Category: Bondage phone sex

Taboo Phone Sex: Do You Have a Rare Creepy Fetish?

taboo phone sexBeing a taboo phone sex goddess, I encounter men with all sorts of weird fetishes. Kevin had one that was rare and beyond creepy. Have you heard of Formicophilia? It is a sexual arousal from insects and spiders. I had to look it up when he found me on the dark net. He was willing to pay me good money to make his rare fetish fantasy a reality. I am a sick bitch and a greedy one too, so I booked a session and I went to this farm known for selling all sorts of creepy crawlies. I came back with a few tarantulas. Luckily, I am not like most women. I don’t have arachnophobia. I may not like spiders, but they don’t scare me like they do most women. I took him to my kill shack in the woods just in case this turned into a snuff sex session and I had to get rid of his body. I had no clue if he would have a heart attack or not. I asked him if he wanted some whisky, but he was brave. I made him strip naked. I tied him spread eagle to my bed. I was all set to blindfold him, but he wanted to see the creepy crawlies on his body. He was a sick fuck, but he was paying me $3,000 because he was too much of a wuss to do this himself. I dumped big hairy spiders all over his body. Spiders that could bite him and send him into shock or even kill him. His body trembled, but his dick was hard. This Formicophilia really was a fetish for him. The moment one of those 8-legged freaks crawled on his dick, he started oozing pre-cum. What the fuck? He was aroused from a spider that could kill him being on his dick. He was too sick a fuck to live and reproduce. I let the spiders bite him everywhere. As the one bit his dick, he came, then went into some sort of anaphylactic shock and died with a smile on his face. Good thing I got his money up front. Think you can top his rare fetish?

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Do what you want with my body

torture sexTorture sex with my body is something I excelled at When my boyfriend told me it was time to get creative I had to think quick. I had to entertain him, and if I didn’t, he would find a way to amuse himself with my body. I had one job, and it was to be a good slut and fuck my holes till they bled. I have made a complete monster out of him and have done it all. I can’t have him bored, so I need to be on my A- game. I figure out the perfect way to keep him happy. I have never dismembered my body for him. I knew fucking up my fingers and toes would make him a happy camper. I had to clip my clit too for the grand finale.

Taboo Phone Sex Need for Violent Sex

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex fantasies make me wet. I am a sick twisted woman. I like violent sex. I went to this underground club over the weekend. I was looking for an executioner and I found one. This BDSM club is underground, off the radar and known for violent sexual encounters. Just what I was in the mood for. I knew I found the right man when I saw him towering over me in a leather mask.  He put a chain around my neck and dragged me to a room. He never spoke. He ripped my clothes off while he sodomized my ass. He put his strong hands around my throat and squeezed tightly as he rammed his cock in and out of my ass. His balls were huge. They slapped on my ass making a rhythmic noise as I struggled to breathe with his hands on my throat. He was violent. Ass rape porn stars wouldn’t be able to take what he was giving me. He had a spiked cock ring on that was tearing my asshole to shreds. I asked for this. I like pain. I like blood. I don’t know what is wrong with me. When he came it stung because of the tears in my asshole. When he pulled out, he pushed me down. I assumed he was done with me. He used me and now he had no more use for me. I got up and headed toward the door. He grabbed my blonde locks, pulled me back and punched me several times in the face and in the gut. My nose was bleeding now too. He just laughed and pointed at the door. Now he was done with me. I was bleeding and struggling to walk normally because of the sucker punch in the stomach. I wanted violent sex and I got it. I need to be careful about what I ask for.

Torture Sex Nightmare

torture sexI had a torture sex nightmare last night. I woke up in a ball of sweat, scared for my life. You were not very nice too me. In fact, you could have killed me. I think you wanted too but I woke up. I remember we met at a bar. You bought me a lot of drinks. Perhaps, you spiked my last drink, or it was just one too many because I don’t remember leaving the bar. My memory was foggy, still is. I was at a bar with a cute guy then I was chained to a wall in a basement. The first face I saw was yours. You were whipping my voluptuous body and calling me a whore. I was scared but trapped. I acted like a pain slut but that made you whipped me harder. I know I am not the only girl you did this too because I saw the collection of purses in the corner. You have been at this awhile. Somehow, I got away. I may be the only one who got away. Honestly, I thought I just had an awful nightmare, but I woke up this morning and I couldn’t find my purse. Then, when I went into the bathroom, I saw the welts all over my body. It wasn’t just a bad dream. It is just I can’t remember who your were or how I got out.

Home Invasion Snuff

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I had no idea they were waiting for me. I came home after class and felt like taking a shower. I barely pulled my shorts and panties when suddenly I was attacked from behind. The stranger held me by the neck and pushed my face into my pillows to muffle my screams of terror. He held a large butcher knife to my face and told me to do what he said or he would gut me like a pig. He had me curled up with my hands by my ankles and he shackled my hands and legs together with my wrists. I couldn’t move!

With my bare pussy and ass in the air, I began to cry and beg. But my attacker said that if I made a peep, he’d kill me. He began performing his twist rape fantasy on my virgin cunt and ass as I cried and cried, but that only made him rougher. When I didn’t stop crying, he turned me over and plunged the knife deep into my side. I gasped, barely breathing as he twisted the knife carving a large hole in my side, “I told you to shut the fuck up!” He then shoved his hard cock deep inside the wound and began to fuck my gaping and bleeding hole. He slashed harder with the knife, spilling my entrails and fucked harder and harder until I couldn’t cry or breathe at all.

The slaughter of Pigomi

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Naomi is a girl from high school who is far from sweet. I have had plenty of snuff sex sessions where I have thought about ruining her. See looks maybe deceiving but I know her motives and know she ruined my life once before.  Pigomi planted her weed in my locker. I got in trouble for it and held on to that grudge for a while. A few years passed and my path crossed with Naomi once again. I had her application on file and had to put my personal feelings aside and give her a proper interview. I invited the pig whore over for a shot.

I brought her right inside and introduced her to my partner from work. I decided to go get some drinks at his request. I could hear My work partner drill her figuratively and literally. Pigomi was on her knees sucking him off in clear daylight. A pig doesn’t change over night. It was time for ultimate revenge I was going to smoke this ham. This little piggy messed with the wrong bitch. We were going to make her squeal and beg to let free. We hog tied her up and put the most painful electric shock nipple clamps ever. Silly pigomi has no idea we love much more than plain torture phone sex. We love the real deal. My co worker and I have a mutual love for hunting whores like pigomi and honoring our vengeance vows. The soon to be pork was begging for her pathetic life to be set free. What a joke. Oh piggy you will be used even well after you have an apple in your mouth. One thing we love is fucking dead carcass. I was on a full on high seeing him fuck her lifeless body. It was the fair shot the oinker deserved.

Snuff Me, Daddy

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Daddy has always told me that I am getting a little too old for our playtimes and when the time comes, I am going to be his little snuff princess. I love playing with daddy, but I understand! When I woke up this morning, daddy opened my cage and told me today was the day for our last playtime! He pulled me out, put on my gag, a sack over my head and tied knots around my wrists, elbows, knees and ankles. He then threw me over his shoulder and put me in the trunk. We drove for a long time until we ended up at Daddy’s warehouse.

First, Daddy removed my gag and had me lick his cock and gag on it. He loved how enthusiastic I was, he shoved his cock deep inside my mouth as he has done many times before and wrapped his hand around my throat. He choked my neck around his cock until I puked all over his cock then he strapped me down to a work table and began to work. Daddy strapped my legs wide over and began fucking my cunnie as he slashed and sliced at my tits. The blood poured all over the warehouse floors and my screams echoed around, Daddy told me that what he was doing was called “evisceration.”

Daddy then flipped me over as my guts spilled onto the table and shoved his carving knife into my rosebud. He began fucking my gaping wound while slice and carving large chunks of flesh out of my back. He fucked harder and harder as I took my last gargled gasps of air and then he finished inside my mangled asshole.

 

Kidnapping Phone Sex Scenario Got Real

kidnapping phone sexI found myself in one of my kidnapping phone sex scenarios on New Year’s Day. I was celebrating the end of 2018 at a high-end club downtown with some girlfriends. We had gone to the salon to get our hair and nails done in preparation for the night’s festivities. We were dressed in sexy new outfits that screamed GFE material. We were hoping to snag some new sugar daddies for 2019. This club was full of eligible men for the role too. We thought we found our men in a trio of lawyers. Older men, sexy as fuck and rich as a fuck too. The last thing I remembered before waking up chained to a dungeon wall was drinking with them at the club bar. We were drugged and later caged like animals. Those men saw us as cheap bimbos out of our element. One of the guys told me as I was asking what had happened that you can’t make a pig pretty. I could hear my girlfriends screaming in pain from another room. I guess they were in a similar restrained state like me in other parts of the dungeon. I screamed out for them. That was met with a heavy blow to my face. Blood trickled down my cheek. Louie was my tormentor. He was the oldest of the three. Not sure if he was the leader or not, but he put me in my place. After listening to him shame me, he humiliated me further by making me eat dog food off the floor. I didn’t even get a bowl. He told me I was a poser, not sugar baby material, nothing more than a wild mutt trying to be a prized show dog. I could only imagine my friends were being used as ass rape porn stars like me. Louie force fucked my ass raw until I shit all over his dick. That mishap came back to haunt me quickly. He made me eat my own shit as he pissed on my face. For days, we were tortured and debased. I think I was the only one of my friends who secretly loved every moment.

Snuff Sex Death

snuff sexIt was a snuff sex holiday for me. I was on death row for my black widow ways. I though I would survive the holidays, but my executioner wanted me to have a public death before the end of the year. I was ordered out of the cell. I was taken to a shower, stripped and cleaned. I was a dead whore walking. He escorted me to a room. I thought we were alone, but when a wall came off, I saw the audience of the families I hurt by killing their husbands, brothers and fathers. I pled for mercy but received none. My executioner told me it was time to die. I was to die by orgasm. I thought he was joking. The hatred in his eyes assured me this was no joke. He delivered many whacks with a paddle to my bare ass and back. I was crying from the pain and pleading for mercy that was never granted.  He injected me with Nanonites. He said they were microscopic robots that were programmed to kill me when I had an orgasm. I was doing my best not to cum obviously, but that is hard for a pain slut like me. I was getting wet from the whipping. I felt like a slave being whipped and publicly humiliated. After what seemed like an eternity of pain, he laughed that I was wet. I tried to deny it, but my pussy betrayed my words. Eventually, the time came for me to be fucked to death. I was strapped down and spread eagle. An evil looking sex machine was hooked up between my whore legs. I was only addressed as whore. Those in the audience were cheering for my death. I tried to think of anything, so I would not have an orgasm, but I couldn’t hold out any longer. As I came, I felt my heart constricting.  It was an intense pain, then darkness. I guess in the end, I got what I deserved. A death befitting of a killer whore.

12 Days of Castration Phone Sex Continues

castration phone sexCastration phone sex? Chop off your balls, Paul. Cut off your dick, Mick. I love making rhymes for losers who need their junk removed. It is the 12 Days of Castration Christmas. A few days left, and I have been super busy. For every loser I castrate for free, I castrate several for pay. Last night, this rich prick Brock got his balls removed. He was one not by choice. His wife paid me my largest some yet to mutilate her husband’s cheating genitals. Castrate your cock, Brock. He is a boy’s club sort of man. Comes from money, makes money and puts his dick in every stripper and Hooters’ girl across the US. Not to mention, he spends more money on sluts than his wife and son. She wants to stay married to him but wants to make him unable to fuck. Brock is my favorite kind of man to mutilate down below. Self intitled and lacking a desire to be castrated. Wifey asked for a dirty castration too. A healthy bacterial infection between the legs makes a man appreciate what he has more. Wifey let me in the house on a night he was home. She drugged him as instructed. When I arrived, he was not happy. I don’t look like the kind of woman he associates with. I spelled out his dirty deeds. I told him his punishment. He made me a counter offer to mutilate his wife. He pissed me off from the get-go, so his wife stripped him naked and I used his belt to separate his cock from his balls. Normally, I’d use a castration band to dull the pain and stop the blood flow, but I wanted this prick to feel the pain. Loser passed out on me. Saw his blood spurting out while I sliced his nuts off and passed out. When I carved “cheater” on the side on his dick, he woke back up. I used a dirty blade. I didn’t cauterize the wound. If he survived, he would be dependent on his wife to pee. Well, maybe he’ll think before he cheats again.