Category: Domination phone sex

Black Widow Roulette Dominatrix!

Snuff Sex The only thing that brings me pleasure is knowing that you need me to punish you! As your lovely dominatrix it is my opinion that your cock is my fuck toy. Your body is simply a plaything for my entertainment, nothing more nothing less. I will use you how I see fit and make you beg for more; you will be so vulnerable in my hands. Looking down at your aching cock as I sit on your face makes me laugh, how hard you are simply from tasting me! I’m your black widow spider, lying in wait to take my pleasure from you. I will ride you until I squirt, maybe I’ll hold the knife to your throat while I do it, maybe it will be a gun to your head. If you cum in me you will force me to end you… maybe I’ll play Russian roulette with you while I cum on your cock…you’ll never know when the pleasure will begin or end!

Please Save Me Tonight!

Torture SexAfter daddy’s last torture session, I’ve been locked up in my room trying to find a way to escape his twisted obsession with me. The way daddy rented out my body to all those perverts makes me sick, I can still feel them inside me. I’ve always known daddy hated me but now I know just how much… No man who loved his daughter in any way would let a gang of sick men with hard cocks fuck her within an inch of her life. My gaping asshole, my swollen bruised pussy, the bruises around my throat, the marks all over my broken body… they are all signs of daddy’s growing hate for me and I’m terrified. I know that one day these little torture sessions will end with me either in the hospital or worse… maybe he will just use me until I’m dead then throw me away…I’m so scared, I have to find a way out.

Strangulation Phone Sex Fantasies Fueled My Girl Fight

strangulation phone sexMany men have strangulation phone sex fantasies. Some, even like to watch two women fight it out. I entered an underground girl fight over the weekend. I have never done that before, but the winner won two grand and that would get me a whole lot of cocaine. I am scrappy. I am in good shape for being almost 40. I thought I had a good chance of winning this girl fight.  My youngest son is on the wrestling team. I have seen his moves. Hell, I have even helped him practice them before. I saw the girl I had to fight. She was a college coed at best. A hot girl. She looked pretty scrappy too. I just hoped this was a girl fight and not a snuff porn. When it was our time in the ring, I lunged after her quickly. I pinned her down with my thighs. With one hand, I squeezed her throat and with the other hand I grabbed her pussy. My goal was to inflict some pain and strangle her at least until she passed out and I could win. She was a fighter. She got out of my scissor hold and strangled me. I played possum though. I can suck cock for two minutes under water. I can suck cock while some man is pinching my nose too. I had no worries that I could make her give up and think I was out cold. It worked too. She let up her grip thinking I was out cold. In that moment, I surprised her. I got my edge back and pinned her to the floor with my knees to her chest and both hands around her throat. She passed out. She was not playing possum like me.  I won. Yeah, for me. I thought for sure they for a moment I was about to be a snuff sex star.

 

Accomplice Phone Sex or You are My Victim: No In-between

accomplice phone sexI love accomplice phone sex calls. Men have one of two places in my life. They can be my victims, or they can be my accomplices. There is no gray area in between. I am a black and white kind of girl. Emotions fuck everything up, so I do not have any. When I met Mike in a fetish CBT club, I knew he was my victim. Sure, he was handsome. He appeared to have money. But that sort of thing does not get to me like most women. Most girls see a handsome, rich man and they lose their shit. They do whatever it takes even being something they are not to be his girlfriend. Not me. Nope. I am not fooled by shallow things. Men are my accomplices or my victims. Since Mike was in a CBT club, I knew either he had small cock or he was submissive to women, likely both. So, his money and looks meant nothing to me. I could mutilate his junk with some torture sex without a second thought. And I did. He had a small willy. One that would not have been any use to me. Not sure it was of much use to anyone actually. Well, now there are no cock and balls. He wanted the torture. I think he thought I would just trample his junk in a pair of high heels like most dominant women. I am not like most anyone. I do what I want to whom I want and when and where I want. Sure, I had on some spiked heels and trampled his worthless nut sack until I popped a nut. I used my knife for the rest. I violated the club’s policy of no weapons, but I do things my way and only my way. I used my big old knife that I use for castration phone sex calls. I severed his cock from his balls and mutilated his junk. I mean it was of no use to me or any woman anyway.

Taboo Phone Sex is the Only Kind of Sex for Me

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex is the only sex for me. I do not think I have ever had vanilla sex. I think back to the times before I met my husband. I was just as wild sexually as I am now. Did I ever tell you how I met my husband? I was 19 years old and working in a bar. I had a fake id thanks to my mother. It was a younger picture of her with a doctored date of birth. It was easier to fake IDs then. Anyway, it was a hole in the wall bar. I was the bartender. It was a rough crowd, but I made bank in tips. One night, close to closing time, I was getting high with some black bikers. One of them was my dealer. He still is my dealer. He is the son of my mother’s coke supplier. I am fuzzy on the details, but I went from doing lines of coke off the bar to being a gangbang rape porn star on a pool table for a small crowd of drunks. My husband was in that small crowd of drunks. He was 35 at the time and married. Just in the bar on a fluke with his brother. He watched in awe as I was sodomized by big black cocks and beer bottles. He wanted to leave his wife and marry me right then. I was the whore he wished his wife was. He had a young son, who is the stepson who violates me every chance he gets now. My husband left his wife three months after seeing me as an ass rape porn star on a pool table in that seedy bar. It was love at first pool table gang bang, LOL. I still do coke and I still do gang bangs on coke. Once a druggy gang bang whore, always one, I guess.

If You Serve Me, You Will Cum!

Domination Phone SexI’m the devil’s mistress, I dominate men and make them my slaves! It’s pretty obvious that you want to serve me and if I were to let you, maybe you would find some meaning in your worthless existence. I live to make even the most dominant of men submit to me, if you are ever privileged to serve a dark seductress like me and you win my evil soul over with your submission then you will one day be rewarded for your efforts. I get into cruel moods where all I want is to bring you pain, you should expect that serving me will be no easy task. I’ll own you; you will be mine to destroy, you will be mine to use and I’ll even make it worth your sacrifice. Once you please me and if I ever decide to give you release, you will know no greater pleasure than my wicked delightful ways of making you cum!

Castration Phone Sex Hotline

Castration phone sex

Some men are just better off without a cock, and I’m just the girl who’s more than happy to help you depart from your phallus friend. However I must warn you, it’s quite painful and bloody! Undergoing your castration with me is not something you should go into lightly. Although you will get what you want. I’m simply using you to satiate my own sick twisted desire to cut into flesh however I please. 

With my assortment of blades, I’ll never get bored on my castration phone sex hotline here. I got it all from the shiny, smooth but incredibly sharp katana blade, to the rusty jagged used-up butter knife. I personally love my many serrated blades, from a tiny little pocket knife to a large serrated sword. So many options, sometimes I wished I didn’t have to just stop at removing your penis. Perhaps you will allow me to cut more? Or maybe I’ll just decide to take more…and more…until every last piece of you is nothing but scraps!

Bloody Fantasies

Evil Phone Sex Sin

You have been such a naughty man, punishing those little sluts without me using all my chains and knives like you own them. Now it’s my turn to torture you, how I love watching you moan and groan- I have yet to make you scream. Oh darling I know you don’t understand how I have strapped you up with those arms so tight above your head and that heavy weight holding your hard cock down. But it’s satisfying to me knowing you can’t get yourself out ahahah! Placing those hooks deep into the skin of your thighs so I can tug and lift your legs as I please getting ready to rape you with this big black cock strap on makes me so fucking excited. I know that weight pulling on your hard cock as you get lifted in the air is going to make those balls feel like they are getting torn off and that’s exactly what I need babe. I want to rip your cock clean off while the rest of your skin gets peeled and that ass gets stretched out as you beg for fucking mercy.

Pandora’s Mortuary Is Open Again For Deviant Play

Snuff phone sex

Hello once again to my fans of the grotesque, wickedly twisted, and dark corners of the mind. I’m happy to open the mortuary doors once again. Truthfully the pandemic was a real buzz kill, great for business and plenty of corpses. However, due to the amounts, it was required to have more than one mortician around. Keeping my cold formamide smelling work area more populated with the living than usual. Which is such a shame really. You should have seen some of the corpses that came in for me to prepare or just burn. Such beauty and potential gone to waste. 

Now the traffic is steady but no need for extra hands around, I’m able to handle it all once again. I was so happy to be able to let those other workers go. None of them had the spark like me for allowing the dead to be useful to the living in a carnal way. Now I look around the room and see nothing but potential. I’ve renovated it for even more corpse storage and more fun gadgets. Experimenting on the dead is not everyone’s idea of a good time, but it is mine. Sure a lot of these tools are used for autopsies but they make excellent torture devices when the time arises. So you know a little bit about my past few years, what has the rest of the wicked been up to? 

Gothic Phone Sex Fantasies are Super Hot for Me as the Accomplice Too

gothic phone sexGothic phone sex fantasies are super hot to me. I love vampires, zombies and monsters in general. If I had my pick, vampires are the hottest of the supernatural creatures we see in movies. I think of the hot vampire in Fright Night or the gorgeous blood suckers in True Blood or the Vampire Diaries. I get monster type calls periodically and when I get to chose how I die, I go with the sexy vampire. Why would I not? Of course, I know they do not look as good in their undead form but while walking at night looking for blonde bimbos to feast on, they are often hot as fuck like Eric from True Blood. I had a caller earlier in the week who usually kills me rather violently during our fantasy phone sex calls. He let me pick this time how to die, so I suggested he be a Gothic blood sucker. He liked the idea of eternal life and turning a bunch of sexy bitches into his eternal sex slaves. It was a hot roleplay, more romantic but with plenty of violence and gore to turn me on. I am a pain slut. My sexy vampire made me his head sex slave which meant I had to lure him some young things to turn. When you get the vampire’s kiss, you stay the way you are forever. He likes pretty young things. I am pretty but not so young, so I lured some barely teenage girls to his house to party. I lead them to their slaughter, their blood bath. It works for me too because then I have young cute sex slaves to worship my dead cunt. I love being an accomplice phone sex partner to the dead and the living. What kind of fantasy can we do and who can we kill?