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Knife Play Phone Sex Never Catches Me Off Guard

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex brings me joy. I am never without a knife. Usually, I have a few knives strapped to my body. If you cannot tell, I’m a sharp objects fan. I never use a gun. Why? Simple. A knife requires more skill and more precision. Plus, it makes the torture linger. What fun is a quick death?

If you cannot tell, I am a sadist. I talked to a guy last night who wanted to know the real me. Not the persona. But for me, that’s hard to differentiate because I’m not a normal girl. I don’t sit around and do things like paint my nails, go to clubs or pick up random men to fuck. I like horror films, snuff films and mutilating men’s junk. But I also like kidnapping and torturing young girls and women too. I am an equal opportunity sadist.

Last night, all I wanted to do was enjoy some absinthe at the bar and listen to some sisters Of Mercy. And it appeared to be going splendidly until some cunt walked into the bar like she owned it. She did not appear to be a goth girl either. So, no way a vanilla girl could own that bar. She came in bitchy as fuck. And started getting rude with everyone.

I couldn’t let that shit slide on my watch. I can literally get away with murder in that bar and nobody says a word to me. That’s because I take care of the riff raft. And I take care of the cunts and bastards they try to prey on a Goth girls. What you might not know about Goth folks is that we take care of each other. We have each other‘s back.

No Karens Allowed. We Fuck Up Cunts in a Goth Bar

So that fucking Karen walked into her own private hell. And she became a snuff porn star instantly. I tripped her as she was running towards the back yelling at us all. I hopped off my ball stool, grabbed her by her high ponytail, slammed her head into the bar until her nose bled. No one called the police.

 In fact, they cheered me on. While the bitch laid on the ground bleeding, trying to get her bearings, I kicked her in the cunt. I took my spiked heel, jammed it into the palm of her hand. Pulled out my knife strapped to my inner thigh and removed a few fingers.

I invited my fellow Goth patrons to trample and kick her too. This bitch did not survive the night. Because she walked into the wrong bar. She had the wrong attitude. And we are all tired of perfect looking Barbie dolls making our lives hell. So, this felt long overdue attribution. Maybe not her specifically but girls just like her.

We completely mutilated the bitch. Turned her body into a pile of flesh. blood and sinew. We don’t wear sensible shoes in a Goth bar. We wear spiked heels and spiked boots and steel-toed shoes. So, we fucked this bitch up with our feet and my knife. We spit on her. Humiliated her. Stabbed her. And completely shredded her into little pieces. Then we fed her remains to the stray cats in the alley.

Snuff sex gives us a cathartic release. So never feel bad about wanting to kill some bitch or bastard. The world is filled with way too many of them anyway. The way I look at it, this is natural selection. Survival of the fittest. Weak bitches never survive around a group of sadistic bitches.

Castration Phone Sex Brings Me Joy and Makes This World Better

castration phone sexIt is no secret that I love castration phone sex. I enjoy neutering men. And hear me out. Sure, I am a sick bitch so I like to inflict torture, especially cock and ball torture. But the way I look at most of my castrations, I’m doing it for the greater good. Most of the men who I castrate are sexual predators. Men with tiny dicks, who think they have a big black cock, and folks so stupid that they cannot remember how to breathe. I’m just preventing the creation of more idiots. So castrating men has become my altruistic action. I’m putting out some good in the world.

However, most of the men, I castrate seems somewhat unwilling to admit that they are losers. But they are getting exactly what they deserve. Only a handful of men ever seem self-aware enough that they want me to take their junk. Most of the guys falsely believe that they can fuck any woman they want just because they’re a guy. And this is the reason I prefer sex toys and corpses as lovers. Some men say the stupidest shit. And they do the stupidest shit. But neutering them takes the wind out of their sails. Plus, it brings me joy.

Most Men Do Not Deserve Their Nuts

With me, castration begins with some extreme cock and ball torture sex first. Of course, I tie up my victim securely, so he cannot fight me. And more importantly, he cannot escape me either. I don’t always wear stiletto heels because I’m not one of those girly girls. Usually, I’m in Chuck’s, but when I castrate a fucking loser like you, I put on my spiked stilettos to make it hurt even more. Nothing like digging your heel into a fucking ball and flattening it before you even castrate the fucker.

I mutilated this loser’s junk in his own bed. He could not handle the pain. When he started puking and crying and pleading for mercy. I just kept on kicking. I don’t reason with losers. This man’s cock appeared to be no longer than my thumb. And he thought he could come on to me. He thought he could try to force that little nothing of a dick inside me. No fucking way. I hate losers with small dicks. And I hate the ones who seem clueless that their dick can’t do shit for a woman.

I Love Removing Your Junk

So, I made sure that torture hurt. I made sure he begged for the castration just to get it over. I guess you could say I brainwashed the loser. Caused him so much discomfort that he begged me to cut his nuts off. Normally, when I castrate a loser, I just take the balls and use a frying pan that’s heated on the bottom to cauterize the wound.

However, this time, I took the balls clean off with one sweep of my knife. And I stuffed his balls in his mouth to shut him the fuck up. Although I did cauterize the wound, I also stitched him up. and I think I did a pretty good job too. Not to brag or anything. But I am a taboo phone sex bitch not a doctor. But sometimes I play doctor when I take your nuts.

Sex with Dead Bodies is the Only Way I Fuck

sex with dead bodiesI was never really into sex with dead bodies until about eight years ago. I was fucking this dude I picked up in a bar, when he violated every rule, I told him about prior to bringing him home. I’m not your typical woman. I don’t require sex like some do. But like most people, I get urges. Just not daily. And I never look for my self-worth or any kind of ego boost from fucking.

I’m never angling for a relationship or money or presents either. I just wanted to fuck this dude, and he wouldn’t shut the fuck up. So, I slit his throat with a knife that was strapped to my inner thigh. My in case of an emergency knife. And he constituted an emergency.

I slit his throat, and as the blood gushed everywhere, I discovered that his dick stayed hard inside my pussy. And I did not expect that. So, I did not hop right off him. I kept fucking him until I came. It was the most peaceful fuck of my life because dead men don’t talk. And they don’t cum. But I can cum on a dead dick. and I did. The best sex of my life, I had with a corpse. And ever since if I feel the need to fuck, I either look for a fresh cadaver, or I create a fresh cadaver.

The Only Good Dick is A Dead Dick

Over the weekend, this natural born killer phone sex bitch wanted to fuck. But I did not want to deal with the hassle of the games. And I did not want to have to listen to some tool run his mouth making it hard for me to have an orgasm. I like to fuck in peace. And sure, I can use a dildo whenever I want. But why settle for rubber when I can have a warm dead dick inside of me. So, I went to the morgue. I have a friend there. Equally sick and twisted as me.

And this guy owes me a few favors. I have cleaned up more than one of his messes. He thinks with his dick and not his head. So, without me, he’d probably be in prison for life. Hence, he will send me a text when I ask about a fresh male cadaver with a decent size dick. I know what you’re thinking. How do you get a dead dick erect? Easy. You put a cattle prod up the ass and you shock that dick awake. Then you hop on, and you go for a ride. I came so hard on that dead dick too. And I rode him right there on the cold metal table in the morgue.

Sometimes, I Need to Kill a Man to Fuck Him

I scratched that itch easily. Dead dick can make a woman cum. But dead dicks don’t cum. And I always hated the mess. I guess I’m a little OCD. But with a cadaver as my lover, I discovered no cleanup, no sappy talk, and no risk of a man trying to dominate me. So, necrophilia phone sex for the win. I don’t care who you are. I can promise you that I would much prefer to fuck your corpse than fuck you when you’re still breathing.

Snuff Movies I Enjoy Filming and Watching Too

snuff moviesI like to watch snuff movies. However, I prefer to make them. I have an eye for talent. Now, I can make a movie by myself. But I will admit, I much prefer to make a snuff flick with an accomplice. I can take care of the killing and disposing of the body. However, if we’re going to be killing some stupid cunt, at least you could fuck her first.

I found Frank on the dark net. And he had a little problem that he needed my assistance with. However, he could not afford my fee. I’m not Kmart. I do not offer specials. But when I saw the victim, I made a deal. A deal that I can promise I will ever make to anyone ever again. But I told him let me film the snuff porn and stream it. What we would do is put an executioner’s mask on him to hide his tattoos or distinguishing marks. This would assure that nobody ever knew who was doing the fucking and torturing.

You Need Me to Help You Kill

He agreed to my terms. The girl he wanted to kill is the same coed who comes into my Goth bar and hustles guys into buying her drinks. Turns out she’s not a coed after all. It’s just part of her persona. She’s a con artist and an escort. Now that alone does not make her an ideal candidate for me to snuff, but apparently, she’s pregnant. And she’s telling five different people that they are the baby daddy to milk them of money. I guess the whore doesn’t want to work for a living. But don’t look to me to have sympathy just because she’s pregnant. She’s still a whore.

So, I wanted to help him. Don’t tell him, but I would’ve done this job for free. But I can’t have men thinking that I’ll help them just out of the kindness of my heart. This time I knew the victim. Well, sort of knew the victim. I lured her way, and she walked right into my trap. Frank laid in wait. And when this dumb bitch saw him, she knew she was in trouble. But she had no idea what I had in the store for her. I did the world of favor by getting rid of another conniving cunt. The world has enough of them.

Nobody will Ever Miss a Conniving Cunt 

She tried to run for the door, but I picked up a baseball bat and whacked her across the head. It gave her a nasty head wound and a likely concussion. That was nothing to what Frank did. He clearly had some anger to unleash. So, I told him to fuck the shit out of her. Explore his rape phone sex fantasies with her ass, mouth, and pussy. I streamed it all as he rammed his big dick up her cunt. Dumb bitch screamed and cried for her mommy. No one would save her.

He fucked the living shit out of her. Destroyed her cunt and her ass. I mean, if you know a girl is not going to survive the night, that’s like carte blanche to do whatever the fuck you want to her and neither of us care that she had a tiny little bun in the oven. Hell, it might’ve been a lie too. You can’t trust a conniving scheming bitch like her. But I plunged that knife deep into her belly, gutted her like a pig and tossed her body and her entrails in the backyard to feed the wild animals. And once again, another snuff flick in the books. And another dead cunt that no one will miss.

Knife Play Phone Sex Equal Opportunity Killer

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex never disappoints me. Most days I’m strapping at least five blades to my body. You never know when you might need to stab a bitch or cut off a dick. On the weekend, I usually go out looking for trouble. Not all superheroes wear capes. I protect women from predatory men. And I protect men from bitchy cunts. Plus, I like making the world a better place by getting rid of toxic men and cunt women in the world. Seems like the universe is plentiful in both.

When I went out this weekend, I did not have any plans. No man I planned on giving free castration phone sex too. But once I went out, this little gold digging coed bitch who tried to hustle every man into buying her a drink, caught my eye. The bitch started a fight with me. Honestly, I was hoping to sever a cock. But the men in the bar seemed to be on good behavior.

However, some of these women were downright bitches. That’s when I decided one of them needed to go. Although I had a room full of potential victims, I picked the girl who called me a Goth freak. Now she may not have been my number one choice, but she put herself at the top of the list when she called me a Goth freak. This bitch was on my turf. This was not a college bar. She entered a steampunk bar and insulted all the Goth women there. So, I turned my attention to this fucking bitch.

I am an Equal Opportunity Killer

Instead of castrating a predator, I snuffed a bitch. I enjoy bloody overkill. This bitch had it coming. She got drunk. And extremely obnoxious. She decided to insult just about everybody in that bar. Even the guys who bought her a drink. So, I roofied one of those drinks a guy bought her.

And I swept in to save her making her think the guy slipped her the roofie. She got belligerent, so I had to restrain myself from gutting her like a pig right there in the bar. But once the roofie kicked in, I could handle her easily. So, I did give her a ride. A ride in the trunk of my car to my dungeon

I tied her up on a table sort of like Dexter does his kills. I’ve learned quite a lot from Dexter. Plastic underneath to capture the blood. I made a mess of her. I began with little cuts all over her body. Imagine how uncomfortable a 1000 paper cuts on your body would feel. I avoided the arteries because I wanted her to suffer. But eventually, I got tired of her. I plunged the knife straight into her belly button and pulled it all the way up to her sternum. I played around in her intestines because I am a bloody phone sex freak.

After I finished playing with her insides, I tossed her to the wild animals in my backyard and watched them tear her to shreds. They make the perfect accomplices. I can always go back out another night and find a predatory male to neuter. But I am an equal opportunity Bitch.

 

Snuff Porn Dates Never Go as Planned and The Men Die

snuff pornIf I dated, my ideal date would be to watch snuff porn until we felt like we had to go from watching it to making it. Here is why I no longer “date.” Last guy I went out on a date with watched some snuff flicks with me knowing I am a dominant sadist and not some submissive whore. But he misread all the cues. He saw cues that were not there.

He tried to make me his snuff flick doll. So, I put him down. Then I fed him to the wildlife that relies on me for food. And that was the 6th consecutive man who attempted that. Stupid men. So, I gave up on men as lovers. Now they can either be my victims or my accomplices. But I no longer fuck men because I find most of you worthless anyway. Plus, I get my sexual gratification from killing and castrating men.

So, when John told me we should watch snuff movies and fuck, I told him we could find a young girl for him to fuck, and we could snuff her together after he fucked her. That could be the only option. He agreed to my terms. And it seemed to be going along perfectly until it didn’t go along perfectly. This so-called accomplice fucked the girl we kidnapped together. I watched and filmed it. He had a splendid time.

I am Always Prepared for Men to Act Like Idiots

And I watched him strangle the life out of her after he came too. Everything seemed good. Until the idiot thought he could fuck me next to her corpse. Now, I have no problem fucking a guy next to dead or dying body. But that was not our agreement. And he thought he could fuck and kill me too. Nope. Not how I operate. But luckily, I am always prepared for men to act like the world revolves around them and they can get what they want.

A carefully placed knife on my body thwarted his plans. Kind of thwarted mine too. I looked forward to showing him how I get rid of the killer phone sex bodies. But instead, I fed two bodies to the wildlife out back. Although I am never shocked that men think they can have any woman they want, I am still hopeful that one of these days I will meet a man who has a brain and knows how to use it in my presence.

Knife Play Phone Sex is Messy But Versatile

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex is versatile and messy. But I like my kills messy. And knives provide me with different ways to kill and torture. Knives can stab, jab, slice, dice, cut, slit, penetrate, carve and gut a person. I can control if you live or die with a knife. However, guns do not offer such an array of options. And that’s okay. Guns are for cowards. That’s what I say anytime some suggests I kill with a gun instead.

It takes skill and patience to murder or torture with a knife. Sure, I could shoot your balls off, but you might lose your life that way. And I find no joy in a quick kill. None. I need prolonged torture. It seems more satisfying to me. Knives work best with castration phone sex. And I remove a lot of balls. I have a collection of over 100 nuts in jars in my basement. Perhaps, to an outsider they seem like trophies. In a way they are. But their purpose is not to relive my torture sessions. It’s to remember and practice my techniques.

Your Balls are a Privilege. And I Can Revoke Your Privileges Any Day

I can see my knife marks and see the progression of my skills. Essentially, I went from very jagged marks to clean slices. No hesitation marks anymore. Lately, I seem to be castrating men more often. But this toxic masculinity where men think they own, and control women needs to dissipate quickly. I encounter more and more men who do not deserve their testicles. Balls are a privilege to have. But like anything, if you do not use them for good, I will take them away permanently.

Oscar, I met at a dive Goth bar. I caught him spiking drinks. And that shit don’t fly on my watch. So, I revoked Oscar’s man card. Took his balls in a bold torture sex move. I castrated him in the women’s bathroom of this bar. Put his balls in my purse and left him to bleed out on a dirty bathroom floor. I popped his balls into a Ziploc bag, tucked them in my purse, and walked right out of the bar while Oscar lay bleeding on the bathroom floor. But I did not end the torture there. I bar hopped and came home with 5 more pairs of balls. Productive evening.

Bloody Phone Sex Fun with Me as Your Accomplice and a Dumb Cunt as Our Victim

bloody phone sexLet’s have a good bloody phone sex time together. What do you think? Find some young morsel we pick out just for you and show her who is boss. Imagine, us in a car. I am driving by the parks and the playgrounds so you can check out the cuties. When you find a young bitch who makes your cock hard, I kidnap her for us.  Mainly you. But as your accomplice I can do away with her if that makes you too squeamish.

Some men just want to fuck a young cunt. But some will fuck the young cunt and help me kill her afterwards. Either way the bitch dies. That’s how we both stay out of prison. No witnesses left. And my routine includes disposal of the bodies. It’s how I stay out of prison. And if I have an accomplice phone sex partner, I keep him or her out of prison too. Being a sick killer bitch for 20 years helps me help you because I have the experience and skills to get away with violent crimes.

Let Me Be Your Accomplice and Absorb all The Risks

Although I kill alone all the time, I tend to kill men or cunts who piss me off when I fly solo. But with the right male accomplice, I can fuck up a little bitch. Some women have that maternal gene that does not make them well-suited for killing and fucking little ones. But not me. I hate brats. Never wanted to be a mother. And I never will. So, no sympathy for the victim from me.

I kidnap the bitch for you. And I handle all the clean up too. I can even film it for your spank bank. But I do not use cell phones. Nothing that uploads to the cloud. Because that is how dumbasses get caught. I have a small collection of Polaroid cameras and old school video recorders. I take care of the details so you can explore your rape phone sex fantasies for something young and sweet. So, think you ready to hunt for the perfect young thing with me?

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Require a Skilled Accomplice

murder phone sex fantasiesMost women harbor murder phone sex fantasies for men. But often they harbor them for women too. And I get that. I hate must women. However, I know that the problem between two women is often a man. So, I explain that to my female clients. Jill and I met on the dark net a few months ago. She wanted to kill her best friend for fucking her husband. Takes two to tango, Jill. Your husband did not accidentally trip and fall into your now ex bestie’s pussy.

So, I suggested a two for one special. Kill them both. I mean he will cheat on her again. But I know the risks and the optics of a woman’s husband and lover showing up dead at same time. But no one knows they are having an affair but us. And when you hire me as your snuff sex killer, I give you an airtight alibi. Plus, I leave no communication or money trail that suggests a murder for hire either.

The Best Accomplices Take The Risk for You

I set the cheating lovebirds up, while Jill was on a cruise with her sister. That alibi seemed pretty tight. A simple hack of the phones, and the now dead ex friend thought her now dead lover wanted her to come over while Jill was on a cruise. And I laid in wait. Jill told me how to avoid the security cameras and how to get into the house.

Of course, I caught them by surprise. As much as I wanted to do my usual over kill with them, that would suggest a personal motive. As the hired assassin, I needed to make this look like a home invasion gone wrong. So, I shot them both with the dead husband’s gun. Stole some stuff that I just buried in the woods. Oh, and because I liked Jill, I hacked her husband’s computer to make it look like he hired a killer to shoot his wife, and the killer murdered the wrong woman. Just another level of security to protect my client.

My personal kills show less restraint and appear far more vicious. But, if you need a killer accomplice phone sex partner, I kill in such a way that you never get caught. So, let me help you get revenge.

Knife Play Phone Sex Remains My Favorite Because it Requires Skill

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex remains my favorite. Why? Because I can kill you much easier with a knife and even in public without drawing attention to myself. Plus, knives require much more skill.  A gun just requires decent aim. But anyone can shoot someone. No thrill in it. Plus, guns leave traces of DNA and they have their own stamp that can be easily traced if you purchased the gun legally.

Generally speaking, I avoid big crowds because I hate people. But sometimes, I get stuck. I found myself shoved into a large crowd protesting something when all I wanted was to go to my coffee house and get a dark roast latte. I’m tiny, but I am mighty. And resourceful too. Some guy in the crowd thought he could use the moment to grope me and some girl in the same boat as me.

Always More Fun to Kill with a Side Kick

Neither of us were having that. However, only one of us had a knife strapped to her leg. And that would be me. You never know when you may need to turn someone into a snuff porn star. So, I pulled out my knife and cut him just right so his femoral artery would drain him of all his blood.

 The other girl high-fived me. She high-fived me for letting a man bleed out in a crowd of political protestors. My kind of chick. I do not involve myself in politics. I vote. But that is it. I am sure I have murdered folks on both sides of the political coin. Assholes come in all sorts of forms.

I am an equal opportunity killer. You wrong me or piss me off, I don’t care about anything else. Turns out the guy I stabbed had some fancy job and a rap sheet as long as my arm. Typical white straight rich man who can get away with murder. But so can I. Because I know when to kill, how to kill and even in public, I go undetected. If you need help honing your killer phone sex urges, I bet I can help you kill in public undetected too.