Category: Knife play phone sex

Castration Phone Sex is What I Love Because I am a Sadist Not Your GFE

castration phone sexIt is no secret that I love castration phone sex. I am clear about being sadistic. I am not your typical phone sex operator. I am not here to blow your cock or let you fuck me in the ass. I am not here to be your therapist or GFE either. You are my victim or my accomplice. There is no gray area in between. I find men mostly useless to me. Yet every day, I have to whack some guy’s junk off because he cannot read or he cannot listen. You try to fuck me, or you try to spoon me or show me typical affection, I go crazy and not in a good way. Just ask Josh. He thought I would satisfy his Goth girl fetish. Not my job. I am here for dark fantasies not romance. I am a sadist. That is just fact. A sociopath too. I do not care if you good looking and rich. Nor do I care that you paid $2 bucks a minute to get off. There are plenty of women here that do BJ calls or typical fuck calls. This is a snuff phone sex site. If you are looking for love, well you are looking for love in all the wrong places. Josh got castrated with a rusty blade for trying to fuck me. He kept calling me honey and baby, and that kind of puerile talk just pisses me off. I made Josh think I would suck his worthless pecker, and I cut it off instead. The balls too. I had to make a point. I had to emasculate him permanently. I do not care if you pay $1,000 a minute, you are not treating me like your paid whore. I carved Josh up like a side of beef, making sure to inflict the most painful torture sex I could. Josh had to pay for his stupidity. Don’t be like Josh.

Bloody phone sex with the highest bidder my Master could find.

Bloody phone sexMy master isn’t very selective on who he gives me to for horrendously bloody phone sex. If they can pay and manage to impress him even al little bit, I find myself sold off for a short while like a tool or electronic you can rent at a store. It’s degrading, I belong to master, he deserves my attention and I his! If it was up to me I’d spend all day and night cradling his balls while ensuring his every whim and fancy are tended to. He’d be in his own paradise. Unfortunately it’s not up to me, I have to give my beautiful body to random men, and sometimes those men are like this. Sometimes those men tie me down with metal rope – chains – and don’t care that they’re too tight and are digging into my evil phone sex skin. Sometimes those men are really rough with my bare ass, spanking it hard enough to make it loud. My insides always shift when that happens, squelching a little and forcing a moan from my lips. I don’t like it when that happens, but just like being rented out I don’t get a choice at what my evil body decides to do to my wills and whims. I’m not just a slave to master, I’m a slave to this cursed conditioning and all the lewd ways it makes me a toy to the highest bidder. It doesn’t take me long once I’m tied down and being roughed up to get me gushing and my cheeks red. I’m a blushy girl for a lovely evening on a stone table with a ritual knife. Knife play phone sex actually really gets me going, I love the feeling of my skin being separated while I’m blindfolded and don’t even get a warning. Pain is invigorating and almost makes me forget that I’m not with master making his night a fantasy.

Killer Phone Sex Queen Aria Kills This Fetish!

Killer phone sex

I have this fantasy where I have some killer phone sex. It starts our soft and sweet then works into being something more murderous. With me, everything is to the extreme. So, don’t call me expecting something simple and pathetic because I wont do it. I expect hardcore and rough, not some soft mushy gooey lovey dovey stuff.

I expect murder and forced sex and extreme age play. Everything has to be so hot and extreme that it makes me melt. I expect only the best, because I give nothing but the best. I want hot murderous sex. The kind that you have to beg and plead and ask permission to proceed.

I am the ruler and mistress of this fantastical fantasy play, and you are simply my follower who will do as I ask and play my knife games with me. Will you drown in your own blood? Or will you drown in someone else’s, your pets? The one you played with so hardcore that they are left numb and go limp and pale.

All of that glorious blood, sticky warm gooey blood is so delicious I cant get enough of my murderous play. Can you? Of course not, these knives are shar enough for both of us to have a little chase and some fun.

So, come and play my little knife game and join in on my fantastical murderous game of love and lust. Sex is always open for those who are dominant and know what they want.

Knife Play Phone Sex Prolongs the Pain and the Agony

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex is the most fun a sadistic Goth bitch can have with you. I love to kill and torture. My knives can do so many things. I can castrate you. I can kill you. I can carve my initials into you. I can gut you like a pig. I had this pervert in my basement for a week. It is a lot longer than I normally keep a victim, but I really needed him to suffer. He is just some rich douche bag who thinks his money can buy any woman, and get him out of trouble too. The buck stopped with me. No more privilege for this fucker. He tried to spike the drink of the wrong girl. Clearly, he has not seen flicks like Promising Young Woman and the ilk. Some women are not weak. Some women cannot have their silence bought after you either explore your rape phone sex fantasies with them, or at least try. No one gets the upper hand on me. I am skilled at spotting the predators and setting them up.

The first thing I did with this worthless fucking douche bag was remove his testicles. He did not deserve to have them. I normally just castrate and release these sorts of predators because I want them left with the constant reminder that they will never fuck again. This asshole though, I wanted to kill. But I wanted him to feel helpless and victimized first. I wanted him to feel the pain I was afflicting for a long time. It has been a torture sex week for this loser. Not only did I castrate him, but I also carved him up. I cut words into his flesh like Predator, and Rich Douchebag. I cut his dick in little slivers like a tube of salami. This rich, entitled predator tried to fuck the wrong woman and he paid for it with his life. I am never the victim guys. You are.

Cannibal Captive Sliced and Left Bloddy

Cannibalism phone sex

 

Tear me apart. You know you want to. You see a victim on the floor, helpless, practically begging to be in your clutches. It is not everyday you get a live one, a human drugged out and ready to be consumed. You see my chest heave up and down, showing signs of life. You go down my legs, noticing characteristics that would indicate I am young. Fresh young meat was always your favorite. You know what to do. Take out a knife and slice my throat. Watch me try to cover my throat with my hands to stop the bleeding. It is a fruitless effort as the blood spews from my neck, killing me quickly. A lick of my blood gets you going so you can properly prepare me for consumption. You have your butcher knife in hand ready to slice and dice me to your liking. Where do you think you will start? My juicy thighs? My tender arms? My supple neck that you slashed? The choice is yours.

Gas Station Knife Play Phone Sex

Knife play phone sex

I love knife play phone sex so much that I grab a new blade every chance I can get.  Can’t have fun with knives if you don’t have a shit ton of them, that’s what I always say.  I think my favorite blades to buy are gas station knives.  No, they’re not of a high quality or better at cutting than other knives.  In fact, they’re usually trash.  That’s why I like them.  They’re flashy, gaudy and dumb looking just like the dumb fuck pigs I poke, slice and cut with them.

You’ve seen them, they’re everywhere; guys who look like a walking, talking gas station knife.  Trendy haircut, sharply trimmed beard, usually wearing some sort of MMA or booze branded shirt.  Those are the ones, human gas station knives polluting my air with their noxious gasses and vile noises.  They’re easy to hunt, you can hear their call from miles away.  “Yo!  Let’s go!” they bellow as they bounce around from bar to bar with their shit head buddies looking for any sexy little slit they can find to pay them an ounce of attention.  I have a slit for them, right across their muscle bound throats.

They love a slutty looking chick who has a craving for cum sparkling in her eyes.  I can do that really well.  I am, indeed, slutty by nature and love a good blast of jizz shot deep in my cooch, but only when I like the guy.  No one can like these sentient Monster energy drink cans, they’re vapid, hollow and have little goals other than getting wasted and drained.  They’re some of my favorite targets, even more so than the little sluts they pursue.  Cutting them up with a cheap and barely sharpened gas station knife makes for really bloody phone sex.  Listen… I think I can hear one now.

 

Violent Phone Sex is the Only Kind I Want

violent phone sexViolent phone sex is the only kind of I have with callers. I am not a GFE girl. No romance in me at all. In fact, I dismember men who try to get romantic with me and eat them for breakfast. I am very clear that I am not looking for a boyfriend. The only use men serve me is as an accomplice or a victim. There is no middle road with me because I do not think like a woman. I think like a stone-cold killer. I killed a boy in high school. He was my first male kill. I had slaughtered some mean girls, but no guys yet. This tool had it coming. He was a popular jock. He thought he could target me. He thought I was easy prey as a loner Goth girl. Ture, I ran with the Dungeons and Dragon crowd. I was not popular. I was different. But I was not some dumb girl who believed the school jock really wanted to date me. I was prepared for him. Men have never been able to get the upper hand with me because I see right though them. He showed up at my place claiming he wanted to date me. I knew what the jocks did. They made gangbang rape porn movies with nerdy, unpopular high school girls and blasted the videos all over school to slut shame them. Before he had a chance to fuck me, I stabbed him in the balls. I did not castrate him, but I deflated each ball with a sharp pencil through each testicle. I told him that was for all the other women who were not as smart as me. My grandpa heard the screams, came to my rescue and realized I was not the one screaming. He was proud of me. He encouraged me to kill the boy and put him out of every woman’s misery. With my grandpa cheering me on, I slit his throat with a paring knife and watched him bleed out on the grass. My grandpa fed his corpse to the wood chipper and we used his remains as fertilizer. Got my first taste of snuff porn that day. Been a killing machine ever since.

Snuff Movies for Street Vengeance

snuff moviesI am known for my snuff movies. I make all kinds, but they are all brutal. Very brutal. I guess you could call me a gore whore. The bloodier the better. I was going to just torture this one guy. He was a total tool. A jerk who has an unhealthy habit of predatory behavior. I was hired by a girl he stalked to castrate him. She wanted to make sure he never ruined another woman’s life. He is some trust fund boy who thinks the world owes him. He will never face his consequences because he uses his money to make sure he has no consequences. My client just wanted his balls gone, but she hired a sadistic phone sex bitch. This guy deserved more than that. I stalked him for a few days to learn his habits. I watched him do a ton of predatory things and just shrug his shoulders like it was no big deal. Asshole. Self-entitled douche bag.  He needed to suffer. Hell, he needed to die. I know my Goth looks are not what he liked. But I can be a chameleon. I donned a blonde wig. Put on a club dress and high heels. And set the bastard up. He never saw it coming. He was still perplexed when he woke up. But he quickly realized he was in trouble, deadly trouble. I had my camera rolling and I got right into. I told him his litany of crimes and how I was summoned to make him pay for his crimes since the legal system failed his victims. He looked scared when he saw my big knife. He pissed himself when I put the knife under his balls. I told him to smile for the camera and then the torture sex began. I cut his balls off like I was paid to do, but I chopped his dick in half too. That was for fun. I sliced it in the right place so blood spurted everywhere like a severed head. I carved him up like a piece of meat. My client got her pound of flesh and a lot more. I cannot let such a tool live. Not one with money because he will escape justice every time. No one, however, is above my street justice. No one.

Torture sex gets me off now

There is only a few things that get me over the the top and one of them is Torture sex.  I used to watch my uncle take a young slut and tie her up after drugging her and undressing her. His cock got hard from watching a young bald pussy bitch go limp. As her body hung from the ropes he took a knife and scraped it against her skin. If he drew blood he would use it to lube his cock up so he could jack it off. My uncle is a sadistic fuck. So that is only the beginning of her torture. He will choke her with his cock over and over as she passes out. Waking her up just to fuck her throat hard again while choking her little neck. When my uncle’s cock is throbbing and leaking he will use them for his Rape phone sex fantasies. Watching my uncle’s cock disappear in their tiny holes made my cunt hot and excited. After watching him so many times I started playing with cunt and as I watched him rip their holes and fill their limp dead bodies up, I would cum all over my fingers.

Torture sex

Sometimes I Need Fantasy Phone Sex

Fantasy phone sex

When you live a life like mine, you need to get out of your head every now and then or else the torment will eat you alive, so a little fantasy phone sex is just the escape I need for some slight refuge from my own rotten little world.  I need a bit of whimsy in my life so I let men take on delightful trips from time to time just to try to wipe my mind of some of my most dastardly deeds.

The other day, I went on a lovely winter walk in the woods with a handsome hiker.  He might be the nicest guy I’ve ever met, no one has ever treated me with the kindness and compassion that he does.  I usually don’t get mixed up with regular relationshipy date bullshit, love isn’t a luxury people like me get to have.  The way he spoke to me with genuine regard and looked at me with the kindest eyes, I just couldn’t resist him.  Against my better judgment, I let him take me out on a day date.  

I needed it, I’ve been going a little crazy with the fuckpig kidnapping and killing lately.  A calm and relaxing walk in the woods with a truly delightful man is just what the doctor ordered.  We strolled along aimlessly and chatted about whatever came to mind.  He really likes movies, just like me, so the majority of our small talk was cinema based, which was fine.  Just fine.  It worked to keep my mind off of all the blood I’ve spilled and lives I’ve utterly destroyed over the years… for a little while.

After a couple of hours, my mind got the better of me.  Eventually, he would find out.  This amazing man who wants nothing more than my attention and company would run as fast and far away from me as he could if he found out who I really am.  I tried to keep my mind on our conversations, but I couldn’t help myself.  Instead of kind eyes, I started seeing his face covered in blood and muck and in lieu of the soft heavenly sounds of an earthbound angel, his voice transformed into the gags and gurgles of a whorehog bleeding out from a slit throat.  So I did the only thing I could in the moment and started making out with him.

He was a great kisser but I couldn’t help but to picture myself biting off his tongue, so I got down on my knees and started blowing him.  That was fine, I love having cock in my mouth.  It’s very relaxing and puts me in sort of a trancelike state.  After a few minutes, he popped his prick out of my mouth and went down on me right there on the forest floor.  It felt so fucking good and I didn’t want to stop him but I did because all I Imagined was a decapitated head in my hands, swollen tongue protruding out of its smelly mouth lapping away at my labia.  When he quickly got on top of me and pushed his cock into my cunt, I realized I had enough.

He wouldn’t stop, though.  As nice of a man as he was, he wouldn’t listen to me when I asked him to quit.  I gave him more chances than I have ever given anyone to control himself and cool off a little, but he couldn’t.  So I did it for him.  A stiletto switchblade stuck right in the ribs finished with a hard twist will stop anyone, I don’t care what the movies tell us.  He rolled off of me right away and balled up in the fetal position on the ground, screaming like the fuck pig he was.  I didn’t let him suffer, I got right on him and slit his throat wide open, an even cleaner cut than I saw in my vision.

I didn’t wait for him to die, I left him there all by himself to bleed out in the bushes.  I stood up and simply continued my walk in the woods, sans accompaniment.  That’s what I really needed anyway, I should’ve known better.  I’m not meant to have a love like that in my life, my violent phone sex world just won’t allow it.  The trees helped me clear my head, I really enjoyed my day.  I’m not really sorry for how I handled things but I’ll be keeping the nice man in mind next time I feel a little weak willed.  Lesson learned.  I wear a crown of filth, not a crown of light.  I’ll never forget that again.