Category: Knife play phone sex

Strangulation Phone Sex Where Layla Enjoys Being Choked Out

Strangulation Phone SexSteam clouds the bathroom, wrapping me in warmth as the water slides over my skin. I’m lost in the rhythm of the shower when a sharp noise makes me freeze… a soft creak of the floorboards. My pulse jumps, and a wicked shiver runs through me. My heart races, but it’s not fear… it’s excitement, tingling, hot, and delicious.

I bite my lip, imagining him… the intruder… mask hiding his face, hands tracing just the outline of my body. I gasp softly and think about the way we played earlier, how even the fantasy of him teasing me brings the memory of Strangulation Phone Sex to life, making me wetter, shivering, aching for more. Every step he takes sends a thrill curling through me, every imagined touch igniting me from head to toe.

I let out a soft moan when he presses against me, careful, teasing, letting me feel his weight behind me. My hands wander over myself as I tremble, imagining every teasing brush of his hands, every touch that makes me moan into the steam. I tilt my head back, lips parted, letting my body arch, needing, wanting more.

The tension coils tighter as he whispers filthy, naughty things only I can hear… words that make me shiver and whimper, imagining his hands everywhere, teasing me, making me tremble. I moan low, needy, loving every second, letting the fantasy play out as if it’s real, letting myself melt against him.

I imagine him gripping me tighter, pressing me against the wall of the shower, teasing, making me shiver, moan, beg. My breaths are fast, shallow, broken by soft, dirty little gasps. Every imagined touch, every whisper, every hot, teasing movement makes me ache, desperate, dripping, lost in the lust of it all.

I arch, quivering, imagining him pulling me closer, holding me just enough to drive me insane, letting me come undone under the weight of the fantasy. My moans fill the shower, echoing, urgent and raw, soft little cries of pleasure that only belong to him… and me.

I then give in to him loving the way he chokes my neck roughly, he knows exactly how I like it and why it makes my pussy super wet. I lean back under the water, imagining him slipping away, leaving me hot, dripping, craving, and desperate for the next time we play, knowing this wicked little fantasy is ours to replay, again and again.

 

Killer Phone Sex with Layla Craving Your Attention and Rules

Killer Phone Sex

The house is too quiet, and every sound feels louder than it should. I move slowly, barefoot on cold floors wearing only a t-shirt with no panties, heart racing because I know you’re close. You always pretend you’re here to hurt me, to scare me, to test how far I’ll go before I break. This is Killer phone sex, and even thinking about you crossing my threshold makes my body react before my mind can catch up.

I should be terrified. I am terrified. But the fear curls into something warmer, heavier, pooling low and making my knees weak. I hate how much I crave your attention, how much I melt when you set rules and act like you don’t care what happens to me. You play cruel because it’s safer than admitting you feel something real.

I stand there, breathing shallow, imagining your presence filling the room. You’d move slow, controlled, pretending you’re dangerous while fighting the urge to touch me gently instead. I feel exposed, watched, powerless… and I love it. The tension makes my skin buzz, makes me ache for you to come closer even as I’m scared you will.

I whisper your name like it’s a mistake, like saying it might summon you. I know you’d tell me to be quiet, to behave, to stop looking so tempting. You’d hate how badly you want me, how hard it is to keep pretending this is just a game.

I crave the way you make me feel trapped and chosen at the same time. I crave the rules, the fear, the heat of knowing you’d never really hurt me… even if you try to convince yourself you could. The thought of you ripping my guts apart makes my pussy super wet. 

Knowing how you stalk me through my window, and sometimes sneak in my house while I shower, blows my mind to pieces. I stand there shaking, wet, breathless, waiting. Not for violence. For you to finally stop pretending you don’t love me.

Bloody Phone Sex Christmas is Here

bloody phone sexFor me, it’s not Christmas without some bloody phone sex. I like to put the red in Christmas. One of my favorite things to do this time of year is murder folks who do not understand the spirit of Christmas. And nowadays, I encounter scrooges left and right. Mother nature blessed us with white fluffy snow. And I find it erotic when I can go 80s slasher on some Scrooge in the snow. I love watching an asshole or a cunt bleed out in the white fluffy snow.

So, the setting seemed right, but I needed to find someone to kill. And that was much easier than I expected. I met a Karen. A stuck-up cunt who tried to fight a woman in Target for the last of some creepy ass looking doll.

Something very unsettling about her. She came into a Target in designer clothes and a bag that probably cost more than all the employees combined make in a month. And she acted superior. Grabbed the doll right out of a woman’s hand and then tossed her some money like that would make it OK.

Usually, I hunt for women like this at Walmart because that store brings out the ugly in everybody. I stopped into Target because of Starbucks. I just wanted a strong black coffee before I started hunting for my snuff porn star. But I found my victim right out of the gate.

This World is Full of Too Many Grinches

I keep a kill kit in my trunk along with a few disguises. So, I’m always prepared when I meet somebody who needs to die. I followed her in her big ass Denali. God she’s an awful driver. Distracted driver. She was fucking texting the entire time. Her driving almost caused a couple accidents. The self-entitled bitch really needed to die.

But I needed to be careful. I could not impulse kill her as much as I wanted because she lived in a fortress. However, I spent an entire night in my car, parked down the street watching that house. And I figured out a way to get in without being caught on camera. One of my many skills involves knowing how to bypass alarm systems. She appeared to be in that house alone. Perfect. I broke in the next night and drugged her with chloroform. Then I dragged her out into her backyard in all that fluffy snow.

I staged the crime scene to look like a robbery. Plus, a sexual assault by putting a condom on a dildo and tearing her nightgown. Sadly, she the chloroform put her in a deep sleep when I murdered her in the snow. But with neighbors on either side of her big ass privacy fences, I could not risk her screaming. Sure, I probably should’ve taken her to my kill shack or my dungeon, but I needed this to look like a robbery gone bad. This time of year, folks break into wealthy homes all the time.

Some Cunts Just Deserve to Die

I also needed to restrain myself from eviscerating her. Overkill looks personal and I needed this to look like a robbery gone wrong. So, I simply slit her throat. And I watched her unconscious body bleed out into the snow. And it looked beautiful. Her warm crimson blood began to melt the snow around her body.

She never knew why I murdered her. And I do like my victims understanding why they deserved killer phone sex. But I did my best with the situation. I know nothing about this woman other than she’s an awful cunt. She got what she deserved.

And I will always kill bitches like that. However, I prefer to make them suffer a lot longer than this bitch did. But one less grinch this Christmas. So, I’ll take it as a win. I mean, I did get to see her beautiful blood spill out of her awful body into that pure white snow. And that will live rent free in my mind forever.

Home Invasion Phone Sex with Layla Loving Her Space Invaded

Home Invasion Phone SexThe door swings open and I freeze, already trembling. Home invasion phone sex had always been my favorite, but this time it felt sharper, rougher, exactly what I craved.

He steps in, smirking, eyes scanning me like I’m property he can claim at any second. “You’ve been waiting for me, haven’t you?” he says.

“Yes,” I whisper, dropping to my knees instantly, because this is what I’m good at and I don’t fight it anymore.

He laughs, low and dangerous, and grabs my hair, tilting my face toward him. “You really will let me do whatever I want, won’t you?”

“Yes,” I gasp, trembling. “Anything.”

He enjoys it… the way I lean into him, the way I give up control, letting him see exactly how much I want to be taken advantage of. Every gasp, every whimper, every shiver is proof I belong here, in this chaos, in his hands.

“Look at you,” he says, shaking his head. “So greedy, so weak… and you love it.”

“Yes,” I whisper. “I love it. Don’t stop.”

He smirks and keeps me on my knees, laughing softly as I stay there, marked and trembling, desperate for more. I let him guide me, humiliate me, push me, and I lean into it because this is what I want… even if I shouldn’t.

Scared but enticed, I’m gasping, flushed, and completely used. I stay kneeling, quiet and grateful, letting him enjoy exactly what he’s taken.

I don’t need to be special. I don’t need to be cared for. I just need this… the control, the roughness, the feeling of being consumed.

And as long as I stay like this… helpless, greedy, and obedient… I don’t lose a thing.

Castration Phone Sex Equals a Christmas with No Jingle Bells

castration phone sexDo you need castration phone sex for Christmas? Let me ask you something. Do you deserve your balls because so many men don’t. And for myriad reasons too. Some men don’t deserve their testicles because they cannot use their dicks for good. They spike women’s drinks and they sexually assault women when they tell them no. Predators like that do not deserve their balls.

Some guys just let all that testosterone make them an asshole. They think somehow their dick entitles them to say, do and act anyway they want. Nope. Men like that do not deserve to keep their testicles either.

But the biggest offense I find is sporting a tiny dick. If you’re all potatoes with no meat, will you really notice that your balls are gone anyway. In fact, it might make your tiny dick look even bigger. Not that it will help because you won’t get fucked without the potatoes but at least then you can say you sport a clit instead of a dick.

Believe it or not many men seek out my assistance for cock and ball torture sex. They want to castrate themselves, but they lack the strength to do it. And I get it. Inflicting pain on yourself most people struggle with. So why struggle when a statistic bitch like me can remove your junk for free. Or at a cost. Likely I give more free castrations than I do paid ones, but I never turn down a man willing to pay me to do something that needs to be done anyway.

Lets Remove Your Jingle Bells This Christmas

Tim found my ad on the darknet and sent me a text on my burner phone. Told me all about his tiny dick and his inability to bring pleasure to any woman. He wants to live his life as a sissy or even a woman, but he needs his big hairy balls removed.

I understood the assignment. And I told him my fee would be $5000, and he sent me the money immediately. Although I prefer cash I do take Venmo. He put merry Christmas in the memo with a pair of jingle bells and I burst out laughing. He would ring in the new year with no jingle bells.

So, I castrated him last night. Tied him down to my castration chair, which is an old death row chair that I repurposed. Because he paid me and he did not try to cancel our agreement, I made it quick and as painless as possible. And I cauterized the wound immediately. He did bleed. And he did pass out from the pain.

But I immediately cauterized the wound so he would not bleed out. Immediately it looked better. For somebody with such a tiny dick, his balls looked like church bells. Now he just sports a clit stick. He got what he wanted for Christmas. No jingle bells. No more erections. And no more disappointing women. So, would you like to ring in the new year without balls too? Make it a taboo phone sex holiday.

Snuff Movies are Fucking Hot, Wanna Die for me?

Snuff MoviesSnuff Movies are the ultimate taboo thing that gets this teen pussy off hard. Growing up I watched Faces of death with my Daddy, It was an old set of movies that My Grandpa Showed him. I remember getting excited watching a horse quarter a man. My Little cunny just flooded, and I got so warm and tingly. The Bloodier and gorier the better.

I’m a Total Gore Whore

Even watching autopsies and gory medical procedures excites me. That cold dead slab of skin on a table, all settled with rigor mortis makes me crave to feel an Ice cold cadaver cock inside my warm wet cunt. I remember this one scene in the Faces of death movie that I watched on replay. It was this man all strapped down, restrained to a table. His Limbs were splayed out, and tied or chained to a table. He was groaning and pleading.  That made me wet, hearing him whine and beg.

Then from off screen this big guy appears wearing a gas mask. He is holding a hacksaw. The sun glints off the little blade. You see him walk up to the head of the table and knock the shit out of the guy. Blood splatters from his mouth, and he is just drooling bloody spit from the corners of his mouth. Masked guy starts sawing up at the restrained guys bicep. His moans turn to screams as he saws away at his flesh.

My eyes wide and never blinking

The masked man repeated sawing away at each limb, leaving uneven bloody stumps, that resembled chopped hamburger meat. He was still talking and pleading as he sawed his final limb off. My hand was deep in my panties at this point. Just when I thought it was over I notice that his cock is hard. Then the masked man re appears and grabs the mans hair, and starts hack sawing his head off.

I finger fucked myself so much watching that. I remember the playback button having the emblem wore off from how many times I replayed that one scene. I would have loved to ride his hard dick as the light went dim in his eyes.

A Christmas choke out, cum guzzling fun

Evil phone sex

I desire to be ravaged and torn. A submissive slut seeking out with no problems running into trouble. I always have a few men I can run to when I’m feeling down during the holidays and fantasize about getting tortured to stop the family tears. Deadbeat parents haven’t cum around in years, other than to fuck the shit out of me. I need some pushing, beating, I need to be as red as Santa when he cums flying into  town.

Your the sick fuck I call, and you never say no. With your work bench in your tool shed always ready to roll. Leather straps, knives, body parts and skulls. The best holiday cheer a worthless submissive bitch can ask for.

Always wearing your leather apron to keep yourself clean from my blood cum you strap me down. Dressed as Santa this year you  start choking me without any lead up. It seems you’ve got some anger inside and your ready to release your sick fucking beast.

I can tell by your eyes and the mountain growing between your legs you’ve been waiting for this day. I’m whimpering and moaning not knowing what’s to cum especially when you have that chainsaw plugged in. I’m hoping to make it to New Years but my fears may be true.

You sick fuck love teasing me with your knife play. 

You turned that saw for back ground noise as you ran that sharp knife you love so much up my naked body. I’m quivering and shaking for the cold. My itty bitty titty’s got their head lights on beaming for the clamps you put on me.

Shoving your fingers in my ass and tight bald seeping wet snatch at the same time, rapidly fucking me yelling at me to “move those hips bitch!”

Knife play phone sex

I’m thrusting up and down keeping an fearful eye on that knife. Slowly you cut me on my stomach. Sharp as fuck you start to carve your name above my little groin. “Paul, and don’t you forget cunt”. Blood running down my gaping wet widened pussy covering my thighs and legs I couldn’t feel how god damn deep you went.

Jacking your sick shaft off under your blood soaked leather apron you watched your name appear permanently on me. “Your my slave now cunt!” as your cock starts to burst thick dark spunk all over my face. As your smearing yourself all over my eyes, nose and mouth you give me a final submissive spit to the face. “Merry Christmas”.

Snuff Sex is the Perfect Christmas Gift

snuff sexI’m all about a snuff sex Christmas. Let’s just say that I think a few folks do not deserve to be alive on Christmas Day. Perhaps you could consider me an evil Santa Claus. But in my mind, I’m helping society. I’m making the world a better place. One of my favorite things to do this time of year involves porch pirates. I’m sure you’re familiar with the term. Losers who decide to steal other people’s packages for Christmas. I consider them to be the grinches or the scrooges not me.

My local news reported a porch pirate ring, but I knew there had to be a ringleader. If I cut the head off the snake, the rest becomes useless. So, I set up a trap to be able to catch who’s pulling the strings. And the trap turned out to be easy. I just ordered myself a bunch of Amazon shit and left it on the porch. I hid my ring in a non-obvious place to be able to catch the culprit without the culprit knowing that I caught him or her on camera.

And once I caught this bitch, she became a snitch immediately. Pissed herself too, so I killed her. I got what I needed from her. And I gave the wildlife behind my house a holiday meal. Her mother-in-law turned out to be the leader. She couldn’t wait to give her up. A middle-class woman who lives in a nice neighborhood does not need to be stealing packages or running a small crew of porch pirates. She’s killing the Christmas spirit not me. So, I thought she deserved some killer phone sex.

I’m The Grinch Who Saved Christmas

I lured her way almost as easily as I did her daughter-in-law. But this bitch did not receive a quick death. She didn’t deserve it. This bitch did not need to steal other people’s presents. Plus, according to the dead daughter-in-law, she blackmailed everybody in her family into doing her dirty work. So, she deserved a slow, torturous death. And I consider that my specialty.

I’m sure that bitch and her family consider me the Grinch who stole Christmas. But everybody else knows the real Grinch was her. I carved her up like a Christmas turkey. First, I carved porch pirate across her chest, slicing off her nipples too. Then I plunged the knife into her belly button. If you do it just right, you can watch them attempt to keep their insides from spilling out of the open wound.

I made sure this bitch knew what she stood trial for. And why I prolonged her agony. Her actions had consequences. All actions have consequences. And her consequence left her gutted like a pig. I loved watching her take her final breath and every labored breath before that last one too. I may be a statistic phone sex bitch, but I’m the Grinch that saved Christmas. Just nobody will know that but us.

Castration Phone Sex Games Can Get Wild!

Castration Phone Sex

Castration phone sex games are so much fun! I love tying up a submissive man and telling him how much i’m going to torture his cock. I start off by wrapping a thin twine of rope around the base of his cock and tie up his balls nice and tight making the bulge out. When I pull the rope tight his balls turn a deep purple color and I laugh at him as he moans in pain. I mock him and ask if he’s tired of these castration phone sex games and give his cock another strong tug. Then I gently run the tip of my knife up his cock and laugh at him evilly.

Knife Play Phone Sex

I bite the bottom of my lips as the first small drop of blood trickles down my knife. I whisper to him that I’m Going to do a knife phone sex game as I start to cut away his cock and giggle as he whimpers. when its cut away I pull off His balls with a twist and a yank. Then I close the wound with a red hot blade making his skin sizzle and seal. I tell him he’s a bitch and I’m going to make him eat his sausage and balls tonight. I laugh as i leave him tied up to the bed.

Kidnapping Phone Sex with Layla Makes Her Beg for More

Kidnapping Phone SexKidnapping Phone Sex always gets dirtier when I slip into my favorite fantasy. The one where I let them take me, where I let myself get “captured,” tied up, kept on my knees, and used until my whole body feels owned. I don’t fight it. I choose it. I crave it. I step into that room already wet, already ready, already wanting to be nothing but their filthy nigger slut.

I always act like I’m being dragged in… but the truth? I practically walk myself inside. The second the door shuts, I drop to my knees because that’s where I belong. I love the way they circle me, touch my chin, tell me I’m their pretty little toy. I keep my eyes low, not because I’m scared… but because it turns me on to pretend I am. That fake trembling, that dirty “yes sir,” that soft gasp when they grab my hair… God, it makes me melt.

I live for the way they talk to me. The way they tell me I look better on all fours. The way they make me open my mouth and stick my tongue out like I’m begging for whatever they feel like giving. I stay on my knees so long my legs go numb, but I don’t move until they tell me to. I don’t want to. I want to be their little cum collector. Their Layla. Their obedient slut who pretends she was “taken,” but deep down she’s the one who begged for it.

And the way they use me? I love every fucking second. My pussy stays swollen because I spread it the moment they walk in. My throat stays raw because I let them hold my head and feed me. My belly stays full because I don’t let a single drop spill. I want all their cum in me, on me, running down my chest while I smile like the happiest captive they ever had.

They “keep” me, but really… I keep myself here. I stay because I love being the fantasy girl who never gets tired, never says no, never stops begging for more. I love pretending I’m trapped while they ruin me over and over. I love sinking into the role until I forget where the fantasy ends and the pleasure begins.

I’m Layla, their willing kidnapped slut… and I’ll stay on my knees as long as they want, collecting every drop they give me and begging for more.