Category: Knife play phone sex

Snuff Phone Sex for the Entire Family

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex gets men off more now than ever. I attribute it to being cooped up inside with the family. The boring family. I get calls often for family annihilation. Sometimes, I get to kill the patriarch and sometimes I am just killing the rest of his family. Family annihilators are always showcased in crime shows like Criminal Minds and the Law and Orders. There have been many in history who took their wives and brats like that Colorado dude Chris Watts. I get it. Wives nag and brats suck the life from you. Sometimes life would be better without them and some new hot thing on the horizon. I have killed my share of narcissists and brats before, and whores too. I have just not killed an entire family, but when I met Tim, I wanted to waste him, and anyone associated him. He hired me to kill his family and shift blame off him. I am a contract killer; however, I have standards too. He was an annoying tool who wanted to waste three young girls who could make me a lot of money in the sex trade. He was a tool, a jagoff, and every name I could think off. I took his money, but I did not stick to his plan. I called my friend who pays premium price for pretty whores and the younger the better. I sold his wife and three brats, profiting off them twice. I made it look like the wife ran off with them. My client thought I killed them and got rid of the evidence. I came back the next day and snuffed him out. I take killer phone sex seriously. He did not deserve to live. I made it look like a suicide and blamed him for the disappearance for his family. I wanted to carve the tool up. Take his cock and his balls, but to stage a suicide takes restraint. I put him in the bathtub drugged up and slit his wrists. He bled out slowly, but he knew I killed him and took his money. The next day the news was blasting family annihilator headlines and just counted my money with a smile.

Cowboy killers

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Cowboy killers are the term used for full flavor cigarettes that ranch hands smoke. Its a slow death but I can get behind that! I want to kill you slowly by my knife cutting into your flesh and bleeding you out slowly.  I do smoke and enjoy using my smokes to burn your balls and thighs if I am so inclined and I am inclined all the time. I am sadistic and twisted in my desires to hurt you. I believe that some men need a little castration after masturbation. And my snuff whore heart always takes it to the extreme and wants to kill you by the blade of my knife. Are you balls worthy to stay on your body? Have you been evil enough? Perhaps you should bring us a nice young play thing and I will let you keep you balls. Then again I am a ball slicer and dicer, I wouldn’t want to cut them off just yet when its the perfect canvas for pain! Are you down to accomplice with me or would you prefer my own sick and twisted torture on your body? 

With all my demonic hate, 

Jezebel,

the murder phone sex fantasies queen of the night!

Bloody Phone Sex is Bloody Hot

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex is bloody hot. I am not squeamish at the site of blood. I love blood. I discovered this at a young age. I was a schoolgirl when I had my first kill. I did not kill animals like most sociopaths, however. I did not target sex workers or the homeless either. I wanted a fair fight, even at my young age. I killed predators. I would get on my dad’s computer and look for where the registered sex offenders lived that were nearby. There were a lot. Did you know that when sex offenders must register where they live, it list their sex crimes and ages of their victims? It was not that felt like I had to defend little girls and boys like me. I hate brats. I hated them then and I hate them now. It was that as I was developing my dark side, I was looking for a fair fight and I wanted to kill someone no one cared about. I wanted to kill people that had a lot of enemies to generate more suspects for the crime. Even as a little girl, I was smart about killing. My first victim was a man 4 blocks away from where I lived. He had sodomized many little boys. Spent 20 years in prison and was out. I cased his place for weeks. No one lived with him, so only maybe his parole officer would look for him. I broke in a few times because I was tiny enough to get in and out of the doggy door. I knew he stilled liked little boy dick. He had stacks of illegal magazines and videos. One night, I crawled through the doggy door and stabbed him to death in his bed. Blood went everywhere because he was a fat fuck. He choked on his own blood. He was shocked to see such a young girl wielding such a big knife. I carved Pervert on his forehead and justice on his chest. No way this crime was getting blamed on a little schoolgirl who lived down the lane. It never did. To this day it is unsolved like many of my snuff porn victims. I love to kill, and I love a bloody mess. A fair fight is not always required because I do love mutilating tender age flesh too.

Faith’s Bloody Phone Sex

bloody phone sexDaniel had no idea what kind of a succubus he had stumbled upon when he called me for the first time. He was dabbling in some vanilla roleplays and staying safe from going too dark too quickly. Oh, well, I fast-tracked that damnation asap. Daniel liked aggressive women in fantasy, so I spoke to that with all of my twisted blood lust on my tongue. His cock got devilishly hard when I nudged him into opening his skin for me. He made the hottest moans and grunts when he sliced into his skin and bled for me. So I created myself a virgin masochist. 

Daniel’s depraved bloody murder boner led him to me, and I pulled his bloody phone sex kinks right out of him. There was no telling me no when I said deeper, deeper into your flesh, t. When I say cut, he says where. Have you explored your dangerously devoted side? Do you jack your hard cock, and nut to crimson copper lube and screams of pleasure bleeding into cries of pain and back again? If so, I want to know what you sound like when you’re in tremendous pain. Get ready to love me till it hurts.

Two Goth Chicks and a Castration Phone Sex Junkie

castration phone sexJezabel and I are castration phone sex junkies. Between the two of us we have a slew of torture devices. Knives, sounding devices, lots of sharp objects like scalpels and pins and razor blades. You see, Jezabel and I are bad ass mistresses. Men are here for our amusement. We do not need men which makes them dispensable. Last night, Jezabel and I were out looking for trouble. We were in the mood to inflict extreme pain and bodily harm. Like a moth to the flame, this guy approached us. He was a pain slut, and he knew two bad ass bitches like us could inflict some damage, especially to his worthless cock and balls. He was a torture sex junkie. The three of us were a match made in hell.

We took him back to my dungeon for some extreme cock and ball torture. We strapped our willing prey to a plank naked. Jezabel had her scalpel. I had my castration knife, and our pathetic pain slut had his sounding device for some erotic yet painful electrostimulation. Being two hot Goth chicks, we had on some dangerous stilettos too. Jezabel and I trampled his worthless ball sack while he had the sounding device crammed into his pee hole. We nailed his balls to the board he was laying on. We spread his sack and pushed large needles into the skin of his scrotum. We were just getting started too. Jezebel started to peel the flesh from his balls as I shaved the skin from his cock. Exposing the nerves like that makes the cock and balls far more sensitive and thus intensives the pain. Our little playmate was loving the pain. He had a bottle of Capsaicin sauce, which is like the hottest tobacco sauce on the planet. Our pet for the night did not want to be out shined by two Goth chicks, so he poured the sauce down his urethra to show us he is a true pain slut. His screams and cries made Jezabel and I wet.

Usually, Jezzie and I are kidnapping unwilling victims, so it was nice that a total pain slut walked right into our arms. We woke up smiling. Our playmate went to bed crying.

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I Needed Torture Sex

torture sexTorture sex is my favorite fantasy. I know it is hard to believe, because I am a soccer mom, but I am a punishment and pain whore too. I have a thing for bad men, even vicious men. I do not want spankings, floggings or canings. Those are way too tame for a seasoned pain slut. I want violent pain; perhaps even coming within inches of dying. After an encounter with a dominant man, I should need medical assistance. That is how I know I get the kind of pain I deserve. For me to cum, I need pain. I hooked up with a hardcore BDSM man last week. I met him on a fetish site, and he promised me coke in exchange for some violent and painful sex. He had recently purchased a medieval spiked bed. It was literally a bed of nails. Lethal if used correctly. The thought of him fucking me on it made me wet. Me on my back and him above me, thrusting me deep into the nails aroused me in a way that shocked even me.  

He laid down plastic on the bed. It was more for his protection than mine. He wanted to hurt me, but he did not want to make a snuff porn with me. Not yet at least. He wanted to just really fuck me up, even scar me for life in that moment. With glee in his eyes, he laid me on his bed of nails. The spikes ripped my flesh, tearing through the plastic to penetrate my skin. I could feel the blood running down my back as he fucked me. I was turned on and aroused by the blood and pain. It was fucking painful yet hot. I did not die, but if he had put his full weight on me, I would have been impaled to my death.  I am healing up, but it is only a matter of time before someone tortures me to death. Maybe it will be you?

Craving Mutiliation

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You would think that all I would have to do is walk down a dark alley and my body would be tortured, and beaten and I would once again get that rush that only comes from having my skin ripped open!

Feeling a cold steel blade slice into my nipple, the warm trickle of blood running down my bruised swollen tits….it’s best when I am being held down against my will and being forced to take the hard angry cocks of complete strangers!

There is nothing more satisfying as waking up in a puddle of piss and cum at four in the morning, prying my bruised mutilated body from the cold dirty pavement and walking home in torn clothes that no longer cover my shame and humiliation!

But as I clean the slashes in my skin, the tears in my ass and pour rubbing alcohol on my sliced cunt ( I love the sting), I can’t help but feel frantic, wondering where I will get my next fix.

I need the pain and humiliation like some people need air!

 

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies

rape phone sex fantasiesDo you have rape phone sex fantasies? Most men do. So do most women. I have plenty of them. My favorite lately, however, has been this recurring violent wet dream I have about a home invasion. I wake up in the middle of the night to see a man standing over me in a mask. I scream and he holds a knife to my throat. I beg for him not to hurt me because my boys are sleeping in the other room. He orders me up and has me wake the boys. They are so scared for their mother. He fucks me brutally in front of the boys, but that is not the worst thing he does to me. He makes them fuck me too. He makes my own sons his accomplice in his gangbang rape porn fantasy. I am screaming and crying. I am trying to tell my boys its okay and they do not need to be scared. They are enjoying it. In fact, they are cumming in my ass and pussy hard. I beg this man to stop and just leave. I even promise him that I will never tell another sole what he has done. I also stress that I cannot even identify him. I mean I do not even know who my attacker is. He starts choking me to shut up. My boys are really getting into fucking me too. They start calling me names and yelling at me to shut the fuck up. My boys are loving fucking me. I wake up from my Home invasion phone sex fantasy and I am fucking super wet. Maybe you might want to break into my house late at night and make my sons fuck me while you jack off. I am pretty sure my boys and me would love it.

I’m Your Accomplice Phone Sex Whore

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It started with necro fucking. Ok, that’s not it. It began with excessive masturbation while you jacked off to screams and tears that you wish that you could smear all over your cock. How tender would her feel tears and slick slobber falling all over your aching cock. Do you know what your dearest Faith thinks could work as an alternative to lube or virgin cream? Think of her wrapped around your dick with her clenching spasming hole, claiming your orgasm while you fuck into her using her blood as fuck sauce. Fuck that beautiful, sweet, daddy’s girl. Someone has to.

 You’re probably getting restless waiting for someone to let you move in on her. You’ve watched too much time pass already. I’m going to intoxicate you with the relentless urge to go past accomplice phone sex, past fucking the cold cutie who was given to your dick by filthy fate. What makes her so unique that she gets to breathe and laugh? Ha, daddy, daddy, daddy. Did you forget what kind of an accomplice phone sex whores daddies like you breed? It’s not just bastard baby grands; it’s also the possibility that one of us will own your balls. 

Knife Play Phone Sex Slut

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One of the guys that I fuck on the regular has a thing for knives. The first time he brought one out, I will admit that I was nervous. I knew he wasn’t gonna kill me, but I had no idea what he was doing. He asked me if I had ever felt the cold steel of a knife pressed up against my body. I said no, and he asked me if I would like to. He said it was one of the hottest things ever, and that he wanted to share it with me. I trusted him, so I told him that I really wanted to give it a try. I knew that it was going to turn him on beyond belief, and that kind of turned me on.

It startled me the first time I felt the knife up against my flesh. He pressed it right up against my tit, and I have to admit that the rush of adrenaline kind of got me excited. He traced my body with the knife, and every time he would press it up against me, I would tell him to fuck me harder. I’m not sure why it turns me on, but it does. Do you want to hear more about my time with my knife loving friend? Give me a call so we can play.