It started off as bondage phone sex. I met him on Tinder and we just had phone sex for weeks. He said he was married. I have phone sex for a living, so having phone sex with him was not a problem. Last night his wife decided to go on an overnight with her sister, so he invited me over. I knew it was risky. His wife could come home anytime unexpectedly. Or, he could be the modern day Ted Bundy. I like risk, however. It is what makes me a great kinky fetish slut. He had a room for bondage. His bed was even designed for a slave complete with sleeping quarters in a cage underneath. This man was a serious lifestyle master. My cunt got wet thinking of how risky this was for me. Until now, we had never met. Anything he told me, was likely a lie because I saw no family pictures anywhere when I entered his place. Plus, if his wife was a lifestyle sub, why did he need her to be gone to bring me over. Despite the glaring red flags, I walked into the trap willingly. Once I was tied to his kinky bed, it was obvious snuff porn was on his mind with me as the star. He whipped my back so hard, I bled. He carved whore across my boobs with a pocket knife. He burned my body with a fat stogie. He pissed into my burn wounds and the cuts on my flesh. He sodomized my ass for hours. First with his cock, then with his fist. My ass prolapsed. I knew I should scream for help or beg for mercy but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to. Honestly, I was enjoying the pain and torture. What the fuck is wrong with me? Nothing. I am just a submissive taboo phone sex slut who loves to be abused.
Bondage Phone Sex Gone Deadly
Succulent and Juicy Feast
My boyfriend really knows what turns me on and when it’s a certain time of month for me I have this intense hunger for flesh. Not just any flesh will suffice my hunger. I need to have a young succulent body with a juicy rump roast to really enjoy. I love to watch my boyfriend take her sweet ass as I take a strap-on and fuck her cunt. My accomplice and I facing each other as we violate the sweet fucking prey. I get so turned on and we embrace as she hollers and cries as we thrust deeper ripping her holes open. Laughing we take the flesh and marinade the whore with oil and seasonings enjoying the wimpers as we drink wine and dump it on her. We give her a white wine enemas and clean her holes right out watching as she goes into toxic shock from alcohol poisoning.
I slice her open and remove her guts and replace them with carrots and potatoes. We douse her with more wine and shove her in a roasting pan. We really love the smell of her baking and fuck until she’s done.
Let me treat you like a whore that you are.
Are you a dirty boy? Do you need someone to show you that all you are is a fucking nasty slut? Well that is what you are is a fucking slut and I want to put you on the streets in little slutty clothes and let big fucking guys pick you up and fucking pound that asshole and your mouth. I bet you would like that wouldn’t you? Well I am going to have to let them guys gang bang you one by one taking turns on your slutty little asshole. I wanna put bright red lipstick on you and make you suck a 100 cocks and get all that red lipstick on there cocks like a good little whore. So pick that fucking up and call me you dirty little slut.
Plastic Shopping Bags and Their Many Evis Uses
God I fucking hate little brats! I just came from the store and there were all these little brats running around. One of them rammed a cart into me and his bitch of a mom didn’t even apologize to me. The fucking nerve. I mean, who the fuck does she think she is? She has no clue of the evil plot that was already developing in my devious mind. I’m watching the bag boy bag my groceries and a thought began to occur to me. As I was leaving the store, I grabbed a huge handful of those plastic bags and went back to my car. To wait. Out comes that stupid fucking bitch with all those annoying badly behaved fucking brats. I overheard her saying that they had to hurry and get back home that no one else was there and she had left something on top of the stove. My pussy is throbbing at all the evil nasty things going through my head and all these plastic shopping bags I have. I mean, the possibilities are endless right? Use them to bind hands and feet with. Stuff one down one of their little throats and make them choke to death. Gag the other ones. And that stupid bitch who apparently spawned all of these hideous offspring. Well, let’s just say I have my own special plan for her.
The Biter 2
My boyfriend was being unusually nice to me and it was making me nervous. He said he wanted to go for a drive and butterflies started going crazy in my stomach. Halfway into the long drive, I recognized the route, he was taking me to The Biter. Panic took over my brain and I tried to jump out of the moving car, but he pulled me back in by my hair. I begged for him to turn the car around but he kept driving forward. He had to drag me into the old man’s house by my hair. I started screaming but we were so deep in the boondocks no one could hear me. My boyfriend even helped The Biter chain me to the wall before he left with an envelope full of money. The Biter didn’t waste any time before he tore my clothes off and bit my nipples. The pain was unbearable and my screams turned him on. He bit my flesh over and over again until my body was covered in bloody bite marks. I passed out when he bit my clit and come up with a mouth full of blood which he then spit into my face. No one would ever believe this man who looked like a gentle grandfather was a sadistic animal.
Female Castration Phone Sex
Wow, I never knew that female castration phone sex could be so hot and so much fun. This pretty girl cam in today. Apparently her boyfriend had caught her cheating and strangled her to death. I had just seen a thing on TV about some countries castrating their young females so that they couldn’t experience any pleasure through sex. How absurd is what I was thinking but then again, it would make an interesting collection to add to my many other collections I have. You know, nobody checks to see if their loved one is missing a nipple or a clit. Especially if they are going in the incinerator anyways. I’ve removed all kinds of body parts and have them safely stored so I can admire them. So, today started my new collection of clits. All clits are not created the same. I had so much fun cutting all the clits off of the women I didn’t think anyone would notice, but it just wasn’t enough. I wanted to try it out on a live subject. Luckily for me, the bar around the corner always has junkie whores outside who make easy victims. She didn’t scream as much as I had hoped she would though. I guess she was just too fucked up. It was titillating though. I think I’ll look for someone who’s not so fucked up that I can torture and have fun with. I wanna hear the screams, the pleading, the begging for their measly little life. Would you like to help me on my new endeavor?
Little slut deserved to die
My boyfriend and I pick up worthless sluts, and we begin to use them. We were drinking it up in a bar a couple of cities away when we spotted a hot blonde who was being extra flirty with my guy. If this bitch wanted my man, she was going to get him. I gave him a look, and things escalated very quickly.
I exited the stage, left and made my way to the sleazy motel we reserved for this night of excitement. I waited, and soon enough they came right in. He was rubbing her slutty body while I grew a bit jealous but I knew we were in this together.
The blonde whore had all her clothes off in two seconds. Jake ended up tying her up and made it look like they were going to have some kinky fun. This slut had no idea she was going to have some snuff sex with the both of us. He blindfolded her, and I came out. I slapped her and beat her and left in a bed of blood. I pulled out m razor blade dildo and went in on the slut. My boyfriend didn’t even want to touch her. Good boy, he knows the rules. After I made that rape fantasy actuality I was wet as can be.
I then gutted the hell out of her and left her there dismembered. The next day we mutilated her and threw her into the river on the opposite end of the city. The whole experience leaves me dripping wet. I rub my pussy thinking about how I fucked her to death. Little slut deserved to die.
Castration Phone Sex Therapy
Castration phone sex keeps me busy. I am amazed at how many men want their junk removed-on and off the phone. Daily, I chop off some loser’s nuts on the phone. I used to have a profile on the dark net. I would take testicles and specialize in CBT encounters for pay. I took it down last year because I was getting too many crazy men who took pleasure in giving me the runaround or would puss out when I pulled out my knife. I still have some old CBT clients. Tim has been coming to me weekly for years for CBT play. I go rough on his cock and balls too. I use whips and paddles, along with my leather boots. I have busted a nut before kicking the shit out of his worthless balls. He texted me for a session this week. He wanted something different. This time, he wanted me to castrate him. Took him 5 years to realize he doesn’t deserve sexual pleasure. His wife cuckolds him too. He is just a sad sack born with a tiny dick. I have been waiting for the day that he would ask this question. He came over Wednesday night. He was sober when he arrived, but he didn’t stay that way for long. For castration to work best, the subject should be altered. I don’t have medical supplies and painkillers. I do have Jack Daniels. He did 5 shots quickly, then I strapped him down in my execution chair I converted for castration therapy. Taking a man’s balls is therapeutic for everyone. I blindfolded him because he is a big old pussy. I stretched his cock out on the castration bar, pulled his tiny balls thru the hole and snip snip. Just like that, they were gone. I cauterized the wound, so he wouldn’t bleed out. He wanted to keep his balls like a young boy wants to keep his tonsils. I put them in a jar of formaldehyde as a parting gift. He limped home with his balls a gift to his wife. I don’t ask questions. I chop balls, take the money and send them home. Who is next?
New neighbor
When my new neighbor invited me to his new place, I didn’t think anything wrong about it. I should have known things would not of end well as soon as I saw the inside of his place. The whole place reeked of alcohol and it screamed murder scene. He tried his best to cover his tracks, but he was terrible at hiding who he was. My neighbor noticed my eagerness to leave.
He locked the door and threw me on the couch, And started to beat the shit out of me for even thinking I could leave. I was not allowed to go anywhere. I’m going to have my snuff sex rape fantasy come true with you whore. ” You knew what you were getting into when you came over with those shorts and tiny top. He started to rip my clothes off and began to pound my pussy merciless. I was his cum whore for the night. I was going to take his cock till I was a dead slut.
Kinky Taboo Phone Sex Slut
When guys know you are a taboo phone sex slut, they like to push the boundaries; take you out of your comfort zone. I met Todd on Tinder. He was looking for a party slut who liked to get kinky. I was looking for free coke. We were in his living room doing lines of snow and sharing kinky fetishes and experiences. He wanted to show me his dungeon. He had a BDSM dungeon in his basement. It was perfect for keeping a prisoner because the walls were padded and sound proof. There were no windows. Once I was down there, I got nervous. I thought I may never be seen again if I went into the basement with him. He had quite a few devices for male torture too. I joked that I could be be the executioner when I saw his full body leather suit. It looked bad ass. He put it on and he looked like a medieval executioner. I thought he might have snuff sex ideas, but he didn’t. He wanted to torture my pussy and ass, but he didn’t want to kill me. He laid down on a bench. His face mask had a dildo with spikes attached as a mouth piece. He had me squat over his face. He held me up by my ass as he lowered me down on his mouth dildo. It was a strange mixture of pleasure and pain. I was riding his face but getting fucked hard. I was squirting everywhere, but bleeding too. The dildo was tearing my cervical canal. What is wrong with me? He was likely ruining my pussy, or at the very least ensuring I couldn’t fuck for a while. I am a true pain slut, but he took my pain to a new level. I can’t wait to hook up with him again.


















