Category: Knife play phone sex

Knife Play Phone Sex for Fun

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex is my favorite. Knives will always be my weapon of choice. I have more control with knives. It takes more skill. Knives have more versatility too. I like to take my time killing. I love torture, pain and blood. I had a guy over last night. He thought it was for a date. I had other plans. There was not anything wrong with him. In fact, I could have seen myself dating him if I were looking for a boyfriend. I was just in the mood to kill. I was in the mood to mutilate. I drugged his wine. He was out cold quickly. I knew he would not be out long though. I only gave him enough to let me restrain him. He would have fought me too much and maybe gotten the upper hand. He was not my typical victim. I usually pick total losers, but I was in the mood for a challenge. I dragged him to the kitchen. I had a tarp on the floor and restraints ready. I tied him to heavy kitchen appliances. He was not going anywhere. I looked so tiny straddling his wide frame. The moment he woke up and started to break free, I stabbed him. I know just how to stab to miss major arteries and organs. I planned on killing him, but slowly. He had this look on his face that said, “Bitch, why?” Because I can. I put a castration band on his big dick. He was not a tiny dick loser. He had big balls and I sawed them off. I put his severed testicles in his mouth to muffle his screams. I carved him up like a side of beef. I was experimenting with my knife. I was also, experimenting with a new cannibalism phone sex recipe. His thick abs and healthy organs would make a tasty meal. I had him tied up for hours dicing his flesh off his body, draining his blood and just being a psychopath with a knife. Do you want to be my next victim?

Snuff Movies and Organ Harvesting

snuff moviesSnuff movies are real. People kill and torture others for all sorts of reasons, but profit is the number one reason. The last thing I remember, I was having drinks with a guy at a bar. The next thing I knew I woke up in a very cold room, bound and gagged. I was scared, but I was not alone. There were other girls in the room too. Some alive, some dead. I freaked out. What the fuck was going on? I was not sure. I could see some of the dead bodies. They had open wounds on their stomach and were missing their eyes. It was a gruesome discovery. This was some sort of black market organ stealing. That was the only thing that made sense. Who ever drugged me and brought me here, was selling me for parts. It was an organ harvesting operation. I was so cold. I could not move. I could smell fear and death. Some of the women were crying. I just had to figure out how to survive. We have all heard urban legends about shit like that. Wake up missing a kidney.  I think this was a snuff sex operation, however. They were not going to just take a kidney. They were going to take everything they could from me and leave me for dead. A guy came in and grabbed me and this other girl from the meat locker. They put us on side by side tables and started cutting. No anesthesia. No pain blockers. They just cut into my flesh and took out a kidney as I watched. I was in shock. All the blood. All the pain. I was not surviving this. No one could survive this. I had no idea what pain was until this moment. This was worse than any other fantasy phone sex call ever. One I was not coming back from.

Skilled in Snuff Sex

snuff sexWhen I was just a little girl, I was different. My parents knew it. School teachers new it. Everyone knew it. While other girls my age wanted to be Disney princesses, I wanted to be knife wielding psychopath. Girls my age idolized nurses and mothers and teachers. They had the hots for the Jonas Brothers and One Direction members. I idolized Ted Bundy, the Green River Killer, Charles Manson and Ed Gein. Many people called me a bad seed or Satan’s spawn. I had no friends. My imaginary friends were Norman, Michael, Chucky and Freddy. They taught me killing was how to rid the world of bad parents, narcissists vacuous Barbies, bastards and whores.

I am a snuff sex bitch. I was not always as skilled as I am now, however. I honed my sadistic skills over the years thanks to research and inspiration from the world’s notorious serial killers. When I first started killing, I was unorganized, impulsive, and messy.  Now, I am meticulous. I study my prey. I learn their habits and routine. I have a plan. I know how to dispose of the body. I know how to not leave any DNA evidence. I know who to kill and where. I do not shit where I eat. I do not kill out of impulse or anger. I kill for sport, pleasure, and financial gain.

I am the perfect accomplice phone sex partner for all your murderous fantasies. I prefer knife play with my victims, but variety is how I never being caught. I have a large arsenal of killing tools: knives, guns, acid, baseball bats, crow bars hammers, rope, blowtorch, chainsaw, poisons and my bare hands. I can be a great partner in crime. I take all the risk, clean up the mess and you just get to go alone for the wild ride.

Snuff sex is what I want

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Please do me a favor and keep that vanilla stuff far away from me. There’s no point in it, and I sure as hell want no part of it at all. I want to be fucked like a dirty cum slut. I’m all for you abusing me this time. Sometimes I can play the victim too, and I want you all to myself. It is fun to bring other girls in and make them your cum rags, but I want some snuff sex just as much as the next girl.

Use me up and spit on my face jizz all over my body and do it without any apologies. I want a piece of the action. I can’t wait for you to ram your cock balls deep in me and make me beg for mercy!

Torture Phone Sex and Tender Age Flesh

torture phone sexTorture phone sex calls are my favorite. The screams of victims fuel me. Torture includes castration, which I am known for. But it also includes all sorts of sexual mutilation on boys and girls. I like to prolong the pain. There is no fun in a quick kill or even a mercy killing. Pain arouses me. Not my pain. Your pain or the pain of some agreed upon victim. And when it comes to victims, I do not discriminate. I like killing and maiming all ages, races and genders. Young ones bleed better and brighter. The smell of their blood is sweeter too. I hooked up with a guy last week to torture this teen cock tease. She has been using him for money. He has been a sugar daddy with none of the benefits. Girls cannot expect to be spoiled indefinitely without putting out. The little cock tease threatened to call the police when he tried to get head from her. That is when he looked me up on the dark net. I help men with their problems. I can make little bitches compliant. I can make them suffer. I can even make them snuff porn stars. He did not want her dead, but he wanted her to feel his pain. I am sure his blue balls were nothing compared to what I did to her, but she will never give a man blue balls again. I carved her up. I sliced her labia lips off. I pierced her clit and nipples for shits and giggles. I carved whore in her tender age flesh. She screamed and bled like a stuck pig. The man who she took advantage of was there too, but he wore a mask. This one we let live. His choice, not mine. But he did finally fuck her. He fucked her ass and pussy. I uglied the bitch up. No man will ever want the cock teasing whore again. She has the rest of her life to think about what she has done.

Are You Hungry For Cannibalism Phone Sex?

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Hi guys, it’s your sick and twisted beauty queen, Faith. If you don’t hear from me after this blog it’s because I’ve gone too far chasing my extreme orgasms. I started talking to this man that is into consuming human bodies. Yeah, I found myself a sexy cannibal. It’s not something that is supposed to turn a girl on, but I am no ordinary girl. When he started talking about eating me I thought he meant my pussy. No, this man was talking about roasting my flesh. When he showed me how big his dick was, and how hard he was for the cannibal fetish I couldn’t stop myself. I’ve had cannibalism phone sex, and roleplayed things like it, but never have I fucked a man as into it as he is. To get his nut off he has to think about eating a human body. He said he is going to take me from my car and drug me so that he can remove and cook pieces of me a little bit at a time. So, if I’m not on here you’ll know that I’m being devoured by a sexy man that gets off on his fetish for flesh-eating.

Uncles Cock Says Bye Bye

castration phone sex It was late as fuck, and I didn’t know what that goddamn squeaking was! I was trying to finally sleep since I’ve been up on a druggy bender for the past three days when this awful fucking squeaking just kept screaming in the room. I finally followed the sound to my Uncle’s room. He was laying in bed, jacking off his pathetic little cock to some old vanilla porno mag. “Yo, get out!” He whispered real loud at me so he wouldn’t wake the house. As if I fucking cared! I just grinned, and pulled out my favorite switchblade. “You wanna jack off to something, asshole? We’ll jack it off! Hack it right the fuck off!”
I was laughing, and he was terrified as I pinned him to the bed and smothered his screams with my big fat snuff loving ass. I threw that stupid vanilla big ems’ magazine to the side, grabbed his throbbing hard cock in my hand, and brought the knife down. I sliced right through his dick, and he was yelling into my ass! Yes eat my shit mother fucker! He made it vibrate, and those vibrations reached my slick pussy! My clit started to hum as I sawed at his pathetic excuse for a penis. I was getting soaking wet while cutting off my Own uncle’s little perverted cock.

Castration Phone Sex Fantasy Vs Reality

castration phone sex I get Ims and emails daily about castration phone sex. So many losers in the world who know they have worthless balls but are too wimpy to do it themselves. Apparently, they are too stupid to know how this works either. On the phone it must be role play because I am not there to really take your balls, even though many times I wish I were. In my personal life, I castrate guys often. They pay me thousands of dollars, not $2.00 a minute, LOL. On the phone, we either simulate what it would be like to have your balls removed by a bad ass bitch, or you have a sharp knife handy and be prepared to call 911 after our call. Phone castration is fantasy phone sex. Logic would make you think that most men would know that, but some losers think I can come right on over with my knife collection and cut off their balls. This is phone sex, not an escort service. The men whose balls I take in real time have either paid me handsomely or just pissed me off that much like Gerry last week. Small dick loser who thought he could talk down to me. He made a couple wrong assumptions. First, he assumed I wanted to fuck him. Hell, no. I have standards and he did not meet any of them. Two, he thought he could insult me. Maybe that works on insecure women, but I am not insecure. I thought I left the loser in the bar, but he followed me home. Well, he followed me to my kill shack in the woods because I realized he was following me. He never left the cabin. I cut off his balls and his dick and left him outside bleeding, so the wild animals would tear him apart limb by limb. Gerry paid with his life for being a tool. If you are lucky, you just pay for a call and some extreme CBT torture sex.

A Little Murder Fantasy Victim

My daddy had taken me while I was sleeping, he made sure I woke up naked and bare. I have a naturally bare pussy and a flat chest with perky hard nipples. Daddy said I wasn’t leaving here alive. He said maybe if I do everything he tells me to I may get away. He told me to start sucking his dick, it was so big compared to my little lips that I had to choke it all down. He forced fucked my tiny holes and started to stab and slice me open bit by bit. He started by tearing into my shit hole with his knife to make it fit his dick! I screamed louder and louder in pain. He stabbed my small back to make sure I’d stop squirming so he can push his cock all the way in. He turned me around while I begged to go home, losing more and more of my life slowly. I could feel myself fading from my young body as he took his knife once more to my throat and slit it open. He wanted to make sure I tasted his cum before I died and I did. I felt that hot load mix with my blood as I slipped away.

Starring in a Violent Gangbang Rape Porn

gangbang rape pornI answered an online ad for models for a gangbang rape porn. I am no stranger to gangbangs, but I have never been paid for one. This was a chance to make money from being a submissive slut and an anal whore. When I arrived, there were about 30 men waiting to fuck my holes. I was given a code word if things got too rough for me to handle. No one has ever given me a safe word, so I felt confident I could stop the action if things got too rough. The movie was filmed in a warehouse bathroom. The stench was awful. The bathroom smelled like death. It was a bathroom straight out of a Saw movie. I was bound with Duct tape which left me immobile. The guys took turns fucking my ass, mouth and pussy. The smell was nauseating. I had this nagging feeling that this was more like a snuff movie. Someone had died in that bathroom. I just had to figure out how not to be the next person to die.

When I was shoved on the floor, I saw blood. One of the guys realized I knew this was not a fake video and he grabbed a lock of my hair and dragged me like a cave man to the dingy toilet. He shoved my face into the wretched bowl. He bounced my face off the toilet seat, which knocked me out. I woke up on the floor just like in a Saw movie. I looked around for clues and Jigsaw. My face was covered in blood. Pretty sure my nose got broken when my face kissed the hard toilet seat.  I squinted to see through the blood running down my face.  All the men who had fucked me were in front of me like hungry vultures with a deadly weapon in their hands. Yep, this was a snuff film. I was bound, gagged, and laying on the Saw bathroom floor begging for my life. They lunged at me when the director screamed, “Action.” I was beat, cut, stabbed and fucked to my death. This is one movie I will not live to regret.