Category: Knife play phone sex

Snuff Porn Audition

snuff pornI had a snuff porn audition this week. I needed the money. I have been trying to get more accomplice gigs, but the rent was due, and I was behind already. I needed a couple grand, and I needed it quickly. The snuff industry pays well. Well, maybe not well for what you must endure, but it is decent enough pay. And the money is cash under the table. Instant money. The director seemed to think I was perfect for whatever it was he had in mind. He told me it was a horror snuff film. I love horror flicks. I always wanted to be a scream queen, and this was my chance. I let out some blood curdling screams and got the part. I would be the star of his next snuff sex porn. It was violent and gory. Just up my ally too. I assumed it would be all simulated like most snuff flicks, but apparently the reason the money was so good is because it was a realistic snuff film.

It was a Little Red Riding Hood theme. They dressed me up just like her with a basket and everything. What I was not prepared for, however, was a man with daggers for fingernails and sharp teeth to jump me. Most snuff flicks are unscripted for a better sense of reality. I was in the fight for my life. The guy’s wolf costume was so realistic and the teeth and fingernails so real too and oh so sharp. When he attacked me, I bled. He sliced my skin. I got so scared. Was I going to die? I love a hot roleplay phone sex call, but then this was not so much roleplay as it was snuff. I ran for my life when I realized whoever this was in a wolf outfit meant me real harm. And he did. I was bleeding from several gashes in my arms and face. I was so scared; I ran right out of the studio and never got my money. I do not think I would have survived if I had stayed anyway.

Accomplice Phone Sex or You are My Victim: No In-between

accomplice phone sexI love accomplice phone sex calls. Men have one of two places in my life. They can be my victims, or they can be my accomplices. There is no gray area in between. I am a black and white kind of girl. Emotions fuck everything up, so I do not have any. When I met Mike in a fetish CBT club, I knew he was my victim. Sure, he was handsome. He appeared to have money. But that sort of thing does not get to me like most women. Most girls see a handsome, rich man and they lose their shit. They do whatever it takes even being something they are not to be his girlfriend. Not me. Nope. I am not fooled by shallow things. Men are my accomplices or my victims. Since Mike was in a CBT club, I knew either he had small cock or he was submissive to women, likely both. So, his money and looks meant nothing to me. I could mutilate his junk with some torture sex without a second thought. And I did. He had a small willy. One that would not have been any use to me. Not sure it was of much use to anyone actually. Well, now there are no cock and balls. He wanted the torture. I think he thought I would just trample his junk in a pair of high heels like most dominant women. I am not like most anyone. I do what I want to whom I want and when and where I want. Sure, I had on some spiked heels and trampled his worthless nut sack until I popped a nut. I used my knife for the rest. I violated the club’s policy of no weapons, but I do things my way and only my way. I used my big old knife that I use for castration phone sex calls. I severed his cock from his balls and mutilated his junk. I mean it was of no use to me or any woman anyway.

Castration Phone Sex Hotline

Castration phone sex

Some men are just better off without a cock, and I’m just the girl who’s more than happy to help you depart from your phallus friend. However I must warn you, it’s quite painful and bloody! Undergoing your castration with me is not something you should go into lightly. Although you will get what you want. I’m simply using you to satiate my own sick twisted desire to cut into flesh however I please. 

With my assortment of blades, I’ll never get bored on my castration phone sex hotline here. I got it all from the shiny, smooth but incredibly sharp katana blade, to the rusty jagged used-up butter knife. I personally love my many serrated blades, from a tiny little pocket knife to a large serrated sword. So many options, sometimes I wished I didn’t have to just stop at removing your penis. Perhaps you will allow me to cut more? Or maybe I’ll just decide to take more…and more…until every last piece of you is nothing but scraps!

Snuff Movies And Snuff Porn Surprise

I decided to volunteer to take care of old folks, this time I had an old gentleman who seemed to hate women. He told me I looked like a whore he would have put underneath the house.

Snuff movies

I just thought he was a crazy old man. When he was taking a nap, I found a box full of old family tapes. I figured I would watch them to see how he used to be when he was young. As soon as I started watching it I realized it was homemade Ass sex porn. I kept watching and it started getting very sadistic. I realized it was not family movies he had made; it was Snuff movies and Snuff porn. On there he was having sex with dead bodies. I could see him running his knife across their skin, as he was deep in their asshole. I could see one of the scenes he was fucking her asshole while strangulating her, her body shook and i could see she no longer was moving. My cunt started dripping as I watched this homemade Snuff porn. I stuck my hand in my pants and started fingering my cunt as i watched a young slut get some torture sex. As I was cumming I heard a voice say now I can use you as my accomplice. I have been needing to make a new Snuff porn.

Snuff Phone Sex Bitch Does Not Need You

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex is what I do best. I am on a snuff site for a reason. I am not everyone’s cup of tea. I do not care if you have a big cock. I do not care if you have money. I do not care if you “love” Goth girls. I do not want to date you. I do not want to fuck you either. I do not have much use for humans. I am a loner. I do not need relationships. I do not need friends and I do not need a man in my life. I can take care of myself. I have only two uses for men: accomplice or victim. Anytime a man comes on to me I must explain that he can be my victim or my accomplice, but I do not want to date a man or be in any kind of a relationship with a man other than to kill him, castrate him or hunt with him. Terrance thought I was joking. He has been hitting on me for months now. We met at a Goth bar. I did not give him my phone number, but he managed to get not only my phone number, but my address too by bribing his cousin who works at the DMV. He confessed. He thought I was playing hard to get. I do not play games. I say no, no it is. He found himself on the wrong side of some CBT torture sex. The only way to handle a man who thinks he can conquer a woman or take what he wants because a woman is playing games, needs to lose his cock and / or balls. No cock, no balls, no sexual urges. No need to act like an asshole. Some men have way too much ego and testosterone like Terrance. No way I was the first woman he stalked and harassed. But I will be the last because Terrance is a eunuch now. I took his balls with a rusty knife and cauterized the wound with a hot frying pan. I wanted it to hurt. I wanted him to have a constant reminder that he cannot prey on women who want nothing to do with him. Most guys must pay for castration phone sex. Terrance got it for free.

The Rise And Fall Of Dawn

Accomplice phone sex

 

Sure, accomplice phone sex sounds great, but the one time I tried to take on a trainee and make a twisted little mentee in my image, it went horribly wrong!  I thought I could create a cute and cum thirsty killer just like me, but, boy, was I wrong.

I was on the prowl one night when I came upon a big piece of property with a small little house on it and an old shed tucked way out in the back forty.  I lurked in the shadows and crossed along the perimeter of the land until I reached the out building, where I could hear muffled screams coming from the inside.  I quietly dashed over to the door and slowly slid it open to find it was a makeshift bedroom obviously set up for abuse and torture.  The target of all of that pain was laying shackled to a bed with big, greasy fuck pig on top of her, rough humping and pushing her face hard into the mattress.

The flashbacks to my past were staggering but fueled my instantaneous rage.  I jumped on that jackass like a jungle cat and started stabbing him in the neck over and over again until he gurgled and spurted and collapsed on top of the captive girl.  I pushed him off of her, unlocked her blood-slick shackles and quickly absconded with her into the darkness.

Of course I felt bad for her so I took her under my wing and brought her into my lethal life of sex, drugs and severe sadism.  I even told her to pick a new name for her new life, just like I did, and, after a little deliberation, she went with “Dawn.”  She was into all of it, didn’t even freak out in any of the weird rooms in my house of horrors!  Dawn took to kidnapping, torture and using whatever lousy fuck she wanted to please her pretty little pussy with no problem.  She took to her new life with vigor and extreme violence.  And that was kind of the problem.  She was a little too into it and way too into me.

Sure, we were lovers, we did a lot of fucking together.  That wasn’t the issue.  She didn’t just want to be with me, she wanted to BE me.  We would plan a simple stalking or subway throat slashing and then Dawn would go off on her own and do it before our agreed upon scheduled time.  Also, every festering little fuck pig we brought home she would take control of the situation and have all of the fun with them herself.  Like she would edge me out of the situation and cut all of the juiciest spots or fuck all of the biggest cocks herself and try to just leave me with some sliced up and bloodied bodies and a bunch of limp dicks!  I was not having it.

The fuck straw that broke the killer camel’s back was when I found her in my bed wearing my lingerie and fucking the corpse of a guy I actually liked.  He didn’t deserve that, he was one of the good ones.  But, in true Jennifer Jason Leigh style, she didn’t like that he and I had any sort of friendly connection for one reason or another so she put a stop to it.  So I put a stop to her.

Sometimes you can’t get close enough to a person, either to have a real connection with them or to simply kill them.  So, when you’ve failed to successfully assimilate them into your lurid life and if you don’t want to risk what they might do to you if they manage to get their hands on you, in that case of having absolutely, positively no other choice at all, I bring out my .45 ACP.  I might not have been able to trust the crazy cunt I created, but I can always trust my Colt.  

Poor Dawn didn’t have a chance.  Truthfully, I should’ve known better.  Sure, we started out the same, but Willow was created and crafted by the dark, but Dawn was created by Willow.  Kind of like a copy of a copy.  I’m an imperfect being, nothing I do will ever be perfect.  But I guarantee you I’ll never try to teach an abused bitch how to be me, ever again.

 

Mutilation Phone Sex Means Fun with Your Cock and Balls for Me

mutilation phone sexMutilation phone sex takes all kinds of forms. I am a cock mutilator by trade. I loved to ruin a man’s junk just because I can. I carve up little sluts too, but that is mostly for profit. Castration and cock and ball mutilation is for personal pleasure. I am not one of those women who believes men rule the world. There are plenty of men who do not deserves their cocks or the balls. I am not talking about perverts who diddle little ones. I am talking about chronic masturbators. Men who try to force their tiny dicks on grown women like me. I am talking about tools who think they can dominate a woman just because they have balls. Balls are not some badge of honor and they do not give you certain rights. In fact, I will argue that balls are a privilege not a right, and therefore your privilege can be revoked whenever I want.

I revoked Lawrence’s balls. He is a fucking neighborhood loser with a tiny dick. A peeping Tom. He also drugs women’s drinks to take advantage of them at community events and parties. I put an end to all that. I cannot have a major creeper in my community continuing to violate women. He needed some free castration phone sex. Oh, he paid but not with money, LOL. I drugged him at a neighborhood block party. I usually am not very neighborly, but this loser needed put in his place forever. I switched his drink with the drink he laced to give to some unsuspecting woman. When he was acting drunk, I escorted him home along with a few neighborhood women who wanted some revenge. It is called Karma, Lawrence. You cannot drug women and fuck them and expect nothing to come back on you. He met Karma that night. He was intoxicated but coherent enough to know what was going on. Coherent enough to feel the pain of several women giving him back what he is ode tenfold. Torture sex does not even describe what us girls did to his junk. We carved our names into the flesh of his cock. We severed his balls. We anally tortured him with household objects. And we made him a eunuch. He will no longer be slipping women mickies to take advantage of him. Karma always comes back to you guys, and if I find out about your predatory behavior, I will bring Karma to you sooner.

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.

Snuff Phone Sex with a Taboo Bitch

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex is what I do. It is clear in my blogs and my bio. Some dickwad called me last night with honey this and baby that. He wanted to fuck me. Like romantic girlfriend experience shit. I do not do that. I am not your girlfriend. I will never be anyone’s girlfriend. I do not need a man to get off. They make toys for women like me. I do not do well with baby talk and stupid shit like cuddling. I am a loner. I like it that way. So, when Charlie called me for the girlfriend experience, I thought he was purposefully pushing my boundaries so I would react. Turns out, Charlie was just stupid. He got a call last night, but not the one he wanted. Or at least the one he thought he wanted. Once I gave him my best castration phone sex role play, he was down to let me abuse him. He had never met a bitch like me. I hear that almost daily. Lots of women need men. They pretend to be something they are not to get a loser. They use catfish filters and change who they are for some dickwad who will cheat on them or emotionally abuse them. I do not get it. But I also do not get men who want to make a woman something she is not. I mean why would Charlie try to make a sadistic bitch who loves knives more than men, his girlfriend. Now that I removed his testicles free of charge, he is probably wondering the same thing. Although he was shocked and not at all willing in the beginning, he cannot stop thinking about me. That is because I am often the first woman to step up and but a guy in his place. I am no June Clever. I will not ever be some doting housewife who cooks and cleans. I am the taboo phone sex psycho who castrates, tortures, force fucks and kills. Do I sound like your kind of woman?

Never Undestimate a Killer Phone Sex Bitch

killer phone sexKiller phone sex is what I do best. I am a sick bitch trapped inside a 5’2 115lb body. Do not let my size fool you. I am a mean and sadistic bitch. I am stronger than I look. Men always underestimate me and that never goes well for them. I was in a murderous mood earlier in week. It does not take much to set me off honestly. This guy was out of his league hitting on me. Some nerdy white boy loser with a fetish for Goth girls. I see it all the time at the Goth and Steam Punk bars I frequent. This guy, however, was someone I knew. Not personally but I knew of him. I have long wanted to kill him, or at least give him a healthy dose of castration phone sex. He is a guy who put up revenge porn on a few girls who dissed him. He is a hacker. He never dated these women because they had higher standards. He just hacked their phones and found pictures to use. This was over ten years ago. He put them up on that now defunct site Is Anyone Up? It got pulled because consent was rarely given for the photos used. I never knew this guy but several women I know all had awful experiences with him, some even when they were just young teen girls. This guy was a pervert, a predator and a loser. And he walked right into my hands and underestimated my powers. I played drunk because that is what he wanted. Predators always go after the drunk chicks. Easy prey to them. But he was the easy prey, not me.  Alone, in his apartment, I cut off his cock. I was going to just make him a eunuch, but he had rape fantasies he was trying to explore with me. Nope. He did not think I would have a sharp knife tied to my thigh. I grabbed it and sliced his cock off before his pathetic short stack could worm its way inside my pussy. He bled a lot. Cried a lot too. He deserved it though. This was torture sex karma. Not only is karma a bitch, but I am too. Never underestimate me.