Taboo Phone Sex with Mommy Blair: Anal Torture

taboo phone sex mommy snuffMy son loves rough anal with me. Using my ass for his deviant desires gives him so much pleasure. He even enjoys pimping my ass out. He forces me to insert all sorts of things in my ass to prime myself for anal torture. Big dildos, butt plugs, wine bottles, beer cans, squash, guns, the heels of shoes, fists, aerosol cans, remotes, flashlights, curling iron,  multiple cocks, speculums….. He doesn’t care if my  sphincter is torn. In fact he prefers that my ass tear and bleed. He equates it with brushing my teeth. He claims our mouths bleed and get tiny tears every time we brush so I shouldn’t bitch.

Today he rented my ass out  to his friend. First, I had to give a show on top of the bar. My job was to fuck anything and everything I could find until my ass was gaping open. I started with a really huge suction cup dildo and worked my way up to a bottle of Maker’s Mark. It has a big square end and that is what went in first. I was screaming in pain, bleeding too. I am not allowed to use any lubrication. It has to hurt because my pain is a man’s pleasure.

My son’s friend was so turned on he did bourbon shots from my ass. He didn’t care that I was bleeding and in pain. I had to keep that bottle inside my ass until my son and  him drank all the bourbon. Then they yanked it out and made me lick my ass off that bottle. I had to clean it good. So humiliating. But I am a worthless wore. My asshole was inside out, gaping and my son’s friend rammed his cock deep inside me. Said he was being a good Samaritan and putting my ass back together for me. He fucked my tattered sphincter back together.  After he came inside me, he poured a bottle of booze in my gaping hole. He said it was a makeshift enema to clean up my dirty ass. It burned like hell and got me oddly drunk. Really drunk. So drunk I puked and passed out. I guess the tears in my ass let the alcohol get absorbed in my skin.

I woke up on the bar, empty bottles covered in blood everywhere. Good thing I passed out. My ass will never be the same.

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Babysitter Phone Sex Circumcision

Ughh. Have I ever told you how much I hate little ones? I hope to god I never have any, but I got stuck babysitting some last night. I was so pissed off. Like I don’t have better things to do than watch someone else’s little brats. Luckily it was only one little boy, and once his parents left he didn’t seem like a bad little boy. He just kinda sat there looking at me. I noticed he was wearing a diaper. Fucking great, thats all I need is to worry about – this little piece of shit making a mess on my watch.

I decided to teach his parents a lesson and take his diaper off for the night. That way if he pissed or shit it would be all over their floor. I could just tell them it was an accident and that he took it off himself. At least I wouldn;t have to clean it up then. I grabbed the little boy and took his clothes off and then his diaper. Out popped his tiny little cock. To my surprise my stomach did a little flip at the sight of it. A cock is a cock I suppose. But there was something about this one that drew my attention – he was not circumcised. Well, well, well, it looks like I got to have some fun after all!

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I had seen a circumcision on the internet before and it was such a turn on! I decided I was going to take this little turtle headed dick and make it a beautiful mushroom head. I took him with me to the kitchen and put him up on the butcher block counter. I played with his little cock until it got hard so I could see what I was working with. Not too bad, a few inches long, and I was about to do this little guy a favor. I grabbed a knife from the counter made sure it was sharp with my fingers. I kept stroking his little penis so that he stayed nice and hard for his surgery. He was fucking loving it, his little hips moving with every stroke.

I felt my pussy start to throb as I stuck the tip of the knife up under the foreskin. He didn’t seem to notice, he just kept fucking the air like the little dumbass he was. I got the knife all the way under the foreskin, twisted it so it was blade side up and pulled. It slit through the skin like butter and blood began to pour out before the pain even hit him. I came all down my legs as I saw the pain register on the little brat. I wasn’t done yet though – I had to get the ugly skin off his tiny cock, so I held him down with my elbows as he screamed his fucking head off, and finished my work.

There was blood everywhere and his wails of pain were so real and blood curdling my ears were ringing. I almost felt bad, but was consumed by the river of fresh young blood pouring out of his cock. I  had never seen anything so innocent hurting so badly. I decided to put his diaper back on, to help sop up the blood, and sat him on the floor in the kitchen. He soaked two diapers full of blood as I sat and watched, rubbing my pussy as I watched the blood soak through. He stopped crying eventually, and I decided to leave before his parents got home. I guess that will teach them to make me babysit…

Off to the Woods we Go!

violent phonesex julietI’ve only been camping a few times, only once going completely alone when I was confident enough to be out there all by myself. I guess that wasn’t the best idea of mine, but it did benefit everyone involved.
I woke up to the sound of footsteps outside of my tent, having been alone, or so I thought, I’d been sleeping naked, and just pulled my sleeping bag a little tighter around my chest, trying to keep quiet. A lights came on, I could see it past the thin material, and whoever was outside knew I was there now. The tent unzipped, so fast, and the light, right in my eyes, it was blinding.
All I remember really was the feeling of a gloved hand dragging me out of that tiny tent, pressing me to the grass, and then that feeling of hot flesh pressed right up against my slit, shoving inside of me, filling me up oh so sweetly. My cunny was quivering as he just rammed himself inside of me, before I knew it, that same cock was down my throat, I nearly gagged it was so big.
I screamed, and fought him a little, but it felt too good, I didn’t really want him to stop.
Every one of my tight little holes was fucked good and hard, even right now, just thinking about it is making my little pussy so slick.
By the end of that night, I was covered in a stranger’s cum, and mine. I’m almost upset that he never asked for my number.
I think I’ll start going camping more often.

My boyfriend is a corpse.

violent phonesex georgiaMy boyfriend decided to attempt to stand up to him, even though I begged him not to. I told him to just leave me alone and forget about me because I never wanted this to involve anyone else. I was hoping that tonight when I came home everything would be fine. Obviously it wasn’t and will never be again.

He wants to destroy me, I swear. He’ll take everything away and break me down until I’m nothing. His cock will get hard watching me suffer, he’ll laugh at my pain and he won’t stop even when I’m broken, crying at his feet.

I could see the blood the instant I opened the door. I could smell it before that, I was just clinging to the hope that it wasn’t real. My boyfriend was dead, on my floor, and he was playing in his blood. He had this huge twisted smile on his face. I just froze. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t feel anything. He was laughing, standing there with his twitching evil dick, covered in head to toe in my boyfriend’s blood. He demanded I take my clothes off and join him, I was too afraid to say no.

He pushed me on my knees in the pool of blood while he rubbed his bloody cock all over my face. Then, he forced it into my mouth. I started to cry uncontrollably, he slapped my face firmly with his hand when I was getting too loud. The blood filled my mouth with a metallic flavor, I just had to try not think about it or where it came from. I had to be a brave girl. Finally, he pulled his cock out for a few moments. He decided I didn’t have enough blood covering my body so he used his hands to collect and smear it until I was covered.

I was told afterward to get on top of my boyfriend’s corpse and fuck it. Rigor mortis had set in so his body was bloated and stiff and so was his cock. I cried and screamed, but he just pushed me down onto my boyfriend’s cold dead dick. Again, I froze. I couldn’t thrust or grind on my boyfriend like we did before. It was too sick and I was too afraid. So he put his cock back into my mouth again, causing me to move slightly against my boyfriend’s cock. He fucked my throat harder and harder, causing me to move more and to feel things I shouldn’t. My pussy wasn’t just wet with blood anymore.

I felt so disgusted with myself. I wanted to die, I wanted him to kill me. He just kept thrusting in and out of mouth with the same fucked up grin on his face. He made sure I came more than once before he finally pulled his hard red bloody cock out to shoot cum all over my boyfriend’s pale face
I was still hoping that he would keep going, that he would kill me. All he did was push me down into the puddle of blood and order me to clean the mess up.

Fucking Monsters

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At some point in your life you were afraid of monsters, or still are.. 

I have a new fear..

He is a monster.

With the new viruses going around master made me get sick. 

He works in the morgue at the hospital in town, which means he has access to all the viruses that normally kill people. 

What ever he gave me made me sick, very sick. 

The combination of viruses has turned my body into a living corps.

I can’t stop him from moving me, I can not squirm away from his touch.

I can’t move but  I can feel every ounce of pain…

He can bend and mold my body to anything he wants as he fucks me.

Tonight he had his spiked cock sleeve on and he slammed it into my ass

I could feel each spike digging into my asshole and ripping it apart as he pushed back and forth into my body..

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I can’t scream..

I can’t even cry..

What has he done to me…

What is he doing to me?

Finally he pulled his bloody cock out and come around to my face and sticks his bloody cock that has pieces of my skin hanging off of it into my mouth. 

I suddenly get this urge for more..

More blood.

More flesh. 

I start to bite down, but I can’t feel my jaw close.. 

What ever is happening to my body I have turned into a monster just like him… but I have a thirst for blood now… 

Domination Phone Sex with Cassandra: Controlled with Poison

domination phone sex big tits submissiveOne of my Masters invited me to dinner. It seemed quite benevolent of him, so I had my suspicions. As soon as I arrived, he ordered me naked. I was the appetizer. He forced me on the dinner table and started to fuck my holes. Master is never gentle with my holes. To describe how he fucks me as rough sex is an understatement. He always fucks my ass and my cunt to the point they are swollen and gaping open. After he came in my holes, he tied me to one of the chairs and said he prepared a very special dinner for me that I should feel honored to eat.

I was scared. What in the hell was he gonna shove down my throat. He claimed it was a delicacy in Asian countries. I thought to myself, oh great, I am going to have to eat something gross like guinea pig or octopus, or maybe even man’s best friend? Wrong, wrong and wrong. He brought out some blowfish looking thing. I thought fish, I could handle that. Then he told me it was a puffer fish. Pufferfish are generally believed to be the second-most poisonous animal  in the world, after the golden poison frog. Certain internal organs, such as liver, and sometimes the skin, contain tetrodotoxin and are highly toxic to most animals and humans when eaten; nevertheless, the meat is considered a delicacy when eaten properly. Eaten not properly, it can be deadly.

Master told me I had to eat it and he warned me to eat carefully. He was gonna take sick pleasure watching me try to eat a highly lethal piece of meat. I had never eaten Pufferfish. I was clueless about how to eat it to prevent death or extreme illness. I decided to go slow very slow small bites to see if I could feel a reaction. This was working for awhile until I suddenly felt drugged. I was light headed, dizzy and going numb. Master grabbed my head and shoved my face into the plate, forcing more in my mouth. Then my whole body felt paralyzed. I started vomiting and feeling my heart race. My tongue was numb, my lips swelled and I couldn’t breathe. I thought I was going to die. Master was going to let me die. It would look like I died on my own accord from eating poisonous fish. Technically Master had not laid a finger on me.

Then, Master stabbed me with a needle. Within minutes I could breathe and within hours all the feeling came back in my body. Master grabbed me by the hair and made it clear that he could take my life when ever her felt like it so I better be a good fucking cunt all the time. His message was clear. He owned me and my every breath was under his control.

What will you do to control me? Show me that you have the power and I will always be powerless.

Elixir of Poison

Master invited me to a special gathering of pagan friends since I am a solitary witch. I usually avoid such gatherings but Master wants me to come along. These gatherings are known for their high sexual content and are generally Crowley followers/ members of the OTO. This following is based from Eastern Mysticism, Freemasonry, and a couple other Western belief systems. Essentially Paganistic.

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  This was more or less an social gathering not so much any ritualistic type planned gathering, thus others were invited to attend the temple. I agreed to attend and dressed to suit the occasion since they are very sexual and I know master well enough to know he has ulterior motives.

Upon arriving I was introduced to many of the members and was taken to a room and given an “elixir” to purify me and prepare me for the ceremonies of the night. I glanced at Master and he just nodded indicating that I should just go with it and give myself to these individuals.

Drinking the elixir I started to feel a warmth course through my body. The elderberry liquor was prepared with Belladonna a poisonous toxic plant when ingested in the wrong amount. When prepared properly it is the ideal elixir to promote relaxation, and the correct state for which opening the individual to delights of the body. Orgies are fueled with this poison in a strength just below the toxic level. When to much is ingested one will go into cardiac arrest. \

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Don’t go to bed angry..

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I think last night I should not have went to bed angry. I was so upset with my master that when i went to bed I had a ‘bad’ dream. It was bad but felt so good. Master had my anger up at an all time high. When I went to sleep I had nothing but thoughts of snuffing him out!

 

I vividly remember him coming home and me hitting him over the head. Knocked him out cold. Took me a while to get him to the bed but I managed. i triple tied him up, because my master is super strong. I started smacking him every where trying to get him to wake up. I slapped him in the face.. in his chest.. I even resorted to slapping his big dick and balls. That got his attention and he woke up.

 

 

As soon as he realized what I was going on he was fussing and yelling and I just but his bitch ass in place. I slapped him and told him to shut the fuck up! He was mine to play with and I’d do with him what I please. I cut all his clothes off and started sucking his cock. He likes when I suck his cock so I wanted him to think i was going to be pleasing him.

 

Once I got him hard and his fuckrod was sticking straight up.I sat on his face and made me lick my cunt. I climbed up on his dick and started riding him. Hard! Fast! Deep in side of me! Just when I knew he was getting close to cumming I got off and acted like I was going to suck him off, instead… I started biting on his balls. Shoving a qtip deep in his piss hole.

I used a lot of the toys he uses on me when I’m bad, on him. Ironic isn’t it! Oh how I loved torturing my master.

Baseball Bat Fucking

I remember you from class. The nerd. The dork. The weird guy that no one would go out with, including me. How did I end up here? The last thing I remember was being at the party, drinking some drinks, and then nothing… Then I wake up here, tied to your bed, with you naked in front of me with your cock out and stroking it as you let you eyes roll over my naked body. I ask you what the hell you think your doing. You calmly say, “Stephanie, I’ve wanted you for so long, and now you are mine.” I tell you you’re a nutjob and to untie me. You spit in my face and suddenly turn very angry.

You don’t seem like the geek we teased in school – there is something terrifying about the look on your face, like you’re going to do what you want. My pussy shudders, and I can’t believe I start to get wet just from your small show of power. I can’t help but glance down at your cock as you stroke it, and its huge. Who would have thought you could be hiding such a gorgeous dick inside those jeans all those years? As you spit slides down my face, you reach over the side of the bed and pull out a baseball bat.

I cringe at the bat, not knowing if you plan to hit me with it, and too afraid to ask. You take my legs and  put them back over my head, opening my perfect pink pussy wide for you to see. You take the cold metal bat and place the large end against my glistening slit, and begin to twirl it around, teasing me with the hard cold metal. You ask me if I want to play ball with you, and I I can’t help myself, I say, “Yes”. You spin the bat faster and it begins to twist inside my tight cunt, stretching the opening as far as it will go.

I lose my breath at the width of the bat, and this just feeds your madness, so you begin pushing and turning the bat even harder. It penetrates my tiny pussy and I cry for you to go slow. But you don’t listen, you twist faster and harder and begin to ram me mercilessly with the metal bat. You stroke it in and out with all your strength and I can feel at least 16 inches  of it up inside me, tearing me apart. You’re still stroking your cock with your other hand and tell me to open wide. I open my mouth, and watch as you shoot your hot load all over my tongue. As you cum, the bat stops moving, and I get a small break from the hard fucking you gave me.

You lay down beside me, both our hearts pounding, the bat still inside me. You tell me that the second inning is coming soon, and that I better be ready. You fall asleep, and even though I could probably get my arms free, I chose not to. I lay there, tied to your bed, waiting for you to wake up and give me more. If I would have known what a fucking turn-on you were back in school, you wouldn;t have had to kidnap me like you did tonight….

Knife Play Phone Sex with Venus: How Do You Wanna Be Butchered?

knife play phone sex goth bloodyOctober is my favorite month. Why? Because freaks like me blend in with the natives. During the month of horror and terror, knife wielding psychotics like me are actually celebrated. Knives, hooks, scissors,  axes, metal fingers….. are all thought cool. See silly people think Michael Meyers, Jason Voorhes and Freddy Krueger aren’t real. But there are knife loving socio paths like me whose heroes come straight off the celluloid screen. Every day in October, I butcher someone in the fashion of one of my idols. I have never been caught. Variety and seemingly random victims are the keys to not being caught. 

How would you like to be butchered?

knife play phne sex butcher gothBy a psychopathic wooden puppet named Blade with a knife? By a sweet camper girl named Angela, wielding a big ole butcher knife? Victor Crowley style with a hatchet? Vengeful fisherman style with a rusty old hook? Or maybe you prefer your hook Candyman style with the added benefit of a swarm of bees to sting you to death? Then there are your garden variety crazed killers fond of basic kitchen cutlery like Ghostface , Jack Torrence, Chucky, Dexter or Patrick Bateman? Lizzy Borden style with 50 whacks? Jason style with a menacing machete? Maybe you have mommy issues and would like to be butchered Norman Bates style? Freddy Krueger style with sharp metal fingers?  Hell, I will even go all Fatal Attraction on your ass and kill you and your bunny. My favorite way to butcher is Michael Myers style. Big fucking sharp knife, cold dark stare, never say a word. Just butcher you and move on to the next victim.The possibilities are endless when you have a knife loving  serial killer groupie like me. My only MO is that I use a sharp instrument. I love slicing, cutting and mutilating flesh. Such a turn on to watch a worthless POS bleed. I can imitate any one of my many knife wielding idols.

Indeed October is my favorite month. Tomorrow the games begin. Maybe you will survive, maybe you won’t.  But you will bleed, a lot.

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