Category: Knife play phone sex

Sometimes, Accomplice Phone Sex Means I Can Exact Revenge for a Girl

Accomplice phone sexMost of the time, men hire me for accomplice phone sex. But I’ve been known to help a few women with boyfriend problems. However, this week, I enjoyed the pleasure of helping a teen girl. A girl in a bad situation much like I was many years ago with my own father. A few months ago, I met this young teen girl hooking on the streets. I was looking for a young teen prostitute for a client of mine and I found her.

This client would treat her well, so I didn’t feel guilty about procuring her services. But I will admit I didn’t want anything bad to happen to her either. I could already tell in her eyes she’s experienced more trauma than most people do in their lifetime. My client took very good care of her. And gave her enough money so that she could stay in a hotel for a month.

I stopped by her hotel last week with some food and cash to extend her stay. And we talked. She left an abusive dad just like I did. But unlike me, she has somebody in her corner. She has me. And her dad deserved castration phone sex more than any man.

So, I got enough details from her so that I could find her father on my own. Although from the way she described him, I knew I was way too old for him. So, I catfished him. He thought a young teen girl wanted to fuck him. Fat greasy fuck. I can’t imagine any woman wanting to fuck him. But I pushed my way into his house and drugged him.

Helping Young Girls with Daddy Problems Feels Cathartic to Me

He woke up, tied to his kitchen table, naked. And he saw me holding a butcher knife when he woke up. I told him I met his daughter recently and she told me all the nasty fucked up things he did to her. Then I told him I wanted to settle an old score. Men like my father and her father don’t change because their daughters grow up or run away. They just find more girls to prey on, unless you neuter them.

And since I’ve long harbored fantasies about castrating my father, the least I could do was castrate her father. She can take solace in the fact that he won’t prey on any more young women again. Hell, this bastard will never fuck again. And he’ll never even wake up with a pee hard on. I took his balls. And cock and ball torture sex never felt more cathartic. Of course, I imagined I was castrating my own father. This fucking slime bag predator should feel lucky I didn’t slit his throat because he did not deserve to live.

I left him tied up on his table bleeding. He’ll be able to get out of the ties eventually. But not quickly enough to find me. And I doubt he’ll go to the police. Because if he does, his daughter will tell the police everything he did to her. Sometimes castration seems like a fitting punishment for a sexual predator. It felt good to be on the right side of the accomplice spectrum this time. But I’ll still help men fuck young girls. However, if any young girl comes to me with a man problem, I will help her for free. Money is not everything.

I Make Snuff Movies for Pleasure and Educational Purposes

snuff moviesMost snuff movies are fake. Total bullshit. But not the kind I make. I make real snuff films. Most of them I make for my spank bank collection. Although I do not film every kill, I do film most of them. Many years ago, I purchased an old-fashioned cam recorder. No Internet access so no risk of uploading anything to the cloud that could get me busted. My grandpa taught me when I’m making home movies or I want to take some pictures, that I need to go old school analog. So, I use a vintage cam recorder for my movies and an old Polaroid camera for my pictures.

And last night, my protégé and I watched some of my movies. I wanted her to see how I progressed with age. She could see some of my awkward quick kills when I first started out as a murderous bitch. And now she can see how I kill without even batting an eyelash. It’s not that I was ever squeamish about murder, I just lacked the knowledge of how to prolong the torture sex.

My whole movie collection proved quite educational to my protégé. She even took notes. I’ve trained several women in my life. This girl appears to be the youngest. And the most natural. She seems to be the one most like me. Just pure evil. Although her uncle did molest her for years, her killer instincts always existed. Her uncle hired me to kill her while he watched.

Teaching Young Girls to Be Wicked Butchers Brings Me Joy

She got older and threatened to tell if he did not leave her alone. And he decided she was a liability that he needed to take care of for his own self-preservation. But money is not everything. I saw potential in her. But I kept his money and I kept her alive and now she’s my mini killing machine.

For hours, we watched my whole movie collection, and she watched how I torture a man’s cock and balls, especially if he’s also a predator. I go harder on the predators. And I usually let them live with a constant reminder that they will never force fuck anybody again. My little protégé decided she felt ready to practice her castration skills, so we made a list of boys she knows that do not deserve to keep their nuts.

Young Girls with Killer Instincts Need My Help

When you castrate a man, you never need to worry about them going to the police. They keep what you did to them a secret because they don’t want to answer the question of why a woman would do that to them. Yes, I have castrated men just for pure shits and giggles. But many men, I castrate are sexual predators. Men who do not deserve to keep their balls or ever enjoy an erection again. When you castrate a sexual predator, they soon realize being neutered is better being force fucked by black men in prison every day.

So, my protégé and I will use the brat offenders’ list to find some cock and balls for castration phone sex practice. She can learn how to make a man suffer using known offenders in the neighborhood as practice. Sort of vigilant justice, with an educational spin. And once I feel confident of her castration ability, we will work on her list of schoolboys who need neutered early in life. Double trouble her and me. We’re going to make the world safer for young girls one set of balls at a time

Mutilation phone sex-I’ll make the fuck holes, you fuck them

Mutilation phone sexMutilation phone sex has been prepped for you, Sir. I got the right bitch, she thought her shit didn’t stink, but I made sure she smelled it.

I stuck so many holes in her just like you asked. Poor girl missed her bus, but thought she found a new friend in me. I buttered her up until the point I had her shackled.

She’s young, dumb, and ready for your cum!

The little bitch was eating out of my hand when I gave her a basic amount of attention. However, when I told her about how she would get a Mommy and Daddy to love her forever, she willingly got naked and let me chain her up.

While I was waiting for your arrival, I was making all kinds of fuck holes. I think it will get me really wet when I guide your cock in her rib cage. The dumb little cunt will cry out for Mommy, and I’ll make her gag on your bloody cock. The dumb little bitch will learn to love the flavor of it. I stabbed her enough to think she could still make it out of here. So, I want you to give her a Torture sex beating of a lifetime!

Your cock looks so good covered in gore. Mommy is gonna suck it off and put it in a new fuck hole. The tightest hole I’ve made. Right at the bottom of the neck. I’ll slam your cock in it and finger my pussy until you fuck that bitch’s head off.

Knife Play Phone Sex Gets Me Off

That’s right baby, let me see how far you can go! If you want to drill me with that big huge knife of yours then you better make sure you succeed at your attempt! Give me everything you got. I’m your fucking slave. Make me you’re little bloody bitch!  Make me get down on my fucking knees and take everything you’ve got! I’m your bloody little whore. Make me be you’re little bitch! Give me exactly what I want out of you, you sick fuck! You want to see me at my worse. Then make sure you punish me with all of your filthy tools so I can see the blood dripping down the side of my neck.  Uhhh yea you sick fucker! Pound me until I cant take anymore and treat me like a dirty piece of trach when your done. Castrate me to pieces. You’re so fucking filthy you nasty fucker! That’s my type of fucking bloody shit!Knife Play Phone Sex

Cannibalism Phone Sex With A Side of Bitch Bone Stew

Cannibalism phone sexCannibalism phone sex fantasies keep my darkest callers on my phones, hearing the stories of us kidnapping young demons making them the main course of the night. 

My last caller had a fantasy, a very sick and twisted fantasy where we went to a school yard and collected the ingredients for our feast. 

Two pretty young and tender ankle biters, when we get them back to the house, we violate all of their holes two times. 

Using dildos and butt plugs to stretch them out, their screams filled the room, we both are turned on to the max, once finished torturing their holes leaving them gaping. 

Suffocating both their small bodies, it was my turn to shine, fileting their small bodies, chopping their limbs off, dicing their bodies in cubes for a delicious stew filled with celery onions, potatoes and carrots. 

Hours later the flesh is nice and tender, I prepare my Master a huge bowl of bitch bone stew, rubbing my cunt as I watch daddy enjoy my delicious meal. 

Do you want a bowl ?

Goth teen phone sex I’m that dark little slut

Goth teen phone sex with a dark dirty slut I’m the one that gets off on hearing a bitch scream! I had an itch the other day to watch a cute little blonde squirm and squeal and my boyfriend knew it! He pleasantly pleased me when he came home with a young teen blonde with huge tits! Which I fucking loved smacking, punching, pinching, and biting while he buried his cock deep in her sweet cunt and tight little asshole! She squealed and cried so loud which made my evil cunt drip so wet! I have the perfect thing to shut this little bitch up and I straddle her face and drown her in my cunt juices. I fucking love the feel of the struggle beneath me her muffled cried and blocked of air way. Suffocating her with my pussy is a feeling you just can’t describe! Watching him stretch her holes while I rode her worthless face I came all over drowning that bitch in my nectar while he filled her gaping asshole up with his hot sticky load!goth teen phone sex

Men with Rape Phone Sex Fantasies for Me Never Live

rape phone sex fantasiesMen who harbor rape phone sex fantasies for me never live. And if they do live, they live without their balls and sometimes even without their dicks. I think I spell it out very clearly in my blogs that I’m not some sex doll for you to use. I’m a dominant fucking bitch. And a sadistic one at that.

I’ve killed men for less than trying to force fuck me. Perhaps, you could say I possess Spider-Man senses. I always know when some pathetic little bitch boy tries to put something in my drink. Men never realize this, but they make a special kind of nail polish for women. And that nail polish changes colors when it encounters roofie drugs.

Of course, a woman invented that to keep other women safe. And in a way I’m a vigilante for women who I don’t even like. I’m not a clique kind of girl. So, I don’t really have a girl squad or anything. Perhaps you could say I’m equally mean to everyone. Something changed in the past year or so. Men feel more emblazoned to take what they want even when it’s not theirs to take.

Men Who Fantasize About Violating Me Never Live

Perhaps I just felt like killer phone sex. It didn’t take much this weekend for me to decide to kill a man. When I get in my murderous mood, I do my best to uphold a certain code. However, I am a less principled Dexter. I think even Dexter would agree Marcus deserved to die. Not only did I find Marcus on the brat offender list, but his rap sheet also appears to be at least a mile long. And it includes everything from armed robbery to drugs to sexual assault. Marcus might not have wronged me, but he rounded enough people to put him on my radar.

So, I hunted him this weekend and observed him in action. I observed a predator preying on drunk coeds. Now I’m not a fan of coeds in general. For the most part, they behave like rabid dogs. They would kill each other over a cute frat boy. Coeds seem self-absorbed, mean and shallow.

Marcus needed to go. Not necessarily because I wanted to champion drunk coeds. It’s just the principle of the matter. Taking advantage of drunk women, seems like a pussy move. Some men can only prey on women if they drug them because they can’t handle fighting a woman. My guess most women would neuter Marcus or at least punch him and kick him in the balls repeatedly trying to escape.

For Me, Its More About the Principle of the Matter. A Drugged Woman Does Not Equal a Fair Fight

I saw him putting something into a coed’s drink as I stood at the bar near them. So, I broke a glass to create a distraction and switched their drinks. Marcus became a sloppy drunk quickly, and I escorted him into my car and took him to my cabin in the woods where I mutilated his body. And tortured him for hours, eventually murdering him. But he deserved it. Actions have consequences.

When he woke up, he discovered himself naked, tied to a dining room table spread eagle with a castration band around his balls. And I told him what a dumb ass predator he was because he drank his own roofied drink. Even though I eventually killed this loser, he deserved castration phone sex first I wanted him to think he would survive, just without his balls. Perhaps you could say, I revoked his man card. He didn’t deserve his balls.

I am a Vigilante for Women I Despise

For hours, I carved up his flesh with various sharp instruments. I even carved off some of his flesh which I fed to my dogs and the wildlife nearby. Told you I’m a sick bitch. I enjoy torture. It feels empowering to torture a man like Marcus, who preys on the vulnerable. Honestly, my moral code does not appear close to Dexters. I didn’t really torture him and murder him to protect the future generation of women I could care less about. I hate vapid coeds. But I just felt like killing and torturing a man. And Marcus seemed the perfect mark.

Eventually, this predator died from the wounds I inflicted. And he died before I felt completely satisfied. Oops I did it again. Went a little too rough on him and killed him sooner than I wanted. But the wildlife behind my kill shack seemed excited for the food offering I gave them. Nature will always be the best accomplices when you need to get rid of a body. So, just remember, you can be my accomplice or my victim but if you try to make me your victim, you will be bear shit the next day.

Violent Phone Sex For Your Hard Cock

Every night when I get home from work, this random car is sitting near my driveway. I can’t see who’s in it since the windows are tinted, but I find that it’s extremely weird to just park on the curb with the headlights on. I thought about calling the cops to report the strange car, but I decided to just ignore it since it had only been a few days.

Saturday, I decided to hang out with my girlfriends at the bar. It had been a while since we all hung out. When I got home and pulled inside my driveway, all of a sudden I feel someone grab me from behind and cover my mouth with a thick cloth. I passed out for a few hours because the next thing I know, I’m waking up in this random basement. There’s all kind of dirty tools everywhere. I’m tied down on the table and I can’t move a muscle. He put something in my mouth because it’s stretched open with an object in between my teeth. A strange man with long stringy hair walks up to the table with a huge smile and a knife in his hand and say’s “I finally got your little pretty ass. You’re going to choke on this big fucking cock before I slit your throat!” I tried so hard to scream but I couldn’t he removes the gag from my mouth, and as soon as I try to scream, he chokes me, making it extremely hard for me to breath. He then shoves his dick in my mouth while his hand is still wrapped around my throat. I feel the tip of his head so deep, I couldn’t breathe. “Yeaaah, good girl.” He say’s as hee hold’s his head back. He removes his dick, and puts the gag back in my mouth. He say’s now, if you keep being a good girl, I may not kill you.” He rips my panties off and shoves his dick balls deep in my pussy. He yells out “yeesss! Take it you fucking pretty bitch!” He then takes the knife and stabs me in the stomach. Tears are rolling down my cheeks. I can’t do anything. I’m just bleeding out. He runs his fingers on my blood and rubs it on his face.

“You’re my pretty little bitch now.” He said as he jacks his dick and cums all over my face. Violent Phone Sex

Rape phone sex fantasies is my real fuck up world

Rape phone sex fantasiesRape phone sex fantasies is real life for me. I wake up every morning dreading the day ahead, knowing that I’m nothing more than a prop for my master daddy’s twisted “art.”

He is so d of his proud art, and my existence is a brutal, never-ending cycle of forced humiliation and suffering, designed to push me to the very limits of human endurance.

Every fiber of my being screams in protest as I’m dragged from my dingy cell.

I’m shackled and gagged, to be used and abused for the twisted pleasure of my Master Daddy and his depraved audience. As I’m forced to my knees, my master’s heavy boot crushes my face into the filthy floor.

He forces all sorts of strange cocks in me, and I choke and convulse. With tears streaming down my face as more thick cocks are rammed down my throat. My mind reels, the world spinning as I’m violated and defiled, my body a mere plaything for his sick desires.

I know I gotta let it all happen and put on a good show if I want to survive, no matter the cost. I’m always the last girl standing because I know how to endure his psychotic behaviors.

It’s unfathomable torment until my master declares me the winner. But I am always the last Snuff sex slave standing!

 

Knife Play Phone Sex is My Favorite

knife play phone sexI do not feel like it’s a secret that I love knife play phone sex. Guns are for losers. When people kill with their bare hands or a knife that seems like a bigger challenge and more satisfying. A gun takes luck, but a knife takes skill.

My love for knives goes back to my schoolgirl days. My grandfather, who served as my mentor, owned over 1000 knives. Perhaps you could call him a collector. He liked all sorts of macabre shit. I inherited all his medieval torture devices, as well as his knife collection and some death row chairs that I repurposed into castration chairs.

My grandpa gave me my first knife. He thought I might need it for protection. But I used it impulsively against this bully bitch who harassed me on my way home from school one day. And I guess I hit just the right place for her to bleed out almost instantly. Now I know where the arteries are located. I know how to prolong death. Knives give you a sort of control that a gun doesn’t. I can cut all over a body, avoiding all the major arteries. And when I get bored, I slice an artery and they die.

Each of My Knives Tells Me a Story and Reminds Me of My Kills

My grandpa covered up my first kill. And then he taught me how to become a great killer phone sex bitch. Essentially, he taught me how to get away with murder and when he died, I inherited over 1000 knives from him. But I already amassed quite the collection of my own. And every knife I own tells a story. Sometimes I go down into my dungeon, and I masturbate with one of the knives.

Now don’t misunderstand me. I’m not shoving that knife anywhere. I’m simply holding it and licking it so I can remember the kills associated with that knife. A lot of serial killers take trophies. However, my knives serve as my trophies. Once my tongue goes across that steel blade, I remember vividly each kill I committed with that knife. I relive it and it gives me sexual pleasure. What can I say? I’m a sick bitch.

But I love my knives. They serve as my souvenirs. All I need to do is hold a knife and the memories of all the kills tied to that knife come flooding back. Thanks to my grandpa. I’m a knife, yielding, sadistic phone sex bitch. And I can either use one of my knives on you to create another hot memory or I can let you use my knife on an unsuspecting young girl that we killing mutilate together. Your choice.