Category: Domination phone sex

🤤Strangled and Spoiled: A Brutal Pleasure🤤

Strangulation phone sexListen up, you naughty subs, I’m here to confess a dark and twisted fantasy that came to life. It was all about domination, the thrill of power, and the sweet screams of submission. Me and my partner, we took two bratty slaves and showed them who’s boss.

We blindfolded them, tied them up tight, and let their imaginations run wild. “You’re ours to play with, little bitches,” I purred, my voice dripping with authority. Their breathing quickened, a mixture of fear and arousal. The game began with a sharp blade teasing their skin, tracing down their necks, leaving a trail of tingling anticipation.

I grabbed a handful of hair, pulling their heads back, exposing delicate throats. “Beg for it,” I demanded, my breath hot against their ears. As they pleaded, I brought the knife close, feeling their trembling. A quick slice, just enough to draw blood, and their cries filled the room, a beautiful melody of pain.

But the fun was just beginning. We took turns, hands around their delicate necks, squeezing, watching their faces flush. “Who’s in control now, huh?” I taunted, my grip tightening. They struggled, squirmed, and begged for release, only to be met with a firmer grasp.

The climax of our domination came in a rush. As they lay helpless, we took our pleasure, covering their bodies with cum and sweat, marking our territory. “This is what you wanted, right?” I asked, my voice dripping with satisfaction. Their satisfied moans confirmed it—they were ours, body and soul.

This phone sex confession is a journey into the dark, where pleasure and pain intertwine. You masochists out there, dare to take the plunge? Call me, and let’s create a world of brutal ecstasy, where screams of surrender are music to our ears. 😈💣🖤

He Thinks I Have the Perfect Ass for Ass Rape Porn

ass rape pornMy ass is perfect for ass rape porn. At least that’s what men tell me often. I think it has nothing to do with my ass. But more to do with my vulnerability. As a coke whore, men know they can make me do anything for a fix. My reputation as a desperate whore seems solid. Anytime I meet a new man, he knows me from my hardcore anal videos and photos. Men have documented my transformation from a soccer mom to a full-fledged anal coke whore.

Seems like every week, my ass takes more of a beating. Some days, I wonder if my colon will burst or fall out of my body. Yes, my ass takes that much of a beating. Most days, I never realize it is even happening because the coke dulls the pain. And I deal with the aftermath the next day when I feel the full brunt of the violence men like you subjected me too.

Olivier is not a nice man. But I need him. He is sort of my last resort. When I have exhausted all other options, I go to this notorious snuff porn maker for coke. And I get that coke, but my ass pays the ultimate price. Truly it pays. On Monday, I ran out of my generous coke supply that my regular dealer gave me. Holiday weekends, I blow through the blow. And Olivier gave me a nice big bag of coke on Monday to get through rest of the month. But my ass paid the price.

My Ass Pays the Price for My Coke Addiction

Oliver is a big man. He gets entertained easily. I watched him dip his fist in Vaseline. And I knew I would soon be his anal puppet. He shoved his fist so far up my ass that I felt like a puppet. He swung me around the room like a kite. But sadly, I was not high as a kite. So, I felt it all. When he removed his hand, my ass came out with it. But he just laughed and joked that he could swing me around by my prolapsed asshole.

And he did. I felt like his ass lasso. But eventually, he grew tired of me. And he let me go home to get high. Although I feel numb from the coke, my ass feels everything. No matter how high I get, this taboo phone sex anal whore still feels the brunt of Oliver’s abuse. My ass might be out of commission for a while.

Sex with dead bodies make Master stiffer than them

Sex with dead bodies Master tells me I’m a good girl when I make it so he can have Sex with dead bodies. I always find creative ways to make those cunts stiff for him. The more gore, the better for Master. His cock gets so hard when I stab them over and over again. When they are still warm, he loves to stick his cock in the fresh stab wounds before they expire.
Master is a genius. He knows how to maximize His pleasure with me and His snuff victims. The bitch will barely be alive while I am deepthroating his cock, and he is fisting the bitch. He says he wants them to experience as much pain as possible before they die because it makes Satan happy.
He loves the moment of death when all the life leaves her body, and she goes slack and cold. He’ll fuck her for hours after that, using her like a sex doll. And He’ll make me clean up the mess on his cock. Flesh and blood are caked on there because of how hard he fucks the dead little slut. It’s all for Satan, of course. The Snuff sex rituals are our offerings to the one and only. Hail Satan!

Bloody Phone Sex Throws Suspicion Off You

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex is the only way to kill. If I am going to kill and torture someone, I want to leave a huge mess behind. Although, I do love creating a bloody mess, I partake in overkill because it throws the police off my trail. Overkill suggests a personal kill. Anger and rage, plus impulsiveness suggest that the victim knew their killer.

But I rarely know my victims. Perhaps, I encountered my victim somewhere, but I have no ties to my victims other than that random or chance encounter. So, if I make the crime look personal, I do not show up on anyone’s radar. I have been a murderous snuff porn bitch since I was a teen girl. Now, that first kill had all the earmarks of a personal kill because it was personal. I killed my bully.

She tormented me for years. And that first kill showed rage, anger and impulsiveness. I snapped. Lucky for me, my grandpa covered up that kill. He hid her body for me. To this day that bitch is still a missing girl. Many think she ran away. But I know better. And I owe that dead bitch. If she had never bullied me, I never would have killed her. And if I had never killed her, I never would have known about my grandpa. He honed my skills and taught me how to be a killing machine who flies under the radar.

You Can Kill and Get Away with It Too

And grandpa was my hero. He taught me to find a surrogate for my rage. He taught me about overkill throwing suspicion off me, so the police do not think the kill was just a random act of violence. And he taught me to use knifes, make it bloody and find a surrogate if I want to kill some bitch or some tool who wronged me. So, I have taken his advice since my teens. No cop has ever looked at me twice.

And I am a killing machine today. This killer phone sex bitch can turn you into a killing machine too. Teaching you everything you need to know to stay undetected like me. You can kill daily and never get caught. But you need my help.

Accomplice Phone Sex Partners Take the Risks for You

accomplice phone sexAccomplice phone sex partners are what men like you need. And I bet you agree. Since I am a no limits kind of woman, I make the perfect partner in crime. So, that combined with the fact that I am a woman means I can find you any woman you want. And any girl or boy too. John wanted a young blonde schoolgirl. With the amount of money that he paid me, I would do anything he wanted.  And I did.

First, I lured a little girl away from school. The object of his lust looked so adorable too. His own niece. So, he provided me with everything I needed to know to lure her to him. But I told him to stay home because if things went south, he would not be caught on any school cameras or street cams. I wore a black wig with big sunglasses covering enough of my face to make me unrecognizable.

The girl had no stranger danger for me. And none for her uncle. She should have been scared. She got wise when she realized Uncle John wanted to make a teen rape porn with her as the star. But I understood his attraction to her. Cute girl next door type. A banging little body too. According to my accomplice, she cock teases him. She is old enough to be reliable if questioned about who abused her.

An Accomplice Does The Hard Shit While You Have the Fun

But she did not survive the night. Uncle John destroyed her little cunt and ass with his huge cock. Split her in two leaving a big gaping hole between her ass and pussy. Although he did not intend to kill her. He had no choice. She saw him and he ruined her fuck holes. She needed medical attention. So, as his accomplice, I told him we had no choice but to bury her body where it could not be found. I made the decision that she needed to be a snuff sex porn star. And I slit her throat and buried her. Cleaned up the mess for him.

It might take a while for him to heal from this. But when I am your accomplice, you pay me to make tough decisions. It is how I keep you off the radar. Killing a surrogate is the best. But, when you cannot do the hard shit, your accomplice will.  

Accomplice hot oil torture with Mr. muff diver

Accomplice phone sex

My master loves to cum up with new ideas of how to torture his prey. He’s one sick fuck and doesn’t care if he ends us or not. Always leather bound and beaten, rape fantasies taken out on me daily, ripped up insides, he needs more whores now, uses me as his sexual slave accomplice

Being watched but catching another bitch, too easy for me. These new sluts, so scared, so timid. Master has us both and brings out a bowl, steaming hot, melting the floor. He covers us both, mutilation madness, dripping down our tits we both scream, whimper. This comes with a nice whipping, slapping, then dildos shoved up our tight little fannies. Pussy machines turned on ten, hot oiled again and again.

Running down our bodies into our leaky, clammy, hot, musty cunts. Legs spread so far out, abused and burned, our seeping, watering spooge filled little fudge packs. Master loves to run his tongue, twat twist munch, slurps us in and swallows. Sick fuck smiles from our sour taste, fingering and digging for more, his evil sizzling fantasy. Mr. master muff diver, bricked up cucked cock, did it again.

Domination Phone Sex Turns a Woman into Your Slave Not Your Accomplice

domination phone sexWomen like me crave domination phone sex. I am submissive. Guys like me to be in the driver’s seat sometimes, or the accomplice, but I am better at being the whore. Just a druggy stupid whore who trades her fuck holes and dignity for coke or money to get coke. Recently, I met Jeff at a dive bar. He hired me to be his accomplice in exchange for coke money. But he wanted my help doing something only a woman could help with. And that involved kidnaping a young schoolgirl.

I have sons, not daughters. So, I did not feel bad about what he wanted me to do for him. Its just not my personality to be mean to others. But when he threatened to not give me any coke, I knew I had to go through with what he wanted me to do. Sorry, but coke is more important to me than some young girl.

I am Best as Your Fuck Puppet

Although I did feel guilty, I led her away and straight to him. And I thought my job was done. However, it had only just begun. He wanted me to eat her bald cunt and asshole. But I do not have rape phone sex fantasies for young girls I told him. And he smacked me and told me again that he did not need to give me any coke. So, I got on my knees and ate her pussy. I pinched her nipples too, making her cry. She called me a mean old lady, and I wanted to cry. Told you I am not a good female accomplice or dominant woman.

This guy got off on hurting the girl but making me uncomfortable too. But he told me to do more and more things to do to her, which I did. But I did not enjoy it. I popped her cherry with my fist. She cried and cried and cried. And I almost did too. Finally, he stopped after I fisted her ass. Well, he stopped making me do things to her like his macabre puppet. But he made me watch him destroy her holes further and film it. I felt like his taboo phone sex victim too.

But I did as he told me, got my coke and ran fast away from him. Once I got home, I did several lines and tried to forget what he made me do for that coke.

Girls Who Need Domination Phone Sex Do Not Make Great Accomplices

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.

Taboo Phone Sex Might Just Cost You Your Balls

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex is the only kind for me. No vanilla shit is offered here. Men are stupid. They see a Goth girl and think they can just fuck her. Like we are desperate for their fucking average cock. And men who think no means yes. I guess they did not get the memo that no means no.

So, when Gary hit on me at a bar last night, I knew he would get a free ball removal from me. Now, if he had understood no meant no, he would still have his testicles. But this asshole kept pressing his luck. And finally, I let him think he wore me out. Sometimes, men act so pathetic and desperate. I guess they are a slave to their dicks.

Balls are a Privilege Not a Right

Well, Gary will no longer be a slave to his balls because he no longer has them. So that means his dick will never get hard again. Without the balls, the dick hangs like a limp noodle forever. I went back to Gary’s place with him. I’m always strapped with knives, so no one ever gets away with anything with me. I convinced the loser to 69 with me. The first time I ever had a loser’s balls that close to my face, but I did not want him to see the castration phone sex coming. And he did not see it coming either.

His dick and his balls dangled in front of my face. Even though I did not want him anywhere near my cunt, I needed him to learn a lesson. So, I sucked it up. Although, I planned on using my knife to cut his balls off, I had a change of heart. I still planned on castrating him. But instead of my knife, I decided to bite his balls off. It’s messy. And painful. But fun. At least fun for me.

Men Who Do Not Take No for an Answer Lose Their Balls

My teeth tore through that thin skin at the base of his cock. He tried to get off me, but like a Pitbull, I did not let go. He could not shake me. Once my teeth managed to rip his ball sack off, I pushed him off me. He covered my face in blood. Not the first time. And it will not be the last time that someone’s blood coated my body. He laid on the other side of the bed like a rag doll. Limp and looking dead. But I did not kill him. He just went into the shock from the loss of blood and pain.

I cauterized the wound with a lighter. Then I left. Although I could have enjoyed the torture sex longer, I wanted to wash his blood off me. And the smell of his worthless sack. Luckily, I never got pulled over. A cop would know by the look of me that I committed a crime. Hopefully Gary learned a lesson, even if he learned it the hard way.

Serial killer on the loose for fresh cunt

Bloody phone sex

Serial killer on the loose for fresh blood, pure red blood, cute tight cunt, and a poppin ass. I’m his perfect match and this fucker’s been watching me all day, following me home. Sick, dark red, roped up BDSM bondage, in the park, in the back of a building, in my house, it didn’t matter where, he wanted to fuck the living shit out of my hot, teen, young fresh sizzling snatch then leave me for dead.

He found me, tied me to a pole, wrapped my legs and feet behind my back, clothes ripped off, with a cut hole in my tingly twat for his thick evil dick. With my head pulled back he took his rape fantasies out on my baby back booty, tearing and shredding my barely legal snatch lips apart, skin, dripping oozing blood covering the pole he hung me on. My head hanging low, barely hanging on, he continued to beat the shit out me and I was ready to go.

Lost, left out, naked, gashed up in public, slashed body, nipples cut open, evil fuck took his anger and shit brain fantasies out on me during the night for all to see when the sun came up.