Category: Domination phone sex

Blasphemy sex wrecks her hole and gives us power

Blasphemy sex Blasphemy sex is more than a fantastic orgasm. It floods you with power, a hot lust for blood, and the honor to do the Dark Lord’s bidding. This is not a game but a special ritual where the blood of an innocent is spilled. The intoxicating scent of fear fills the room. This little cunt I picked up off the streets knows what’s coming. I guide your dick inside her bald little lips, and you drill your dick so hard into her she soaks you with blood.
You, like a predator stalking its prey, pulled out and gave the dumb little slut a false sense of hope. “Shh… it’s ok, sweetie.” You say as you grin at me, and then, with one swift motion, you thrust yourself deep inside her asshole. I loved silencing her screams with my wet pussy. I made sure to push out the cum shot you put in earlier. Drowning her out with my cunt and your endless thrusting engorged my clit. I had to hold it until you were ready.
I could see Satan’s hand guiding your hand around her throat. You fucking her hard and harder made brought my pussy to the brink. You looked so sexy squeezing that little bitch’s neck. The more sadistic the Torture sex, the greater our reward from our Master. And then, that loud snap of her neck, we both exploded.

Bloody Seduction: A Sadistic Delight

Knife play phone sexHey there, you sick fucks, who can’t get enough of my twisted tales. You want to hear something dark, something that’ll make your cock twitch with guilty pleasure. Well, strap in, because I’m about to take you on a journey to the depths of my depraved mind.

Some of you might think I’m a monster, a cruel dominatrix who gets off on others’ pain. But bitches love attention, and I’m here to give it to them in the most sinister way possible. Take this little cutter, for instance. She plays innocent, but I know her game—she wants to be saved, only to be fucked over again. So, I lure her in, promising a different kind of release. I show her the art of self-destruction, not the pathetic wrist-slitting she’s used to. No, we’re talking about slicing those perky tits, carving up those thighs, and shaving those pussy lips. A real artist leaves her signature, right?

As the blade cuts through her tender flesh, her screams fill the room. Tears stream down her face, mixing with the blood that I lovingly smear across her body. I revel in her pain, my fingers painting her nipples with her own lifeblood. Her cries only fuel my desire, my pussy throbbing with each new cut. Some might call me a psychopath, but I know what you really think. You love my brutal honesty, the way I embrace the darkness that lives within us all. You keep coming back for more, craving the twisted scenarios I weave, the sickening pleasure of watching a bitch snuff it out.

So, buckle up, my pet, as I guide you through this macabre fantasy. You won’t find a safer space than here, where your darkest desires are free to roam and your cock can salute the freak flag I proudly wave. ????????????

Snuff Movies with My Eldest Son Hurts But Gets Me Coke

snuff moviesMy eldest son, technically my stepson, forces me to make snuff movies with him. Violent, hardcore snuff flicks that seem so real, that most times I think I might die. He’s been blackmailing me for years. My coke habit he supports but I need to really work for it, especially this new pink cocaine that’s so good and strong.

When he calls, I come. Because if I do not, he will tell his father all about the coke I do still. And he will tell his father about every sick and depraved thing I have done to get coke. My husband might stay with me if he thinks I am an addict. But if he knew about the gangbang rape porn I have made in the name of coke, he would leave me and take the boys with him.

So, I am a slave to my stepson. Always will be his slave, his cock sleeve too. Although, I hate being his beck and call whore, I have no choice. Last night, he needed his cash cow to abuse for his live stream. Nonstop abuse. First, he put a mix of oranges and apples in a pillowcase and beat me with them. It is a weird form of torture. You feel the pain. But no bruises on the body. It’s like magic torture.

My Eldest Son Enjoys Beating Mommy Beautiful for His Viewers

Because he live streamed this, the invisible bruises did not stay invisible. His fans wanted blood and bruises. So, he gave them what they wanted. My stepson enjoys inflicting torture sex. He swung a baseball bat at my rib cage. Although I heard some bones break, I did not feel them until I woke up this morning when the pink cocaine wore off.

The same bat that cracked a few ribs, prolapsed my asshole too. It is not a live stream party until he forces me to push out my asshole for some abuse and humiliation. And of course he turned my prolapse into his cock sleeve. That’s a given. I feel grateful that he did not have much time to abuse me. Who knows what would have happened if he had longer time. Small blessings, I guess.

Torture Sex Fantasies Turn Real When You Fantasize about Castration

torture sexTorture sex fantasies never remain fantasies for me. I specialize in extreme cock and ball torture. Although I do castrate losers, sometimes I just enjoy ruining their junk without removing a man’s balls. There is a thing called chemical castration. Although it refers to taking a pill to kill the sperm, I have my own form of chemical castration.

When I am in the mood to ruin a guy’s manhood, I put on spiked heels and do a little jig on his testicles. That deflates them. Ruins them for life. Sometimes, I put a castration ban around a pair of nuts. But cutting off the blood flow kills the balls. Destroying those testicles rendering them useless. And once a loser’s balls shrivel up and die, they can no long procreate or fuck. However, most days, that satisfies me enough. I love the fact that men can look down at their dead balls and remember me fondly.

Okay, perhaps they do not remember this sadistic phone sex bitch fondly. But they will always remember me. And hopefully they will have nightmares about me forever. Trevor, my latest victim, begged me to castrate him. How fucked up are you if you beg me to castrate you? I do not play games. So, no roleplays for me. If you tell me you fantasize about a sexy bitch mutilating your junk, I deliver.

I Do Not Do Fantasy Castration. Real or Nothing with Me.

Poor sap. I shocked him when I turned his fantasy into reality. Not a problem for me. And, I feel no remorse for such things. In fact, I never feel remorse. I make the world a better place for women when I neuter losers like Trevor. We had some drinks at a Goth bar. Then I took him back to his place and tortured his balls. You cannot tell me you have fantasies about castration phone sex and expect me to simulate your cock and ball torture. But I do not work that way.

I tied Trevor up and trampled his worthless nuts. I put on some Led Zepplin and danced in my spiked heels on his nuts officially busting each nut. His screams of pain only made me dance longer. Your pain is my aphrodisiac. Even though I ruined his balls in less than ten minutes, I kept on torturing his dead sack with needles and razor blades. When I left him, he had passed out in his own puke with his balls dying. Perfect date night for me.

????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.