Category: Knife play phone sex

All Her Fault pt 1

Mutilation phone Sex

That bitch was going to pay for what she did! I broke into her apartment and walked to her room; she slept so peacefully. I smiled knowing I was going to ruin her peace. I taped her eyelids shut and dragged her out of bed and to a metal chair in her kitchen. she struggled and tried to scream so I punched her in the mouth. I tied her to the chair while she was dazed and then sewed her mouth shut.  I could hear her muffled screams as I worked. Then I went to her eyes, and I cut them out and sewed her eye lids together. I put her eyes in a jar so I could keep them. they would go well with my collection.  I turned on some classical music and began my work. I began by cutting off her feet. She’d never escape now and what her future would hold, I knew the mental trauma would break her mind. I whispered softly in her ear, I told her I knew it was her who cost me my job. It was her complaint and now she was going to pay for it.  I smiled cruelly; let the fun begin…

Murder phone sex Fantasies chokes out that little slut

Murder phone sex Fantasies cast an eerie, sexy glow on the world around me, and the screams of the night become my symphony. I am the one who finds the perfect victims, and your cock is going to thank me. We take turns choking them out, making them choke and die as suffering sex slaves. The thrill of the kill only heightens our pleasure, and we revel in it. I know your favorite part is when I push the little bitch’s head all the way down until your cock is sticking out of the back of her head.

Murder phone sex FantasiesYou love the feeling of power, the knowledge that you and I are the ones in control. You are King, and I am your Killer phone sex queen. I love that we’ve created our twisted world, where the lines between pleasure and pain are blurred beyond recognition, where murder and sex become the same.

Are You Sick Like Me

Bloody Phone Sex

 

Shes crying in the corner her body shaking and trembling. Her blonde hair covering her face. I walk to her with my favorite knife. I grab her by the hair and drag her to the kitchen table she screams loudly as I push her on the table and nail her hands into the wood.  She looks at me and tears are streaming down her cheeks. I lick them up before i slid my whole fist into her tiny cunt. She got my boyfriend in trouble, the little bitch. All she had to do was be a good whore and keep her mouth shut and none of this would happen, Now I had to fix things and make her pay.  I slide my knife inside her pussy and fuck her with it. I feel her sweet blood covering my hands and my pussy gets wet. I love making them bleed. I realize after a while the light has left her eyes. I love fucking dead bodies so I pound her pussy with my hand. I laugh and spit on her face. Later that day I cook her flesh and enjoy a quiet meal. Of course this is my favorite fantasy. If only I could make it real.

Snuff Porn Dates Never Go as Planned and The Men Die

snuff pornIf I dated, my ideal date would be to watch snuff porn until we felt like we had to go from watching it to making it. Here is why I no longer “date.” Last guy I went out on a date with watched some snuff flicks with me knowing I am a dominant sadist and not some submissive whore. But he misread all the cues. He saw cues that were not there.

He tried to make me his snuff flick doll. So, I put him down. Then I fed him to the wildlife that relies on me for food. And that was the 6th consecutive man who attempted that. Stupid men. So, I gave up on men as lovers. Now they can either be my victims or my accomplices. But I no longer fuck men because I find most of you worthless anyway. Plus, I get my sexual gratification from killing and castrating men.

So, when John told me we should watch snuff movies and fuck, I told him we could find a young girl for him to fuck, and we could snuff her together after he fucked her. That could be the only option. He agreed to my terms. And it seemed to be going along perfectly until it didn’t go along perfectly. This so-called accomplice fucked the girl we kidnapped together. I watched and filmed it. He had a splendid time.

I am Always Prepared for Men to Act Like Idiots

And I watched him strangle the life out of her after he came too. Everything seemed good. Until the idiot thought he could fuck me next to her corpse. Now, I have no problem fucking a guy next to dead or dying body. But that was not our agreement. And he thought he could fuck and kill me too. Nope. Not how I operate. But luckily, I am always prepared for men to act like the world revolves around them and they can get what they want.

A carefully placed knife on my body thwarted his plans. Kind of thwarted mine too. I looked forward to showing him how I get rid of the killer phone sex bodies. But instead, I fed two bodies to the wildlife out back. Although I am never shocked that men think they can have any woman they want, I am still hopeful that one of these days I will meet a man who has a brain and knows how to use it in my presence.

Knife Play Phone Sex is Messy But Versatile

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex is versatile and messy. But I like my kills messy. And knives provide me with different ways to kill and torture. Knives can stab, jab, slice, dice, cut, slit, penetrate, carve and gut a person. I can control if you live or die with a knife. However, guns do not offer such an array of options. And that’s okay. Guns are for cowards. That’s what I say anytime some suggests I kill with a gun instead.

It takes skill and patience to murder or torture with a knife. Sure, I could shoot your balls off, but you might lose your life that way. And I find no joy in a quick kill. None. I need prolonged torture. It seems more satisfying to me. Knives work best with castration phone sex. And I remove a lot of balls. I have a collection of over 100 nuts in jars in my basement. Perhaps, to an outsider they seem like trophies. In a way they are. But their purpose is not to relive my torture sessions. It’s to remember and practice my techniques.

Your Balls are a Privilege. And I Can Revoke Your Privileges Any Day

I can see my knife marks and see the progression of my skills. Essentially, I went from very jagged marks to clean slices. No hesitation marks anymore. Lately, I seem to be castrating men more often. But this toxic masculinity where men think they own, and control women needs to dissipate quickly. I encounter more and more men who do not deserve their testicles. Balls are a privilege to have. But like anything, if you do not use them for good, I will take them away permanently.

Oscar, I met at a dive Goth bar. I caught him spiking drinks. And that shit don’t fly on my watch. So, I revoked Oscar’s man card. Took his balls in a bold torture sex move. I castrated him in the women’s bathroom of this bar. Put his balls in my purse and left him to bleed out on a dirty bathroom floor. I popped his balls into a Ziploc bag, tucked them in my purse, and walked right out of the bar while Oscar lay bleeding on the bathroom floor. But I did not end the torture there. I bar hopped and came home with 5 more pairs of balls. Productive evening.

Knife Play Phone Sex Remains My Favorite Because it Requires Skill

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex remains my favorite. Why? Because I can kill you much easier with a knife and even in public without drawing attention to myself. Plus, knives require much more skill.  A gun just requires decent aim. But anyone can shoot someone. No thrill in it. Plus, guns leave traces of DNA and they have their own stamp that can be easily traced if you purchased the gun legally.

Generally speaking, I avoid big crowds because I hate people. But sometimes, I get stuck. I found myself shoved into a large crowd protesting something when all I wanted was to go to my coffee house and get a dark roast latte. I’m tiny, but I am mighty. And resourceful too. Some guy in the crowd thought he could use the moment to grope me and some girl in the same boat as me.

Always More Fun to Kill with a Side Kick

Neither of us were having that. However, only one of us had a knife strapped to her leg. And that would be me. You never know when you may need to turn someone into a snuff porn star. So, I pulled out my knife and cut him just right so his femoral artery would drain him of all his blood.

 The other girl high-fived me. She high-fived me for letting a man bleed out in a crowd of political protestors. My kind of chick. I do not involve myself in politics. I vote. But that is it. I am sure I have murdered folks on both sides of the political coin. Assholes come in all sorts of forms.

I am an equal opportunity killer. You wrong me or piss me off, I don’t care about anything else. Turns out the guy I stabbed had some fancy job and a rap sheet as long as my arm. Typical white straight rich man who can get away with murder. But so can I. Because I know when to kill, how to kill and even in public, I go undetected. If you need help honing your killer phone sex urges, I bet I can help you kill in public undetected too.

She was Just Begging For It

Torture Sex

The urge to kill hit me again. I had my cages ready and my favorite tools all laid out. I knew when I saw that busty blond that she was the one. I couldn’t wait to add her to my collection and then my recipe book. I took her outside of a fast-food place. No one was there so they didn’t hear her scream. I dragged her to my car and put her in the back seat ho tied, gagged and covered in blankets. My pussy was already getting wet just thinking about what I was going to do to her.

When I got home, I took her to the cellar. It was cold and damp and even better, no one would hear her screams. I didn’t care if she had a family or friends. Most likely when they had a search party for her, I would join in and help. I loved watching the aftermath of my favorite hobby. They always had so much hope in the beginning, then it dwindled as they realized she would never be found. What I loved the most was everyone would have her with them for a while. After all no one asked what was in the chili I served that night.

Evil Phone Sex

Sex with dead bodies we make ’em you fuck’em

Sex with dead bodies is a particular taste for guys like you. Venus and I love playing with you dirty fuckers. My girl Venus is one mean bitch, and she’s found the sweetest piece of meat you are going to cum into. It’s hard to find a good one, though.  Sex with dead bodies

Well, lucky for you, it just so happens that we have some fresh little whores for you to play with. And when I say play, I mean beat these little bitches black and blue until they become your type. You won’t get a fresher corpse, and we want to watch you use them however you want, until you’re ready to paint their decaying insides with your spunk.Torture sexIt all starts with a bit of fun Torture sex. We love to see those sluts squirm and scream. Their pain is our pleasure! Mmm, just thinking about it gets me all hot!.
Once we’ve had our way with them and they’ve reached the end of their time, well, that’s where you come in, stud. My girl Venus and I will make sure you’re nice and hard before guiding your dirty dick into their freshly dead hole. Can you imagine it? The cold flesh wrapped around your throbbing member, squeezing you tight as you pump them full of your seed?

Mutilation Phone Sex With A Sadistic Goddess is The Best

Mutilation Phone Sex is just another variable of my sadistic pleasure. In my world humans are nothing but mere things. These human things are something I like to do trials on. Maybe I should have become a surgeon, after all cutting up bodies is exciting.

Last night I went hunting. When I have a bad day of annoyances I have to go hunting. And my kind of hunting is going to the strip clubs in search of losers. Not all are the scum of the earth losers. In fact I have found a good accomplice or two in the circuit of strip clubs.

However last night this drooling sack of shit screamed at me to mutilate him. I lured him out back. He was disgusting and when he went to get close to me with his putrid breath I wanted to vomit. Then my hand just had a reflex. The knife shot out and into his filthy ball sack.

As he tried to scream I shoved a pair of the strippers’ panties in his mouth and told him that’s the last pussy he will taste. Then I stomped on his flacid cock with my heels. Finalizing him with a stab in the chest. I left him to bleed out and let the strays and vermin have their way.

Mutilation Phone Sex

Home Invasion Bliss: Knife Play and Ass Rape

Home invasion phone sexHome invasion phone sex means much more to me now. My friend has been raging about her fucking ex for weeks, how he screwed her over and stole from her. She’s always fantasizing about making him pay, breaking into his house and teaching him a lesson. I finally had enough of her talk. We got wasted and decided to put her fantasies into action.

We kicked in his door, surprising him and his new girlfriend in the middle of a movie. I knocked him out with a bat and tied him up while my friend handled his girlfriend with a few well-placed punches. Then, the real fun began. I let my friend go to town on her ex, cutting him up like a roast while his girlfriend watched in horror. But I wasn’t done there. I turned my attention to her, slicing up her pretty little face with slow, precise cuts, savoring her fear as I worked my way down to her perky tits.

Cutting her up was pure heaven. The way she screamed and begged for mercy only turned me on more. And when I finally got around to killing her, I came harder than I have in a long time. There’s something incredibly satisfying about taking control, about making them pay for their sins. I can’t wait to do it again.

Home invasion phone sex is more than just talk; it’s an experience. The thrill of the knife play, the power of domination, and the ultimate release of taking a life—it’s a high like no other. If you’re ready to join me on this dark and twisted journey, you know where to find me. Just make sure you’re prepared for a night of pure, unadulterated debauchery, because I demand nothing less than your complete and utter submission.