Category: Domination phone sex

Castration phone sex mind fucks you until they are gone

Castration phone sex Castration phone sex calls to you because you are haunted by those disgusting things between your legs. It’s time to say goodbye to your sack. This is a one-time deal, so we’ll take our time. I want you to show me how badly you want it.
Do you remember the first time you realized you didn’t want them? The first time you felt so dirty for having them? You must have lived in shame for a long time.  I can’t wait to get them in my hands. I’ll dig my black nails deep into your ball skin. I want to see you quiver in pain. This is such a special moment, I don’t want to waste a second. Every moment, you will be reminded how pathetic you are and how much you deserve to suffer.
I am the one who holds the power to drive you so mad that you do it yourself. Oh, the joy I will get when I have you puddy in my hands. I will slash at you. I’ll give you thousands of little cuts all over your body. Don’t forget you are my Torture sex slave, and I get to do whatever I want before you get what you want.
See, I want to work up an appetite. And for me, there is no better way to do that than to play with my knife. When you are all cut up, soaked in your own blood, my blade will meet your filthy ball sack. I’ll slice and dice, removing one ball at a time. The left one I will fry with some better, and the right, maybe we’ll eat that one sushi style.

Cannibalism Phone Sex Provides an Amazing Thanksgiving Meal

cannibalism phone sexCannibalism phone sex dinners we should savor. Last week I kidnapped a drunk coed I intended to kill because I found her obnoxious. But I had a change of heart. Oh, I still killed her. Just not that night. She became my Thanksgiving meal. And she will feed me through the winter months.

Girl meat tastes succulent. Very rich like duck meat or venison. But you must prepare it correctly. And a lot of time goes into the preparation. You can cook a girl a few ways. But I prefer slow roasting over an open flame. I live remotely, but I do have neighbors within a mile on every side. And girl meat as you cook creates a pungent smell. And it can carry. So, I do my best to mask that smell with pineapple and a buttery herb sauce. But burning hair smells the strongest. So, before I cook a girl, I shave her head.

Now some people who enjoy a fine dining experience like me kill their meal before they cook it. Not me. Sure, it feels like torture sex to burn over an open flame, but it makes the meat taste better and I don’t necessarily care that some drunk bitch suffers for a couple minutes. It took me a week to soften her skin with butter baths. Some people might remove the organ meat before cooking, but I like to cook it inside the body. Most of the organ meat survives the 22 hour slow roasting procedure. And it tastes just as succulent as the flesh.

Girl Meat When Prepared Properly Tastes Succulent

Once my meat is properly cooked, I eat it. But obviously I’m one person and my meat could feed an army. So, I carve up that meat after my meal. And that’s rather laborious. It takes all day. Sometimes even longer than it takes to prepare the meat, but I’m patient.

I have roughly 200 different containers to put her remaining flesh in and a few specifically for organ meat. And a big freezer in the garage to store it. I save some of the bones with meat and cartilage still on it for my dogs. And I feed the rest to the wildlife outback. Why should I be the only one who enjoys a good Thanksgiving meal.

I will admit, I outdid myself this year, and I made the smart decision keeping this girl as my Thanksgiving meal. She turned out perfectly. Flesh literally dripping off the bones as I sunk my teeth into a piece of white meat. My dogs loved the smell apparently. They gathered around me, so I shared some with them. And since I cooked the girl meat outside, I had quite the gathering of wildlife waiting for the scraps too.

It’s a sadistic phone sex bitch Thanksgiving. And I have plenty of girl meat left over. Some of it still feels warm. Would you like to break bread with me on this very special day with this very special meal?

Rena Gets Wet For Strangulation Phone Sex

strangulation phone sexA hot strangulation phone sex call that went like this…

 

One night, I was out at a party when I met this guy named Alex. He was hot as hell and had these piercing blue eyes that just drew me in. We started talking and he mentioned that he was into some pretty kinky stuff, like strangulation during sex. At first, I was a bit hesitant but something about him made me want to explore my darker desires with him.

As the night went on, we ended up leaving the party together and heading back to his place. The moment we stepped inside, Alex pinned me against the wall and started kissing me passionately while slipping his hands under my skirt and onto my wet pussy. It felt so good being touched by him like this; it made all of my nerves tingle with anticipation for what was yet to come.

He then led me over to his bed where he proceeded to tie my wrists securely above my head using some silk scarves from his dresser drawer – an act which only served to heighten both our excitement levels even more! Once bound tightly enough for both our comforts (and discomfort), Alex climbed onto the bed between my spread legs…

Without any further warning or preamble, he pressed himself deep inside of me – hard enough that it almost hurt but oh-so-good at the same time! As soon as he began thrusting in earnest though – grunting loudly each time he pushed deeper into me – something strange happened: instead of feeling scared or threatened by this rough treatment from someone who didn’t know any better than myself how far things could go tonight…my body responded in kind by becoming even wetter than before! It was as if my body knew exactly what it wanted – needed even – and was eagerly begging for more of Alex’s rough treatment.

As he continued to thrust into me, his hips slapping against mine in a rhythmic pattern that echoed through the room, I could feel myself getting closer and closer to orgasm. The pressure building up inside me was intense but exhilarating at the same time; every time Alex would tighten his grip around my throat during one of his powerful thrusts, it only served to heighten both our senses and push us further towards the edge together.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies: Whose Bird Do You Want to Stuff?

rape phone sex fantasiesWith Thanksgiving tomorrow, families gather and men seem to be having a lot more rape phone sex fantasies than normal. I think that’s because being in close quarters with your family brings up old fantasies that a man harbored in his youth for say mommy or his sister. Or maybe a current fantasy he holds for a daughter or a niece. But guess what. I’m here for all those dark fantasies men have for their family during the holidays. And I like to take men down the rabbit hole exploring those fantasies.

Wouldn’t you rather stuff one of the women in your family than a turkey? Just a little Thanksgiving humor. I know I always need a good stuffing. And as a sexy switch, I can be your accomplice, or I can pretend to be the object of your lust. Last night I got to play a young teen girl seeing my daddy for the holidays since our parents divorced when I was itty-bitty. Daddy wanted to stuff my turkey instead of the bird. He wanted to make a teen rape porn with his baby girl.

Although sometimes when I age play, I become haunted by what my daddy and his friends did to me when I was a young girl. But not this time. I really got into my phone daddy fucking my tiny little pussy and my tiny little asshole.

Thanksgiving Brings Out Mens’ Darkest Fantasies

I think I finally embraced what happened to me in my youth. If none of that had happened, I wouldn’t be here entertaining men on a snuff line. I wouldn’t be helping men with their darkest desires and loving it either. So, I don’t think I will ever feel pain remembering what my daddy and his friends did to me when I was a young girl. Now it makes my pussy wet to think about it. And to think about all the other daddies who want to do very naughty things with their daughters.

And I love all the wicked fantasies men have including the extremely perverted and twisted ones involving super young girls. Being a sexy switch means I can be your accomplice or your victim. Or I like to call it the star of your dark fantasy. I had a hot time with his daddy. He turned me into his ass rape porn star and gave me the stuffing I really needed for Thanksgiving. And since I have no family, just a big, beautiful group of friends I plan on working the holidays to take care of horny men with twisted fantasies, just like you.

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Goth Teen Phone Sex Whore needs to be tied up & fucked!

Goth Teen Phone Sex

 

Goth teen phone sex whore isn’t just my job, it’s the perfect excuse to drag pathetic little men like you into my dungeon and make you fuck me.

“You caught me just in time. I’ve been such a bad little goth teen slut today, thinking about you tying me up and making me beg.”

I’m only your whore, you know that. I’ll spread my legs wide and finger my tight pussy while you listen and watch, but only if you promise to punish me later for being so fucking desperate. 

Maybe you should put my hands behind my back with the fuzzy handcuffs so you can fuck me without anything in the way. 

Imagine me on my knees in front of you, collar around my neck, and the leash in your hands. I’d suck your cock so deep, gagging until tears smear my eyeliner down my cheeks.

Tell your goth teen whore how you’ll bind my ankles, spread me open, and fuck my ass raw while I scream into the pillow, Daddy.

Thanksgiving torture time courtesy of uncle Creech

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It’s that time of the year where my freaky incestual family gets together to eat some meat and potatoes, with our own sick gravy on top. My perverted old uncle fuck loves to come cook and get drunk, feel up my skirt or even bang me in the closet if he’s feeling extra frisky.

It always starts at the dinner table, he’ll run his hands up my skirt and squeeze my loosey goosey moist pussy lips, pull and shove his finger far up my soiled cave, always pushing my little panties to the side like a true raunchy nasty creech. He’s the man that broke me in at such a young age, got me addicted to rage and anger so much that I crave it. It’s now tradition he rips and shreds my insides out every time we see each other.

He still laughs and snickers while he drunkenly finger bangs me under the table in front of the whole family. I spread my legs, wetting the seat, bloody cum drops dripping to the floor I can tell he wanted much much more.

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It didn’t take long for uncle to grab me by the neck, pull my hair and drag me into the bathroom and lock me in. Throwing me onto the counter, throwing up my skirt and shoving his massive machine into my tiny tootsie, torturing me, making me scream cry and whimper for help. The whole family wanted to watch him take all his rage and rape fantasies out on me like he’s always done, turning dinner into a sick incestual fuck show.

With drinks in their hands everyone encouraged him, cheered and laughed as usual as I was being ripped apart. My knees up to my chin with my head back. Spitting in my mouth and calling me “a fucking whore” uncle unleashed his anaconda beast inside me. Drunk cock banged, he slapped me raw and red till I was bleeding out of every hole. It was just like old times when he’d sneak into my bedroom at night or while I was taking a show and rob me of my virgin years turning me into a submissive slave. Cum humiliate me….

Domination Phone Sex is Torture for a Red-Headed MILF

domination phone sexSome women require domination phone sex more than others. And I guess I’m one of those women. At least that’s what these men always tell me. Since Thanksgiving occurs this week, I am forced to see my in-laws. And that means I needed more cocaine.

Since I trade my pussy and ass and even my hands and mouth for coke, I knew I would need to visit a few drug dealers. My holes no longer appear top notch. I am a used up a little soccer mom from the suburbs who can’t command top dollar. So, I can’t just fuck for money. Men put me through hell, but I let them just for a fix. I prefer to go through life high as a kite.

Recently, one of my drug dealers cut me off, forcing me to look for a new source. And I found these two Russian low life mobster type men. I didn’t ask too many questions so I’m not sure what they do outside of the drug world. If I had to guess I would say sex trafficking primarily. But I know nobody wants a used-up mommy whore. I figured they might want to make a gangbang rape porn with me. Live stream and profit off it like my stepson does. But these guys wanted to break me.

I Did Not Have a Beast Cock on My Bingo Card

They didn’t fuck me. And hindsight, I would’ve preferred that they did. What they did to me involved torturous mind games. Like the kind of torture the military or the CIA on its enemies to get the truth. That psychological torture combined with whipping the flesh off my body broke a bitch who thought she was already broken. But they did that so I would do whatever the fuck they wanted. When I saw Seabiscuit, I got perplexed. What the fuck did they want me to do next.

Even broken, afraid and battered, I knew I did not want to take a ride on a pony. What the fuck was wrong with these people. What the fuck was wrong with me. Oh yeah, that monkey on my back made me literally suck a monster cock. The biggest cock ever. And these two low life Russian mobsters filmed it. This thing felt big and slimy. And the smell made me gag. I felt sorry for this beast. I’m sure he didn’t want to be here anymore than I did.

Once that thing blew a load down my throat and on my face, they forced me to lick up all the chunks of pungent cum. Nasty as fuck. These Russian dudes don’t mess around. At least it didn’t turn into a snuff film when that four-legged creature impaled my pussy. They bent me over a bale of hay.  And made it all work. Clearly, they’ve made these sorts of sick films before and hopefully this was my last time going for them for anything. Now I really have sore holes. Probably more gaped than ever before. But we can thank Mr. Ed for the anal torture sex.

Blasphemy sex brings the power to your balls to make an army

Blasphemy sex Blasphemy sex is more than just bringing power to ourselves. It’s about building up the power for Satan to come to this world. We need to bring about the apocalypse, and we need an army. Master, your balls are so full, and I know you will breed me for Satan’s army!
First, I will bring forth our little sacrifice. A young virgin with a tight pussy that will bleed on your cock for our Dark Lord! Master, when your cock enters her bald cunt I will piss down her throat and hail Satan. Each time you pump into her cunt, do it harder and harder. Bring so much suffering upon this little cunt, and then I will slit her throat.
Hold in that cum, my king, and fuck me on top of our Snuff sex slave as she bleeds out. This will ensure a good start to the Satanic army we want to build! Just imagine, all of your cum totally drained, and the power of your cock fuels bringing Hell on Earth.

Bloody Phone Sex is What Thanksgiving is All About

bloody phone sexI become excited for bloody phone sex near holidays. Thankful that the world is full of bitches and assholes who I can massacre. You would think people might be nicer to each other around the holidays, but I find it to be the opposite. The asshole in people comes out. And personally, I just wait for folks to show their true colors. Watching and waiting patiently for my turn to seize the opportunity to kill someone.

Instead of hunting for intruders in my local Goth bars, I branch out. No one hassles me in a Goth bar. However, their true colors show when they see a Goth girl in a yuppie bar or a college bar. And I like to think that it helps me thin the herd. So, I went to this dance club. Because I knew every douche bag in town would be there. Let me tell you the douche bag quota appeared high. But so did the bitch quota. I can enjoy snuff sex with a bitch too. Just not a Goth bitch.

Honestly, I’m surprised men don’t kill more bitches. Perhaps they do not know the right accomplice yet. That would be me. Because I know how to get away with murder. I can have my cake and eat it too. Did I mention I like to play with my food. I picked up this bitch at the bar waiting until she looked drunk enough so I could act like her Uber. Dumb cunt: you cannot trust a woman like me. I saw this woman in the crowded bar, milking men, teasing them and even humiliating the ones who would not buy her a drink.

Sometimes, I Plan to Kill a Bitch But I Cook Her Instead

Bitches like that give women a bad name. So, I took her to my dungeon. I had immediate plans to just eviscerate the bitch. Make it a bloody massacre and prolong her torture. But I decided to save her for my Thanksgiving meal. She appears to have just enough skin on her. And a little extra meat on those bones makes a meal taste more succulent. I’ve been soaking her in butter to soften her skin. Dosing her with Xanax to get the fight out of her. She’s a noisy bitch.

But I’m going to enjoy a cannibalism phone sex Thanksgiving feast. I’m going to feast on bitch meat. Either way she still will die. But at least now her death won’t be in vain. She’ll know she fed me for the winter months. She’s not fat, but she’s pleasantly plump. She will provide me with I guess about 50 meals.

Once I soften that skin, I’m plan to slow roast her over an open flame. I will have to start cooking her Wednesday though. If you cook a bitch too fast, it dries her skin out. And I like my meals tasting juicy. Succulent. With the flesh just falling off the bones. Her story is not finished yet. I’ll let you know more once I cook the bitch. Perhaps you want to join me on Thanksgiving meal.

Castration and Domination Are A Girls Best Friend

 

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Last night I had a nasty domination phone sex call with a real slut that wanted the ultimate C&B torture! I took him to a catholic church one of the old abandoned ones in the city and laid him down oved a pentagram i carved in the wood floor. I tied up his cock and balls until they were red and purple and bulging. I stuck smalll sewing needles in his swollen ball sack and made small drops of blood fall down the swollen sack. He whimpered but didn’t budge the man slut knew his place. I shoved a large sounding rod in his pisshole and laughed when he screamed out and begged me to stop.

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I reminded him that he asked for this and his sacrifice would taint this sacred ground. I pulled out a long sharp scalpel the blade was ever so slightly curves and i knew his blood would look amazing on the cold steal metal of the blade. I began cutting away at his cock one piece at a time.  Sticky warm blood covered my hand and when I was finished there was just skin and blood. I licked the blood from my hands and blade and fed him his manhood and laughed at him knowing he was just another useless slut now.