Category: Domination phone sex

Whip the Bitches

I strapped the bitch up with some chains and pulled her until her toes could barely touch the floor. Hearing her cry and plead makes me laugh so fucking much- almost like she thinks I’ll have pity on her bitch ass, NOPE. Keep crying babe that gets me more excited, in fact- now you make me want to shock you because of the type of screams you have. I just know with each zap you’ll let out that perfect whimper. Let’s just set these clamps up to your cunts lips and one onto your thick little clit hmm? Oh and every time you don’t hold in those cries as I tell you to- I will whip the shit out of you with this leather stick. But I’ll make sure you’ve built up a nice sweat first, that way you can truly feel what I need you to behind each lash. Watching you try to pull yourself up as if you can get away from the electricity pulsing through your pussy or my servings of lashes make my cunt so fucking juicy!

Anal Obsession

VIOLENT PHONE SEXI’ve got ass obliteration on my mind and your shit hole is my target. Ever since I’ve sunk my teeth in a cock loving faggot I can’t get enough of boy pussy. My last victim let me punch fuck him until he got dizzy and his ass looked like an open mouth with no teeth! I want my next victim to be a macho unwilling participant in my ass violation. Maybe I will set up a tinder date s that you and I can abduct him in the parking lot. We can take turns shoving things up his dry unprepared orifices until he is ass is a raw flappy meat pile and blood is trickling down his nutsac. As he screams I’ll shove my fist down his throat and make him suck my entire shaft while you’re on the other end playing kickball with his saggy nuts sack. Each kick to his nuts sounds like a tennis ball being wet across the court. The gasps and gurgles from my cock in his mouth while I have violent phone sex with his throat will ring out like bells. Taking his last breath will sound the best. The low whisper of death slipping past his lips as he fights to survive It’s like music to my ears! 

Gangbang Rape Porn Fantasies are Not Just for Men

gangbang rape pornI have gangbang rape porn fantasies. I think most women do, but we like them to be fantasies. The reality is never quite as hot as the fantasy. At least not for the women. I was sound asleep in bed when the dog started barking. I got up to see what was going one. I was jumped by a man. Turns out he was more like a teenage boy. I thought maybe he was one of my son’s friends. He was not alone. I asked who they were and what they wanted. I knew what they wanted. You only break into someone’s house for a couple reasons, and none of them are good reasons. These boys had lust in their eyes for me and rape phone sex fantasies on their mind. I started to scream. My sons and husband were in the house. No one heard me because the AC was rolling, and they gagged me quickly. I was just some old whore they wanted to bang. They did not really take turns though. They just gang banged me simultaneously. Two cocks in a hole. I was jacking off others. They gagged me with my own panties. The boys smelled like weed and booze. I joked with them about not being able to get hard if drunk, and they slapped me around with their hard cocks and told me they had no problems there. And they did not have any problems. Young boys rarely have dick issues. I was just hoping, I guess. I was being assaulted in my own living room while my family slept through it. I soon realized that no one was going to rescue me. I was going to be used as an ass rape porn star until these horny teen boys could not cum anymore. I slithered back to bed next to my husband with a wet pussy full of cum.

Sex With Dead Bodies After Being Taken

 I was young walking home by myself when a couple walked up to me. They asked me if I had seen their dog, before I could answer they grabbed my mouth and pulled me into the abandoned house. In the room in the back, they had a mattress. I could see glass pipes all over. They put a knife to my throat and made me hit what now I know was crack. It sent a rush all through my body. They told me to undress, and I hesitantly took my clothes off. When it came to my panties,

Sex with dead bodies

I stopped but they cut them off me, cutting my skin in the process. He squeezed my nose, and I was forced to open my mouth, that way he could shove his cock down my throat. I could barely breathe; he pulled his cock out and bent me over. The whole time his girlfriend was smoking from the pipe making so many clouds. She was moving so fast all around as he shoved his cock in my virgin tight pussy whole. I could feel his big cock ripping my pussy hole open and blood dripping down my legs. His girlfriend got in front of my face, grabbed my head and made me lick her cunt. He was pounding me so hard my face was pounding her clit with my tongue. Her body started shaking and he yelled out how I must be a good pussy licker. He kept making me lick her cunt as he fucked me hard, when he filled me up, he pulled his still stiff cock out and shoved it into his girlfriend’s pussy. He was moaning hard; I knew he was about to cum again. He asked her if she wanted to lick my pussy as he was filling her cunt up but when she didn’t respond he knew she had overdosed, we had sex with dead bodies now. I used this as my chance to run away.

Bondage Phone Sex with Women is the Worst Because Women are Mean

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex can be so much fun, even erotic with the right partner. Women, however, are never the right partners for me. I do love eating pussy. I have no problem licking a hot cunt, rimming ass hole or even just bumping and grinding pussies together. I love pussy as much as I love cock. So, what is my problem? I will tell you, my problem. Women are mean. Some of the meanest people around. I met Sandy through a male friend. She said she was dabbling in bondage. She asked me, because she knows I am a bondage whore, if I wanted to help her out as her practice dummy. I was happy to lend my stacked body to her to further her experience. I am a bondage Barbie doll. A taboo phone sex whore pretty much game for anything. She practiced different knots and positions with me. She had my arms bound behind my back like a pretzel. I was all contorted and in pain, but kept my mouth shut. Then it was like a fuse blew and she became a different person. She made me suck on her feet and toes. That in and of itself is not bad, but she put her big feet together and shoved both in my mouth at once. I was gagging, choking and I even puked. Her feet were big and not in good shape like mine. She of course was not happy that I puked on her feet and made me clean up the mess she claimed I made. I got smart with my mouth, and she whipped me. Whipped my tits until they were bloody raw.  She then tried to smother me with her ass. Like I mentioned earlier, I can eat ass, but this was more akin to suffocation phone sex. I could not fucking breathe. I even passed out a few times, but her whip brought me back. Women are the worst to other women. I would rather try my luck with you.

Hard In Bonds

Bondage Phone Sex Sin

I’m going to strap you up and fuck you the way you deserve. Wrap each inch of you with these ropes like the victim you always play to yourself out be. Maybe if I pull you up hard enough and tighten every knot I can keep that cock hard enough to fuck myself with. After all you keep mentioning how you can’t cheat on your wife when you cheated on me to get with her in the first place.

The least I can do is take back what was originally mine, right? Don’t worry sweetie after I make you cum, I’ll load you up with enough Viagra to keep that cock hard for days and satisfy my demon bitches that obey me so well! Ahahah, I can’t wait to see the look on your wife’s face when I tell her I’m pregnant with your child just to mutilate it in front of her that entrap her in some chains before I slice your skin up and peel it off to feed my other obedient slaves!

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies are My Specialty: Let’s Kill Together

murder phone sex fantasies

Murder phone sex fantasies are my specialty. I cater to your darker thoughts and fantasies. Sometimes you are the one who wants to die, and sometimes you have a victim already lined up for us to slaughter. Either way, I am down to play. Most men are not so stupid as to attempt to kill or force fuck me. But every now and again, I meet a dumb fuck with a death wish. Brett was the latest dumb fuck. He hired me to help him kill his daughter’s best friend. Apparently, he spiked the little bitch’s drink one night and fucked her, but she was not completely out of it. She was a smart little one. One I wish could be my accomplice phone sex partner. She has been blackmailing him since. He has a lot to lose because if convicted he would spend the rest of his life behind bars being some guy’s bitch. So, not only was he dumb enough to not drug her completely, he thought he could fuck me too? Like the fee he paid me to take care of his problem meant he owned me. I was clear that the money he gave me was solely to get rid of his problem. Now, I had to turn the tables on him. He was too dumb to live. I had the intended victim do the honors. I would have killed her had this dumb fuck stuck to our agreement, but this was an opportunity I rarely get. I had a protégé. A young girl obviously devious in her thinking and methodical about her planning. I gave her my knife and let her do with him what she wanted. This was revenge. She cut his cock and balls off and shoved them in his mouth like she was baking a cake. She did not flinch. She did not hesitate. She is my mini me and I am going to groom her to be a sick dominant taboo phone sex bitch like me.

Who IS Ivy?

Evil Phone SexThe goddess you see before you is one with many faces. I have a dark past filled with pain and so much suffering that I became the dark goddess of destruction and chaos that you see before you. My joy was stolen so early on that I began to feel ecstasy in pain, the pain of others, the pain I bring them because I can. I’m a real sadist, I couldn’t imagine a better sensation than making someone feel my pain, the pain that I narrowly survived will break you completely. I hope you are ready to submit yourself to me, to let me own you and make you my thrall. When you serve me in my goddess form you will know no greater pain or pleasure. I will sink my tendrils of darkness into your soul and make you beg for more.

Torture Sex Kind of Nights are Becoming Way to Common for Me

torture sexIt was a torture sex kind of night. I owe some money to a loan shark. I got desperate for coke and took out a loan I could not repay. My stepson suggested this guy to me. I should have known then I was being set up to fail. I did not borrow much. Not like most people would. I figured he was not going to break my legs over $1,000. I was right. He was not going to break my legs, but he was going to make me work it off in a BDSM movie. My stepson was in cahoots with him. This was the plan all along. When the due date came, my $1000 had tripled. What the fuck. He told me it was his money his rules, then offered me a snuff porn role to make up the money. I had too. I did not have that kind of money. I figured how bad could it be? I need to stop asking myself that question.  It is always worse than I expect. It began as any snuff type film. A kidnapped woman wakes up alone in a cement basement, dazed and confused. I meet a masked man. He put this steel trap on my head that was heavy and made everything dark. I was not sure what kind of contraption this was, but I was not comfortable at all. The metal trap on my head was heavy and it was weighing me down. My masked master opened the top of the cage and poured what I thought was water in the cage. It was urine. Like a gallon of piss. I was drowning in it. If I wanted to survive, I had to just swallow all the nasty piss, so that the urine was no longer covering my nose and mouth. This was like some sort of Chinese torture phone sex game. My fight for survival kicked in and I guzzled piss until I could breathe again. I collapsed on the floor, but that was just the beginning of my torture.

Everyone Cum Fuck Willow!

Bondage phone sex

Sure I get to kick around, kidnap or kill anyone I want, but it doesn’t come without a price.  No, I’m not talking about some existential toll on my soul or any sappy shit like that.  Me and my soul know exactly where we’re going.  What I mean is there’s a gnarly group of dark individuals who let me, and many others like me, literally get away with murder as long as I give them complete and unequaled access to my body.  I’m not sure how they know everything that they do, but they have apparently been privy to nearly all of my ghastly goings on and macabre machinations.  Are they occult oriented or just big ballers in the government with some crazy super surveillance?  I have no idea.  I do know they want a lot more from me than just blowjobs and bondage phone sex.

For a few years now, I’ve been getting abducted and abused by this concealed cabal of sex crazed criminals.  The first time was right after I took out an entire family and their babysitter and made it look like the mother did it all.  It was perfect, I was pretty sure I had gotten away with it, but two nights later I went to sleep in my bed and awoke strapped into a chair with some bondage cuffs and collar, completely naked except for a black bag on my head.

When the sack was finally ripped off of me and my eyes adjusted, I realized that I was in some strange, stark apartment.  I’ve been in and out of almost every complex in my area and this layout was completely foreign to me.  I just waited and took in my surroundings with the brightest lights in the world shining right in my eyes.  I knew how that shit would go down, I would either be told why I was there, used and then released or I would be kept, maybe trafficked then killed.  None of those options scare me so there was no fear in my body whatsoever for my face to portray.  No, instead I was quite curious.

After a long moment, a booming disguised voice said just one thing to me… “You’ve been a bad girl, Willow.”  Just before I could respond, a man dressed in all black stepped in front of me and told me to open my mouth and keep it open if I didn’t want to have an icepick jammed into my eardrum.  That’s one of my moves, I’ve seen the pain involved with that fist hand so it wasn’t even a judgment call.  My piehole popped open before he could finish his sentence and he immediately started pumping his fuck pole into my mouth really hard.  After a minute or two, his buddy joined and did the same, and then another a few minutes after that.  Three guys facefucking a skinny blonde locked to a chair waving an icepick in her face.  I wasn’t afraid, I just kept thinking how contrived it all was because I set up and enjoyed the very same situation with a dumb little sow of a slut a year or two before that night.

When they were done with my gob, they unhooked me from the chair and made me walk on my hands and knees around the almost empty room while they took turns banging me from behind and yelling for me to squeal like a pig.  Every time they didn’t think I was loud enough or moved quickly enough, I got the cattle prod and cock hammered harder.  “Giddyup, little fuck pig!”  A few zaps to the ass, back and ribs while she’s getting mercilessly railed will really make a gal think.  How many whores had I scared shitless and paraded around like a cum filled porcine prize?

They did it all: slut shaming and whore writing, took punishment pictures and violent videos of me to sell, even put me on a live stream and told everyone watching that they could “Cum fuck Willow!” if they could figure out our location.  To entice the viewers, the three fucks spit and pissed on me the whole time.  That’s when it hit me… These were all twisted porn scenarios I set up and sold.  Whoever these guys were, they had not only seen my art, but they appreciated it.  They were fans!

Not just any fans, they knew how to find me and that’s not easy.  Well connected doesn’t begin to cut it.  I have to admit, I felt better having figured it out, even as a knock came from the other side of the door.  It didn’t matter to me who had found us, I knew I was going to be fine no matter how much abuse my holes were about to take.  My devotees would make sure of that.

Since then, they’ve taken me several times with no rhyme or reason as to when they do it, I guess it’s just whenever they feel like it.  Fortunately, I love to play their little games.  Seeing how it feels to be subjected to my torturous ways is pretty fucking fun!  Sometime I’ll tell you about the time they actually sold me off to the highest bidder and I landed a free eight month vacation to Russia.