Castration Phone Sex Because Manhood is Overrated

castration phone sexGuys ask me every day what my specialty is, and I tell them castration phone sex. Your body, my pleasure. I do not believe you are entitled to your balls or your cock. Hell, some of you I do not even think deserve to live. But I enjoy torture, so I will hurt you for hours before I put you out of my misery.

I met James last night. Now I have not met him before. A girl I know asked me to release James from his manhood. And I never have a problem doing that. Manhood is overrated. This guy dumped her. I mean not a nice break up. He publicly humiliated her and ruined her name. Or tried to. And he cheated on her with her former best friend. It was some serious Dawson Creek shit. Not my scene at all. I am a no drama snuff porn bitch. But I took this job because Miranda paid me and I like her. She is a fellow Goth girl.

Manhood is Overrated

And I take care of my own. Some one needs too. Men need to learn that they are here because of us. We bring them into this world, and we can take them out of this world. And I took James out. But not before I tortured his junk with my knives. I drugged his drink as he flirted with me at the bar. By the time he got in my car, he passed out. I’m stronger than I look. So, I dragged him to my dungeon. He woke up when my cold knife hit his cock.

Cock and ball torture sex I excel at and love to inflict. I carved his cock up until it looked like a raw piece of meat. I peeled his balls like potatoes. Eventually, I did take his balls for my collection. He died from blood loss. And I fed him to my animals. The world needs less dick heads in the world. And I am taking care of loser men one dick at a time.

Torture sex goes deep and makes me ache

I live for Torture sex, for the exquisite agony that consumes my every waking moment. As a hot snuff slave whore, it is my duty, nay, my privilege, to endure the most violent, sadistic torments imaginable at the hands of my ruthless Master. I crave the feeling of his heavy leather belt slicing across my tender flesh, leaving bloody welts in its wake. Torture sexBut even a good slave like myself is not immune to punishment. No matter how diligently I serve my Master, no matter how many depraved acts I submit to, he always finds reason to discipline me further. It’s as if my suffering is the very air he breathes. And oh, how I ache for it!
When Master Daddy gets mad, he needs to take it out on me. He says it reminds me of my place. I think this time around, he really damaged me. I doubt he can make me a breeding whore after how he furiously impaled me. He took this long, thick rod and fucked me endlessly. There I was, hanging from the ceiling; I could hear my blood dripping on the floor.
He would use all his strength to penetrate me. The worst is when he twists it inside. He tore me up badly because it wasn’t just that rod he used. He loves a bloody cunt, and my bloody Snuff sex slave cunny got a Daddy pounding. My Master’s cruelty knows no bounds, and neither does my devotion to him. I long for the day when he will snuff out my miserable existence in the most agonizing way possible just to savor the final, exquisite moment of my suffering. For a slave like me, there is no sweeter release than that.

Choke me out on the table top pussy pounder

 

Taboo phone sex

While my master and I are alone, without company to torture and abuse me he loves to choke me out, turn me blue, make my lights go out. Now I want you to do the same, unload into my submissive, stretched, clammed up tiny beauty box.

On the torture table I go, tied down, leather bound, mechanical devices inserted inside me. I’m sadly so familiar with this room, but eventually love the abuse, take advantage of of the toys and devices. Mommy passed me around at such a young age that when these older men come in to violate me I instantly spew, spit, leaky and drip. Their strong and dominate, throwing me around, choking my throat, controlling my mind at the same time.  You turn on that mechanical big boner thruster.  Up to ten, pounding my tiny sweet pooter. Squeezing through my insides, scratching, ripping, tearing my little fanny walls up.

That’s not enough for you, with a god damn additional dildo on my bell, over stimulated my snatch was about to fucking blow off, white, goey, chunking facial jizz.  I left you with piles of squishy, squirt, seeping lady liquids from your mouth.

Babysitter Phone Sex Provides You with a Sweet Young Thing to Destroy

babysitter phone sexBeing a bad babysitter phone sex babe puts me in high demand. Men need access to tiny holes. And posing as a babysitter is a perfect cover to scope out new talent for perverted old men like Steve. We go way back to when I was 19 and doing BDSM porn. We acted in a few scenes together. The older he got the more interest he had in little girls.

Now Steve is a bad ass man. He knows how to use whips and chains. And he can beat a girl without leaving a mark on the outside. Honestly, he scares me a bit. He can be pure evil when he wants. So, I stay on his good side. We had not spoken in a while, but he called me up last week and told me he needed a model for a teen rape porn. And he wanted her scared, innocent and fighting.

So, I knew what that meant. I needed to pose as a babysitter and kidnap a little angel for him to ruin. And I found Heather, a super young blonde girl who could melt anyone’s heart with her big smile and beautiful green eyes. She could be a model. I knew Steve would love ruining her. I did not like it, but I focused on the money. She reminded me of myself when I was young. Back before life went to shit for me.

Being the Accomplice is So Much Fun

I drugged her after the parents left. And when she passed out, I drove her to Steve’s place. She woke up tied to a table and naked. I told her to be a good girl, and she would live. Even though I knew that was a lie because when making his own movies, Steve leans towards snuff porn. Don’t leave a witness.  And he didn’t.

He fucked this poor girl to death. Tore open her pussy with some rough sex. Same for her asshole too. Both holes gaped open and bleeding profusely. And I caught it all on film. Even captured the moment he slit her throat. I would be lying if I said seeing her getting abused did not excite me a little. It was not me. And I got paid well.

Torturing the Pathetic Male: A Dark Pleasure

Castration phone sex???? Evil Bitch’s Castration Game: Torture Session ????

You sick fucks won’t believe the twisted shit I’m about to describe. I had the most intense phone sex session, torturing some guy who wanted to be my slave. I played the part of an evil bitch, and he was my pathetic toy.

I told him I’d castrate him, cut off his balls, and he begged me to do it. I described the knife, sharp and gleaming, and he moaned, his voice shaking. I teased him, saying he’d never satisfy a woman again, and he fucking loved it. I talked about tying him up, making him my helpless bitch. I’d whip his ass till it was raw, and he’d thank me for the pain. I imagined his screams as I tortured his body, calling me ‘Mistress’. I described how I’d deny him orgasms, edging him for hours, and he pleaded for release. It was all about power and control, and I fucking dominated. He got off on the pain and humiliation, and I thrived on his suffering. This pathetic guy got the torture he craved, and I delivered it with a smile.

If you’re into extreme pain and want to be controlled, hit me up. I’ll be your cruel mistress, and we’ll explore the dark depths of your twisted desires. Let’s play a game where you suffer, and I fucking love it! ????????

Suffocation phone sex: how many times can I choke you?

Suffocation phone sex            Suffocation phone sex: how many times can I choke you? Now that I asked the first question shall we see just how many times I am able to choke you. How many times will I suffocate you? All in all, I do like the idea of sitting my ass down on your face, suffocating you with my ass cheeks. At the same time thumbs pressing into your windpipe.

            Another way to go would be to suffocate you will my big titties. Smashing your face between them at the same time I ride your cock and squeeze my cunt around your cock. Smothering you.

            Oh, you can’t breathe. Just a little longer. Going to let you breathe for a short amount of time. Then do it again. From time to time, letting you struggle a little longer. Snuff sex is what is going to be your undoing.

            Finally, I will find your worst fear and fuck you with it until you have been snuffed out. Dead, dead, dead, dead. No coming back but I will be sure to cum numerous times all over your dead body.

Mutilation phone sex with Stephanie the snuff slut

mutilation phone sex

I love being told that my mutilation phone sex stories are infecting a man’s mind and tormenting him, even when I’m not available for his call. The thought of this certain caller beating his dick and fantasizing about me torturing his wife, is enough to make my slut cunt gush and drip all in my panties. Our kinky and evil roleplays stay in my mind for days as well. Especially the calls where I get to mutilate that stupid bitch while he’s drilling my cunt from behind. I bend over so that my hot pussy is spread open to take his dick and let him grudge fuck me in perfect rhythm to the blows raining down on his stupid bitch as I crush her skull in with my baseball bat. The harder he fucks me, the more pain I’ll inflict on her. My hot pussy gripping around his dick will squeeze so good that he’ll never want to stop fucking me. I’ll slice this bitch open, rip out her organs and play in her guts, all while taking her man’s dick and making him worship the dark Master with me. I need more men willing to let me snuff their wives while they fuck me.  Are you dark enough to entertain an evil, temptress whore like me?

Violent Phone Sex Fantasies Can Be Explored with Me

violent phone sexI have violent phone sex fantasies. Many women do. However, not all of them admit it. Perhaps, it is not considered PC in the Me Too era to admit to home invasion or rape fantasies. Fuck that Me Too movement. I am a proud submissive slut. My family remains clueless about just how submissive I am.

But they also remain clueless about a lot of things like my coke habit. I make Pablo Escobar look like an amateur, LOL. Sometimes, my family thinks I am out with girlfriends, when really, I am partying with some fellow coke heads or dealers. And last night, I told my husband I had plans with my BFF to see a movie and go to dinner.

However, instead I hung out with Todd. He’s this drug dealer I met awhile ago. He loves to party with me. But he enjoys fucking me roughly even more. I never mind being his ass rape porn star because he gives me the best coke. Although he likes to be violent, he never leaves bruises on my face so my husband would see. Last night he got violent. He had a bad day at work, and he needed someone to take it out on. And I was more than willing to let him destroy my ass for coke.

This Red-Headed Soccer Mom Does Anything for Coke

Honestly, if you promise me coke, I will let you do anything to me, even get violent like Todd. He enjoys roleplays. So, we did a home invasion roleplay last night. A masked intruder broke into my home as I slept. But I woke up when a steel cold knife pressed up against my throat. Although I tried to scream, he put his hand over my mouth and made it clear that he would kill me if I made a peep.

Then he proceeded to choke me, slap me, and explore his rape phone sex fantasies for a red headed whore. And he got so into it that he strangled me with a pair of pantyhose. That made me pass out. But he slapped me awake. When I did, my eyes appeared bloodshot, and I had ligature marks around my neck. But I would need to hide that with a scarf. No way I could explain that away.

He gave me some more rough anal before he sent me home with coke. Enough to dull the pain. And enough to make the risk worth it too.

Meat locker lockup leads to pound town

Bondage phone sex

You filthy bastard, locking me up with the dead hanging above my head. Humans, animals, skulls all kinds of body parts, dripping, bloody, covering my cold naked body that you’ve been torturing for hours already.

My master is a sick fuck, and is always willing to lend me out to other men who are masters too, like you? You wanna cum play? He sits back with his shades on, stroking his fat shaft as I’m throating a fatty nob, and getting fucked in the ass at the same time. Sweating, jerking, begging them to stop. You love this shit, and my little sliced and diced clam is so torn, spewing bloody cum drops. Meat market lockup turns me out, twisting my gutted pussy rusted raw. Thrusting me into submission, I can’t get out of this evil fucking filthy dead den, covered in cum blood, spit jizz and raw meat.

Smacked in my face with ribs every time I try to resist, butt plug chained to the wall, on my stomach with my legs spread, taking that dick in, letting them blow me off, over and over. Choked out, barely breathing, I reach up for help, would you like to be my master?

Teasing Teacup: The Power of Petite

Teen rape porn???? A Petite Package of Pleasure ????

You know what they say, good things come in small packages, and baby, I’m the epitome of that. I’m a teacup with a surprise inside—a sexy, sassy one at that. My body is a work of art, a delicate masterpiece designed to drive you wild. Let’s start with my ass, a perfectly round, firm peach that you’d love to bury your face in, but you know what, you’re not worthy. My tiny tits with their adorable pink nipples? They’re a sight to behold, and I can see the hunger in your eyes, but keep dreaming, you pathetic loser.

And don’t even get me started on my pussy. It’s so tight, so pristine, it might just split your tiny dick in half. Yes, I said it, your pathetic little carrot dick. You should be grateful I even acknowledge its existence.

Speaking of existence, what’s the deal with yours? You call that a dick? I’ve seen bigger caterpillars. It’s a wonder you can even find it in your pants. Maybe you should consider upgrading, or at least learning some tricks to satisfy a real woman like me.

Your breath? Disgusting. I bet you’ve been sucking dicks all day, trying to compensate for your lack of size. Newsflash, it’s not working. Invest in some mints, or better yet, just shut up and listen. Don’t even think about looking at me directly. You don’t have the privilege. Turn your head, you pathetic excuse for a man. I don’t want your beady eyes ogling my perfection. Now, if you want a chance to even breathe the same air as me, you’d better start tipping big and showering me with gifts. And if you really want to impress me, send me a video of you fucking your dumb ass with a toilet brush. That might earn you a tiny bit of my attention.

But touch me? Ha! In your wildest dreams, loser. I’m the prize you can only admire from afar. So, keep dreaming, keep wishing, but remember, you’ll never have me. I’m a teacup full of temptation, and you, my dear, are not invited to the tea party. ????????