I love bondage

Bondage phone sex

I love to be tied up, or down or anywhere. I love being restrained. I love feeling so powerless. Bondage is one of my favorite things I have ever tried. When I decided to try it I made sure to have a professional do it so I wouldn’t get hurt and so I could really enjoy myself. He suspended me and fucked me that way, and that is probably the most intense sex I have ever had. He made me cum over and over again; he even made me full body orgasm. I was shaking on his cock, milking him as I came. He loved every moment, and even came himself. Shooting all his load into me, every last drop.

Castration Phone Sex: I’m Your CBT Accomplice

castration phone sexWould you believe me if I told you castration phone sex is a real thing? So many guys fantasize about a sick dominant bitch taking their junk. Then there are the men who really want it done but are too much of a pussy to do it on their own. If you really want your balls gone, man up sissy and do it yourself. With my assistance and guidance of course. There is a type of man who wants his balls cut off. I use the word man loosely. In reality, he is no man. He is a sissy. A fairy faggot. A tiny dick loser. You get the picture. I had one such little loser call me today actually. He told me all these stories that painted a pathetic existence. A life of cross dressing, pissing in panties, sucking cock in glory holes, forced feminization and humiliating tasks like exposing his 2 inch nub to strangers. He lives his life as a girl and even a little dick interferes with being female. I told him how to take his balls off. Explained to him all the instruments he would need to have on hand for safe junk removal. Pansy ass wussed out on me. Begged me to do it for him. Stupid mother fucker too. I am not Freddy Krueger. I can’t magically make my knife penetrate the phone line to lob off his balls, although I wish I did have those powers. I told him where to go to look for women or even men in his area to assist in the junk removal process. Here is the deal losers. I love taking men’s worthless nut sacks on and off the phone. But don’t call me up wanting real castration and not be willing to do what it takes to make it happen. Not my fault you are a pussy. Also not my fault that you live in bum fuck nowhere. I get that this is a fantasy phone sex service, but if you really want to lose your testicles or even get snuffed, I will help you, but you got to help me help you, loser.

Snuff Phone Sex at the Car Wash

Snuff phone sex has become a routine part of my life. Today, as I was hitchhiking, I came across a small town with a couple of churches, a single school that accommodated all 500 of their young from pre-k through 12th grade. The football team was their pride and joy, and all the little ones were hyper-religious, just like all the adults in the town.

It being just that type of town, I should have known what I was getting myself into. They were running a fundraiser to help the team out, since school is starting back up. They were trying to get a running leap at the funds they’ll need to make it to the bigger games. I stopped in and watched for a little bit, just because it was a change of pace, and you never know who might inquire and be kind enough to offer you a lift even a mile or so up the road.snuff phone sex

I was invited to come help, and since I was wearing my short denim skirt and a tight little tank, I didn’t see the harm. So, I joined in, helping these teens wash cars for “a good cause”. Apparently, this town hasn’t seen much by way of strangers, because every person there eventually stopped to watch me. Before I knew it, one of the girls walked over and started popping me across the back and backs of my legs with her wet towel. It hurt, and I asked her to stop before starting to leave. I don’t know why, but apparently I just have “victim” tattooed across my back. A couple of the guys came over and held me down, and the girls then all started whipping me with their wet rags. The guys were laughing and using the abuse as a reason to feel me up. Before I knew it, I was being raped right there by half the team while the girls, in their outrage that I was getting their guys attentions and dicks, continued to barrage me with wet towel smacks, slaps, spit, and so on. I couldn’t get out of there fast enough once they finally let me go.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies

murder phone sex fantasies We all have that rage inside of us that make us dream about murder phone sex fantasies against our enemies. There is no use denying it.

 I love it when you call me with revenge in your heart. I love hearing the icy cold blood pumping in your veins. The sound of your voice has the sharp cut of a razors edge.

As soon as we start to talk about how we will lure the torturous wrench into our grasp so that we can carry our our murder phone sex fantasies, my cunt begins to drip and the cold blood begins to fill your cock.

We will be sweet as honey, all smiles and forgiveness just to get her where we want her.

The niggers paid us well for her sweet white flesh. Letting us watch was of no concern for them.

Watching her face as we push her into the middle of them is just the beginning of the fun we are about to have.

I reach over and begin stroking your cock as I watch them push her around ripping her clothes to shreds. I grab your hand and shove it in my crotch. It is already wet and ready to fuck.

Suddenly I see the flash of a blade touch her skin as blood spurts out covering the white shirt of the nigger closest to her. Cussing he throws her to the ground and punches her in the face, splitting the skin.

She screams in pain.

He unzips his pants and a huge dick, dark as night springs forth. I can see the pre-cum glistening on the head before he rams it right up her ass.

I can’t take it any more and I straddle your lap. I want to fuck. A hard and wild ride as our murder phone sex fantasies play out right before our eyes.

Torture Me Daddy

Torture phone sexHow about you string me up by my fucking wrists and make sure its tight so I can’t slip away. Then put a rope around my chest right above my perky tits a tie it tight! Then connect to my hands to that piece of rope so if I pull it just pulls against my chest tighter and tighter. I would love for you to take your tightest nipple clamps and pull my nipples so there stretched out and clamp them fucking nipple clamps on them. Making me fucking scream and beg you to take them off. They are starting to make my nipples bleed down my chest to my pussy. Then you take a wand and turn it up as high as it goes and place it right between my lips directly on my clit and just leave it there torturing my pussy with the vibrations. Making me cum over and over again and its so red and swollen from it. you just keep doing it for hours and hours till I can’t take it no more and you take me and just throw me off the side of the road naked and covered in blood. What to do now?

Desperation

torture phone sex marleyI decided to hike across country, avoiding the streets this time as much as possible. For every break, there is another, more sadistic family! As I was resting and enjoying lunch under a beautiful old oak tree, another lovely family came near. They were also hiking, and they seemed sweet enough.

They invited me to join them and, foolishness, I did. The next thing I know, I am tied up naked in a musty old basement, arms hanging from some thick metal pipes above me. Even my legs were shackled to the floor spread apart.

I should probably be used to this by now, but panic set in. I screamed through my gag, which tasted rank, like old food and maybe piss. I started to thrash about. I guess someone was home, because 2 men and a little girl came down and unrolled a tool kit.

I started crying then, but they just started clamping my nipples with little electrical clamps and the little girl started biting my legs.

Domination Phone Sex: I’m Your Perfect P Accomplice

domination phone sexDomination phone sex is all this worthless whore is good for. I can’t be dominant. I am too weak. I can be an accomplice, however. I am especially good at helping men who like the little ones. I can lure little ones away safely as a soccer mom. Those young ones never suspect that I have an evil dominant man pulling my strings. Just last week I was ordered by my oldest son to bring him some fresh meat. He complained that not even my ass was tight anymore. He fucks me so hard and often times invites his friends to violate me too, it is no wonder I don’t have tight fuck holes. Plus I have birthed several babies and that wears a pussy out. I’m a good bitch. Keep me coked up and I do anything. I went to the mall in a boring suburban outfit to look demure. I was on a mission: to find a sweet young blonde thing so that my son could ruin her pussy and ass, maybe even snuff her out. I feel like a sheep leading lamb to slaughter, but it would be me he tortured if I did not do as he asks. So I lured a little lamb to a world she could not even imagine. A dark bleak world where death is a blessing. I picked out the perfect angel for him. When I said I was a friend of her mommy’s picking her up because her mommy was in a car accident, she didn’t ask any questions. By the time we were back to my place the Nyquil I slipped into her soda had kicked in. I carried her into the basement and dropped her at my son’s feet like a cat leaves a dead bird for its owner. I tried to go upstairs so I didn’t have to watch, but he restrained me so I was forced to watch him break her legs, carve her up like meat and force fuck her for hours. He strangled her to death as he came in her little cunt. He untied me, dropped her dead body at my feet and said, “take care of the whore bitch.” I buried her battered and broken body out back like she was a family cat. You see, I am a good bitch.

Bloody phone sex kissing fetish

bloody phone sex

I am hanging out at my home and my door rings. I am super excited because I think it is a package I have been waiting for! When I open the door a very tall man barges right in, knocking me to the ground. He locks the door behind him and ties me up. He puts duck tape around my wrist and gets me completely naked. He tells me that he has been watching me for some time now.

He tells me that I better cooperate and if I do not, he will do very bad things to me. “I have been fantasizing about your lips for some time now.” He tells me that and asked me for some kissing. I figure, if it makes me stay alive then I will do anything. I start kissing his lips and I see him growing hard through his pants. I stop for a brief second and he slaps me across my face! “Do not stop you bitch.” I go back to kissing hi lips and kissing all over his body. He says how much he loves my lips.

He traces them with my fingers. He finally grabs them and takes his knife out. “I want you to kiss me for a life time, I want your lips forever.” I start to panic as he is sawing my lips off. I can not do anything since his might over powers me. He has a kissing fetish. He proclaims I am going to die, but my lips will live on, kissing every inch of him.

Who wants to fuck my pet faggot?

Domination phone sex

I need some big strong nigger men who hate faggots to call me right now. This sissy whore Michelle has been a bad cock sucking faggot whore. You can listen to his calls where he tells me about how much of a worthless weak bitch he was to be tricked by a little slut he went to school with. She and er mommy forced him into women’s clothes and taught him to suck cock.. Well now he make the mistake coming to me. Begging me to be his mistress. Well he had homework to do. I wanted him to find a weak worthless brat like him to force into women’s clothes and turn that little brat into a sissy whore like my cock sucking faggot pet Michelle. Well She didn’t do what I wanted so now I am offering to sell our calls. Sell his secrets and expose him to faggot hating racist fuckers who will brutally sodomize his sissy pussy hole while he licks my pussy! 

Snuff Porn Fantasies

snuff pornSnuff porn is so popular. It is a dark fetish for so many folks. Even women have snuff fantasies. Some women are really cruel mistresses who love to kill blonde bimbos like me.  I answered an ad on the Back Pages for a threesome. It sounded like a hot scenario. I saw pictures of the couple, very handsome. They just wanted a subbie playmate. I fit that bill. When I arrived, I knew something was off. This was no normal couple. More like Bonnie and Clyde or some other deranged killer duo in history. I could see the madness in their eyes. Hers primarily. Her soul was black. I sat down and she spit in my face, then poured her hot cup of coffee on my tits. She scalded my boobs and laughed. Flat out laughed as I cried in pain. I attempted to flee for the door, but he grabbed me. He restrained me while she kicked me repeatedly for hours. I was semi conscious when I got a reprieve.  I heard them laughing in the other room. Blood covered my face. I was choking on blood and vomit. I was dizzy. Everything was blurry, but I tried to crawl to the door to escape. I thought I had my freedom. My bloodied hand was on the knob, when something sharp pierced through my ass. The pain was beyond imagine. It came out my mouth and pinned me to the door. I was speared. Spit roasted like a pig. I couldn’t breathe or move. Like road kill, I was waiting to die. Die at the hands of two strangers I thought wanted to fuck a submissive whore. My blue eyes looked at the man for some sort of answer as to why me. He knew that look. He patted my head and said, “Because you are a stupid  whore who hooks up with strangers. The only good whore is a dead whore.”