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Accomplice phone sex

Accomplice phone sex

 

Good evening everyone. It’s getting late and dark, which makes it the perfect time for you to join me in this accomplice phone sex. I have all these horrifying, yet absolutely delicious thoughts running through my mind. I have so many great ideas, that right now, it’s hard to choose just one.


I usually have more victim and submissive thoughts, but tonight I’m feeling rather sadistic. You’ll help me, won’t you? I’m ready to pick a stranger off the streets and turn them into a screaming victim! They have no idea what’s in store for them tonight.


We go back to an alley way, where all the fun can truly begin. I pull out my knife, and as I hold it up, the curved metal blade glistens in the moonlight. Our victim is on his knees, and when he sees that knife, he starts crying and begging for his life. I just start laughing. So tell me, when you call me tonight to get dark, how does this scenario end?

Bloody phone sex

Bloody phone sexThe truth is I know something is terribly wrong with me. I think I might be a little crazy I’m sure if I dig deep enough I could get to the root of it.I’ve always been told that I’m beautiful or cute but when I looked in the mirror I didn’t see what they saw. All I saw was an ugly pig because that’s how I’ve always felt. Other than being dizzy and nauseous for the most part I distinctly remember how warm the blood was running down my face. I ran to my bedroom mirror and there it was a gushing bloody gash pouring like a faucet. That was my first time seeing who I truly am and it aligned with how I feel. Even the pain of the gash made my pussy wetter than it’s ever been. The deeper I fell into this darkness of evil and taboo adventures. I definitely know what I love and it’s torture and torment. I need to be hurt the craving for blood is so insatiable. Can you feed my need for pain and suffering? I just want to feel alive again.Im your Bloody Phone Sex heaven baby!Torture phone sex

Snuff Porn and Cuddling Results in Your Death Cuz I’m Not Your Girlfriend

snuff pornHe asked me if I wanted to watch snuff porn and cuddle. So, I killed him. It was the cuddle part that made me reactive. The thought of spooning a human being makes me angry. It is no secret that I am a loner and a sick bitch. Never felt the need for romance or coupling. Not my style. Even when I think I meet someone who gets me, they ruin it eventually.

Dave and I had a nice run. We hunted and killed some girls together. He started off as a client. He hired me to kill his stepdaughter who he knocked up. Although most of my clients seem too squeamish to do the killing themselves, David had no problem grabbing a knife and helping me. I gave him a taste for bloody torture sex, and he wanted more. Although I am a loner, I do enjoy killing girls with an accomplice. However, men, I kill all by myself because what I do to a man’s junk leaves most men too sick to participate. Sympathy pains I think, LOL.

Men Do Not Heed My Warnings and End Up Dead and That’s on Them

But David assisted me killing 8 girls. We made several snuff flicks together. Things seemed like they were going well. Then last night after the Super Bowl, he popped in a snuff flick and got romantic. So fucking disappointing. Since I keep a knife always strapped to my body, it was like a knee jerk reaction. He put his arms around me and whispered sweet nothings about falling in love with me.  Like a cat with a furball stuck in its throat, I gagged a bit then stabbed him in the gut.

Fuck. He ruined my couch. And it really went with the rug. Now my favorite couch needed to be burned to get rid of the DNA. Although I do not think he had anyone in his life who would notice he was gone but me, I still burned the couch along with him. Hey, I warned him like I warn all men. I am a sadistic phone sex bitch, not your girlfriend.

Killer phone sex that isn’t hard to find Daddy!

Killer phone sex

Killer phone sex that isn’t hard to find Daddy! Some might say I have a twisted mind and a thirst for blood, but to me, it’s just an insatiable hunger for pleasure. And I am not afraid to admit it. I love offering the hottest and most disturbing fantasies to anyone who is brave enough to call.

I get off on using sharp objects to stab and torture my victims, both physically and mentally. The screams of pain and the fear in their eyes only intensify my pleasure. And when I’m done, I take things to the next level by indulging in some sexy and violent activities with my Daddy!

Together, we get fresh meat and use all kinds of objects to make them squirm. We tease and taunt them, driving them to the brink of madness before finally giving them the ultimate release. Our favorite part is when we get to fuck our victims, and we do it with intensity and insanity. I love seeing the fear and pain in their eyes as we ravage them. And I know daddy loves it too, as he takes control of their mouths while I go to town on their pussy and asshole with my big hunting knives.

 We love seeing blood and sweat mix together as we indulge in our dark desires. And for those who are brave enough, we also offer wild mutilation phone sex. That’s right, we don’t just stop at pain and pleasure, we take it a step further and fulfill your darkest and most twisted fantasies.

So, daddy, if you’re looking for something truly wild and unforgettable, give me a call. I promise to give you the best playtime experience you’ve ever had. But be warned, once you enter my world, there is no turning back. I am ready to fulfill your every desire.

Snuff Phone Sex Means I am Not Your GFE or Your Blowjob Queen

snuff phone sexI work a snuff phone sex line. And I am clear that I am not your girlfriend. Yet, every damn day I get several messages like “Hey, Boo,” or “What color are your panties?” Seriously, you are going to ask a killer Goth chick about the color of her panties. Black, like my heart will be my response going forward.  I am not who you contact when you feel horny. Not unless you want your junk removed. Read my fucking blogs losers. I do not give a virtual blowjob unless you want me to be Lorena Bobbit.  

Since I am clear about who I am and what type of calls I do, I never feel bad for virtually castrating or snuffing a guy out. You do not call a sadistic phone sex bitch for a blowjob. And you don’t call her to be your girlfriend. I am not your GFE. More like your CPE. Castration phone experience. I possess a large collection of testicles and dicks in mason jars in my basement. What is another pair to me?

Call at Your Own Risk. I am Not Your Girlfriend

Now, I do not just do virtual castrations either. Although I grew up on a farm, I prefer to castrate with knives not castration bands like they use on sheep.  I herded a few men Friday night. A bunch of punk college boys came into my Goth bar and began making fun of Goth girls less secure than me. So, I got in their faces, and told them they cannot come into our bar and start hurling insults. They did not take well to a Goth girl telling them what to do.

So, I drugged their beer with the help of the bartender. Since there were 5 of them, I needed help. And I got it. Every Goth chick in the bar helped me in my first ever group castration phone sex experience. One girl restrained the guys for me. Another one took off their pants. The bartender heated up a pan for me to cauterize the wounds. And I went from one loser to the next loser cutting off their balls. It got messy but these losers slept through it all, sadly.

I Prefer My Castration Victims Awake for the Torture

Although I prefer my victims to feel the pain and hear my reasoning for why they deserve to be without balls, we needed to get these guys out of the bar so they would not know where or how they lost their testes. My knockout drug fogs the memory too. The bartender drives a truck, so we piled them up in the truck bed, and dropped them in the park. The bartender erased the camera footage of them entering the bar and rigged the system to look like an older date. You know protection if anyone comes asking if the guys came into this bar. That night was a girl’s night.

I might have some future accomplices with my ladies from my Goth bar. At least for castration. They might not go along with all my other killer activities, LOL. I am not for the faint at heart.

Goth teen phone sex

Goth teen phone sexAs I sit here, gazing at my reflection in the mirror, I can’t help but wonder if there’s something lurking beneath the surface of my seemingly perfect life. Despite the accolades of beauty and the appearance of a happy existence, I’ve always felt unattractive. There’s an unsettling suspicion that something might be amiss within me, a whisper of insanity that I can’t quite shake.

But recently, I’ve discovered a peculiar source of beauty, not from an injury as one might expect, but from a deeper place within myself. This newfound beauty has led me on a twisted journey of self-discovery, one that I initially attempted to suppress.

Knife play phone sexI’ve intentionally inflicted pain on myself, not in the traditional sense of seeking aid, but out of a dark desire for exploration. I’ve been immersed in a realm of self-discovery, one that’s led me to crave external torment and torture. My pursuit of pleasure has transformed into an insatiable thirst for someone to fulfill my darkest fantasies. I yearn for the creation of a sinister playground, one where extreme taboos and dreadful conclusions reign supreme, and where my ultimate, horrifying fantasies can finally be brought to life.

As I delve deeper into this dark abyss, I find myself inextricably entwined in a forbidden kink that I can’t deny. The line between pleasure and pain has become blurred, and I’m questioning my own sanity. But even as I venture into the unknown, I’m drawn to the thrill of it all, the adrenaline rush that comes with stepping into the darkness.

Violent phone sex when evil boss takes contol

 

violent phone sexViolent phone sex fucking on the desk with an evil boss. I never knew his capacity for evil until the first time I was late. It was not my fault that an accident shut down I-95. I tried three different detours to get there, but they were all a shit show and I showed up 30 minutes late to the office. He was standing at the door with an evil smirk on his face. He grabbed me by my neck and grunted, “Get in my office now.”  He lifted my skirt and saw I was pantyless. He took his massive hard cock out of his pants in frustration. He pushed me face down onto his huge desk and spanked my ass until my cheeks were flaming red. I was crying, which he thought was moaning, and shoved his steely thick cock into me hard and said, “Oh, you like that don’t you.” He dumped his massive load into my sore pussy and said, “This is what happens to you when you’re late.” Now, I am late all of the time. 

Knife Play Phone Sex is Sick Girl’s Go To for Fun

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex is my weapon of choice. You can rest assured that I will never kill you with a gun. No fun in that. A gun kills you almost instantly too. You cannot torture with a gun. I mean you cannot torture for long at least. But a knife? Hours, even days of torture with a knife. Plus, a knife is diverse and often not traceable back to you. Unless you use some super rare knife that you purchased. Oh, and when you kill with a knife, no residue on your fingers suggests that you just murdered someone.

You still need to be careful with a knife. If you stab someone in a struggle or feverishly you can slice you own hand. I never stab in the heat of the moment. And I rarely stab someone who can fight me back. I use restraints. And I use drugs too. Since I take my time with the torture sex, subduing my victims is key. Unlike your typical serial killer the only consistent things I do include using a knife and restraining my victim. What knife I use varies. How I use the knife varies. Who I torture and kill varies too.

A Sharp Knife is A Girl’s Best Friend

However, I don’t have a type. But I do kill people who annoy me somehow. I know what you are thinking. Everyone annoys me. That is true, but some annoy me more, like Peter did last night. He grabbed my tit on the subway. Although I rarely ride the subway because I hate people, I was hunting. Just waiting for the right tool to show his true self. I only know his name is Peter from his ID. I stalked him to his home. Watched him and waited for him to be alone. Although I rarely kill in my victim’s home, I made an exception for him.

His wife would come home today and find him castrated and dead. Maybe I did her a favor. I made a mess of her bedroom. He bled all over the white sheets. I suffocated him after I let him bleed for an hour. Left his severed dick and balls on the nightstand with a note that says, “I Just Did You a Huge Favor.” Sure, I do not know her. But she deserves better than some subway groper. The only thing I regret is that I did not film it. Would have been an excellent addition to my snuff porn collection.

Snuff Movies Act Like Foreplay for This Sick Bitch

snuff moviesDo you watch snuff movies and get off? I knew I was a twisted freak when I would masturbate to horror movies like Hostel. The thought of torturing people for pleasure made my cunt drip.  However, I am not your typical sick bitch. I never torture animals. Nature is kind to me. The wild animals that live in the woods around my kill shack help me dispose of the evidence. How could I hurt or kill my best accomplices.

Some man hired me to kill his neighbor’s dog. And I took the job knowing I would never kill that dog. However, I would kill the client. He’s a wuss. I mean he wanted to assassinate a dog because it barks at him. Although I have no doubt, he could have killed the dog himself, I think he hired me, so he had an alibi. But I was not killing that dog.

Animals Make the Best Accomplices for a Sick Bitch

However, I did meet the dog and decided I needed to kill two men. The dog’s abusive owner and the tool who hired me. So, I liberated the pup and he now lives with me. Sweetest pup ever. I took care of the abusive owner first. But I could not lure him away, so I killed him in his home. I disguised myself, broke into his house and made him my snuff porn star. Stabbed him over 100 times. Little carefully place cuts so he would slowly bleed out. I chopped his cock off and brought it home for a treat for the pup.

It’s no secret that I like animals more than people. However, I had to disinfect myself after that kill. The loser was a hoarder. The house looked like something in a horror film. The asshat who hired me, I lured to my cabin in the woods for final payment and a toast to a completed job. I let my new dog kill him. All I said was, “Sick balls,” and he did. Tore his junk off while I gutted him like a pig. My new pup ate his entrails while he was still breathing. How awful would it be to watch your dog eat your guts as you take your last breath?

I Will Kill Anyone Who Abuses an Animal

But the doggie was not the only one feeding off his dying body. I tossed him out in the snow and let the wildlife finish him off. Now, I have another accomplice phone sex partner. A beautiful and loyal Rottweiler. No one will kill this pup, or I will go John Wick on their ass. Any loser who mistreats an animal or tries to kill one, will be the one who dies.  

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Run Amuck in a Tech Savvy World

murder phone sex fantasiesMurder phone sex fantasies run amuck in times like these. I blame social media and smart phones. In this sort of instant world, we have created with everything at our fingertips and a Siri question away, no one has patience anymore. Also, some folks feel emblazoned to say whatever the fuck they want in a text or a comment. They falsely think there will be no repercussions if they do not say what they think to your face.

Not me. This sadistic bitch makes a note of everyone who offends me, and I get my revenge eventually. I have exchanged blows with this one tool for almost a year in a mutual group we belong to. However, he does not live near me. So, I was not sure if my killer phone sex fantasies would ever come true. But dreams do come true when you are patient.

I stalk his social media pages looking for trips he takes for work. And finally, he was nearby. About three hours away. Dumbass posted where he was staying and all his favorite bars and places to eat. Social media makes it easy to stalk your prey. Since he has no clue what I look like or even my real name, it was easy to trap him. I just acted like a woman who wanted to fuck him. Most men let the thought of sex rule their brains over common sense.

Venus Always Gets to Kill Her Man Eventually

I disguised my looks, and when we were back in his hotel room, I gave him a shot of Fentanyl. Just a little bit to subdue him and prevent him from screaming when I carved him up. I do not often kill anywhere but my kill shack, so I had to plan this out carefully, so I did not get caught. But I am a good planner. I knew where the cameras were in the hotel ahead of time, so I could hide my face from them.

Castration phone sex in a hotel room is never ideal, but this bully of a man needed a lesson learned. And since he lives on the opposite coast, I did not have any other choice but to do it this way. I guess he is a lightweight because he never woke up. I did still cut off his cock and his balls, but I did not gut him like a pig. Too much of a risk I would cut myself in the process and leave some DNA behind.

When you take a man’s family jewels the kill looks personal. So, they look at ex-girlfriends first. I have no connection to this loser. I traveled 3 hours to kill him. And I disguised myself. He did die. Not sure if it was from shock and blood loss or from the Fentanyl. But I do not care. He is dead. This marked the first time I killed a man and left the body behind. Normally I get rid of all the evidence. But the loser is dead, and I can rejoice. Now, to work on the other assholes who made my naughty list. Perhaps, you are on my list.