Category: Domination phone sex

Cannibalism Phone Sex: Some Men are Better Dead

cannibalism phone sexCannibalism phone sex is for men with certain tastes. Not all men with such fantasies are Hannibal Lector, however. I have quite a few men who fantasize about being devoured by a hot bitch with peculiar tastes. I have a different palette than most people. I like a good pig roast but without the pig. I don’t eat swine. I do eat man flesh, however. Cooked just right, it is a very satisfying meal. Low calorie too. William paid me to kill him. We had a contract so that nothing would come back on me. The law says that someone cannot pay for their murder. So, he technically took his own life with pills. I just drank wine and watched. And waited while the oven preheated. No one would find his body unless they inspected my shit. I love eating men that have just died. They taste better fresh. I broiled William in a big pot over an open flame. I buttered him, so his skin would cook evenly and a pretty golden brown. I added veggies from my garden and turned him into man stew. It tastes great and it is healthy. Not to mention it last for a long time. William did more good to me dead than alive. He fed me for a month. He was very self aware. He knew he could do more for me dead than alive. Are you that self aware? I am hungry again.

I suffocated that little bitch

Suffocation phone sexWhile babysitting this rotten little bitch, she wouldn’t shut the fuck up. Her crying was pissing me off so much, I couldn’t take the sound of her screaming any longer, it was like nails on a chalkboard! I grabbed a plastic bag from the kitchen and wrapped it around the youngster’s head so that she was suffocating with every gasping breath that she attempted to take. I loved watching her struggle for oxygen and slowly slip into her demise. Her neck was so tiny, it was begging for me to wrap my hands around it and strangle that last heartbeat out of her! Trust me, no one is going to miss this annoying ass rugrat, I did society a service by killing her off and burning her body so that she was nothing but a pile of bones and ash. I spit a big wad of saliva on to the pile of her remains and said to ‘rot in hell you disgusting piece of shit!’

Blasphemy Sex with Blair

blasphemy sexHe wanted blasphemy sex. He wanted me to hail Satan and curse God as we fucked. I may not be the most religious woman around. I worship at the house of cocaine, but it made me queasy to say what he wanted. If I didn’t deliver him a blasphemous hot time, he would have killed me. He made that very clear. My life depended on me telling him how much I love Satan. He gave me a cross and told me to fuck my whore pussy with it. Again, the thought of doing that made me uncomfortable, but not as uncomfortable as being dead. That would be something I couldn’t bounce back from. I spread my whore legs and I fucked my cunt like Linda Blair did in The Exorcist. I was bleeding from my pussy. I licked off my own pussy blood as I renounced God and begged for Satan to put a love brat inside my belly. I talked about wanting to have Satan’s spawn. My captor was aroused. His cock was hard listening to my blasphemous mouth. I would be spared snuff sex if I kept it up. I thought of all the horror movies I have seen in my life. I thought of all the peril I have been in and no higher power came to my aid, like now. This guy snatched me off the street. He was high as fuck and wanted to party. I thought he had coke, so I went begrudgingly. He chained me up to a beam in an abandoned warehouse. He yelled and screamed at me for hours. Made me hail Satan and sing blasphemous songs.  I never got any coke either. I got shot up with heroin.  I woke up in my own puke this morning with a bloody cross in my ass and a pentagram carved into my forehead. Being a slave to coke is dangerous.

Taboo Phone Sex: When a Whore Needs a Fix

taboo phone sexAs a taboo phone sex slut, no is not in my vocabulary. I struggle to tell anyone no, even strangers; especially strangers I need a fix from. I was out of options for coke. I had no money, so I did what I always do for a fast buck. I put on a short skirt and fishnet hose, teased out my hair and marched my old ass down to the corner of Main St. That is my neighborhood’s red light district. Among a sea of teen runaways, this old whore stands out. My pussy and ass are used up, so I can’t get the same price as a young tight cunt, but broke ass horny men purchase my old holes all the time. I don’t get the nice men or the sugar daddy types. I get the sadistic women haters; the fetish freaks and guys fucked up on drugs. Beggars can’t be choosers. This car full of young men offered me $100 for an hour. That would buy me coke, so I took it. We went into this old burned up warehouse nearby. I knew I was in trouble, but I was desperate to get high. The moment we were out of sight from the other whores, they started pulling my clothes off. They slapped me, even kicked and punched me. I was thinking they were not going to fuck me because they seemed to be enjoying abusing me. One of the guys said that I looked like I had a diseased cunt. Their solution was to fist me instead and fuck me with their beer bottles. I would have preferred being an ass rape porn star with cock over fists and bottles any day. Luckily, I can handle rough anal treatment, but my asshole still prolapsed. I still bled. I still fought back the tears. Once they had their fill of thrills, they spit on me and came on my face. One dude tossed me a $100 and told me to enjoy my dirty fix. A girl has to do what a girl has to do to get high.

Oh, I’m No Therapist

ass rape pornYou though I was some type of therapist?  I can smell a P daddy like you from a mile away.  I will recruit your sorry ass just like I did to all the rest of ’em.  Forcing you to watch ass rape porn with all these bald little cunnies in them.  Trying to turn away, I slap you in the face, hard.  You think I don’t see that bulge forming in the front of your pants?  You just don’t want to admit that young tight bald cunnies are what you really desire.  You try not looking at your daughter, but she keeps prancing around  the house in those pretty little panties and tank tops.  Not even close to beginning to develop yet, she has no idea of the perv thoughts that go through your head.  Don’t fight them any more.  I’ll turn you into the P daddy you really are deep inside.  Or else.

Sex with dead bodies addiction

sex with dead bodiesI have a little nasty addiction. I like to drug sluts and watch them gasp for air. It gets me dripping wet in my panties. Lately, I can’t seem to get off at all unless I am watching someone have sex with dead bodies. I don’t know where the hell I picked this habit up, but once I see you torture a stupid pathetic slut and live out your rape fantasies with her lifeless body, I am ready to pounce on your cock and let you plow me because of that’s the shit that I like. I like to see her body stiff and cold the more bruises, the better. I love being an evil bitch. It takes a wicked person to be my accomplice in these little escapades. I don’t crave regular boring sex. I like to go on full missions and make someone the victim of the night. After I find a slut, I will have you do whatever you want to her, and I will then finish it off. I don’t mind getting my hands dirty. I’m down for anything and everything.

Taboo Phone Sex Truth or Dare

taboo phone sexI love taboo phone sex.  I am the woman who does things other woman have too much respect to do. I was playing a game of truth or dare with my step son and some of his friends last night. I lost a bet, so I had to play. I knew it would turn ugly. It always does with him. He has nothing but hate for his submissive whore mommy. His friends do too. The game started out with humiliating dares like drink piss and lick dirty asses. Then it graduated to pain slut dares like a safety pin to my clit and a cigarette burn to my nipple. I was getting high with them, which makes me fearless and them crueler.  By the last round, I was hanging from the rafter of the basement getting fucked with various items they could find around the house. They found things in every part of the house. From the bathroom came my curling iron. From the kitchen came my rolling pin. From my boys’ room came their little league bats. From my bedroom came the wine bottle. None of those things held a candle to my step son’s tool box. He fucked me with a hammer first. When that didn’t cause the pain he wanted, he broke out his cattle prod. He shoved it up my cunt, turned on the voltage and watched me convulse until I pissed and shit myself. The pain was excruciating to me. It hurt too much to cum. I am a pain slut, but that pain was too much. My step son and his friends got off on my pain. They jacked off on my convulsing body as I twitched and pissed myself. This was the torture sex version of truth or dare. I can barely walk today. They said they were coming back for more games tonight.

Bondage Phone Sex Gone Deadly

bondage phone sexIt started off as bondage phone sex. I met him on Tinder and we just had phone sex for weeks. He said he was married. I have phone sex for a living, so having phone sex with him was not a problem. Last night his wife decided to go on an overnight with her sister, so he invited me over. I knew it was risky. His wife could come home anytime unexpectedly. Or, he could be the modern day Ted Bundy. I like risk, however. It is what makes me a great kinky fetish slut. He had a room for bondage. His bed was even designed for a slave complete with sleeping quarters in a cage underneath. This man was a serious lifestyle master. My cunt got wet thinking of how risky this was for me. Until now, we had never met. Anything he told me, was likely a lie because I saw no family pictures anywhere when I entered his place. Plus, if his wife was a lifestyle sub, why did he need her to be gone to bring me over. Despite the glaring red flags, I walked into the trap willingly. Once I was tied to his kinky bed, it was obvious snuff porn was on his mind with me as the star. He whipped my back so hard, I bled. He carved whore across my boobs with a pocket knife. He burned my body with a fat stogie. He pissed into my burn wounds and the cuts on my flesh. He sodomized my ass for hours. First with his cock, then with his fist.  My ass prolapsed. I knew I should scream for help or beg for mercy but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to. Honestly, I was enjoying the pain and torture.  What the fuck is wrong with me? Nothing. I am just a submissive taboo phone sex slut who loves to be abused.

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The Biter 2

Sadistic phone sexMy boyfriend was being unusually nice to me and it was making me nervous. He said he wanted to go for a drive and butterflies started going crazy in my stomach. Halfway into the long drive, I recognized the route, he was taking me to The Biter. Panic took over my brain and I tried to jump out of the moving car, but he pulled me back in by my hair. I begged for him to turn the car around but he kept driving forward. He had to drag me into the old man’s house by my hair. I started screaming but we were so deep in the boondocks no one could hear me. My boyfriend even helped The Biter chain me to the wall before he left with an envelope full of money. The Biter didn’t waste any time before he tore my clothes off and bit my nipples. The pain was unbearable and my screams turned him on. He bit my flesh over and over again until my body was covered in bloody bite marks. I passed out when he bit my clit and come up with a mouth full of blood which he then spit into my face. No one would ever believe this man who looked like a gentle grandfather was a sadistic animal.

Castration Phone Sex Therapy

castration phone sexCastration phone sex keeps me busy. I am amazed at how many men want their junk removed-on and off the phone. Daily, I chop off some loser’s nuts on the phone. I used to have a profile on the dark net. I would take testicles and specialize in CBT encounters for pay.  I took it down last year because I was getting too many crazy men who took pleasure in giving me the runaround or would puss out when I pulled out my knife.  I still have some old CBT clients. Tim has been coming to me weekly for years for CBT play. I go rough on his cock and balls too. I use whips and paddles, along with my leather boots. I have busted a nut before kicking the shit out of his worthless balls. He texted me for a session this week. He wanted something different. This time, he wanted me to castrate him. Took him 5 years to realize he doesn’t deserve sexual pleasure. His wife cuckolds him too. He is just a sad sack born with a tiny dick. I have been waiting for the day that he would ask this question. He came over Wednesday night. He was sober when he arrived, but he didn’t stay that way for long. For castration to work best, the subject should be altered. I don’t have medical supplies and painkillers. I do have Jack Daniels. He did 5 shots quickly, then I strapped him down in my execution chair I converted for castration therapy. Taking a man’s balls is therapeutic for everyone. I blindfolded him because he is a big old pussy. I stretched his cock out on the castration bar, pulled his tiny balls thru the hole and snip snip. Just like that, they were gone. I cauterized the wound, so he wouldn’t bleed out. He wanted to keep his balls like a young boy wants to keep his tonsils. I put them in a jar of formaldehyde as a parting gift. He limped home with his balls a gift to his wife. I don’t ask questions. I chop balls, take the money and send them home. Who is next?