, tough shit.

That night while tucking me in my Mother asked me what I didn’t like about the movie.  I told her exactly what I said above, and ended up getting my mouth washed out with soap.  It wasn’t the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last.  I thought that maybe I should come up with my own Cinderella story to tell my Mother so she could see that the movie was just a load of shit.

Accomplice phone sexIn my story Cinderella was a doll, whom had an evil spirit dwelling inside of it.  She was taken to an orphanage where all the little girls played with her.  However, there was one girl in particular who the doll held a certain fascination for.  The Demonic presence inside the doll took over the girl, whom became an embodiment of the doll.  Cinderella went around the orphanage scaring the shit out of the loser orphans.  She would raise up at night, climb over them, bite them, cut them, fuck them, what ever she wanted.  Eventually Cinderella ended up in a psych unit where she continued to do all her weird shit.  It was a wonderful twist to the story, at least I thought so, my Mother however, did not.  She backed away from me, there was something in her eyes that made me think she was frightened.  It’s so hot to know that I scared the shit out of my Mother that badly that from that day forward, she would never ever be alone with me again, and she got a lock for her bedroom door.  Meanwhile, I would go over my story over and over again in my head.  To date, Cinderella is still in the mental hospital doling out sick and twisted enjoyment for all.

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Office Crush

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There are times in this life where you just have to take what you want.  No matter the cost, no matter the collateral damage made.  I had just one of these types of opportunities.  Sometimes the way to get someone to do something you want them to do isn’t in hurting a family member or themselves, it’s in hurting a dear beloved pet.

I found myself trying many other ways to get that which was coming to me.  That was money.  I do not do favors for people.  I do ‘jobs’ for people, and that means payment.  I had done some creative work for this person, and when I approached him for money, he told me he didn’t know what I was talking about.  I smiled politely and walked away. 

Three weeks pasted, then I showed up at his office one more time.  This time I had his precious “Fifi” with me.  He was shocked to see her in my arms.  He got up from his desk and walked toward me, his face red with anger.  I put Fifi down, lifted up my heel, and embedded the sharp point right into Fifi’s neck.  Not very hard, but hard enough to have her yelp.  He stopped and looked at me.  I simply said, “Either you pay me right now, OR Fifi goes into the great beyond.” I began to push my foot down harder.

I walked out of there with a bit of Fifi fluff attached to my Stiletto and a stack of green, crisp, cash.

 

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Step-Mommy

Snuff Phone SexYesterday I had a friend say to Me, “Syn-Thea? I bet you would make one hell of a Step-Mommy.” I did not laugh, I did not crack a smile, because I know I would be the type of Step-Mommy these out of control little bastards need.  There would be no coddling, no praise, no saying, “job well done.” for something mundane and expected.  However, what they would receive is cold, hard, real world parenting.  The type that will get them ready for this place in which we all live.  The world isn’t full of fluffy bunnies, and unicorns that shit out skittles.  Oh no, this world is filled with people just like Me.

People who will use you, abuse you, then toss you away when your usefulness is done.  Those tiny bitches and bastards would have scars, both mental and physical to remind them of their place, and to never take shit from anyone.  They would be broken, shown all the fucked up gory details that this world has to offer, then I would build them up to be just like Me.  Which to be honest, wouldn’t be a bad thing in the least.

There are way too many victims in this world when there actually needs to be more Alphas.  I would have a whole brood of them.  They would be charming, beautiful, smart, cunning, and absolutely deadly.  Just think of how much fun their play dates would be with Me supervising their activities. It makes Me smile just thinking of it.