Category: Knife play phone sex

Collecting Daddy’s Money concluded

Castration Phone SexI know Daddy said to bring back the money or his cock but surely, he wouldn’t mind if I had a little fun with it first. And maybe, with a little Sierra loving he would be persuaded to cough up the dough. Regardless, I couldn’t let that massive hard cock go to waste. My pussy was already dripping as such evilness always makes me hot. He was handcuffed to the chair and totally defenseless, making it even hotter. I climbed right on top of him and slid my nice, wet, juicy, bald pussy on top of that massive snake between his legs. I moaned loudly as I took it all in my sweet hole. He still had that ball gag in so his moans were muffled but still clearly audible. I rode that big, throbbing cock up and down, slow and then fast. Bringing him to the edge every time, just to stop completely and tease him. I could see his hands clinch and his body stiffen in anticipation of my next movement. I could see his eyes roll back as my pussy grabbed that hot cock and fucked it hard. Finally, when I could take no more, I rode him nice and hard and fast, feeling his cock grow and my pussy tense before we climaxed together and he left his load deep inside me. I hopped off and cleaned up my sweet twat before turning my attention back to him. I licked his dick clean which caused him to become hard again. Once more I asked for the money. Although he had relaxed since releasing his load, he made not a move. I told him it would be a waste to lose such a fine fucking organ, but still nothing. Growing impatient with his shit, I put the knife to his face once more and said “last chance”. Still nothing. So, I took that big, thick cock right in my hand and cut that thing off. Even with the ball gag I could hear his screams. I gave him a little kiss on the cheek and thanked him for such a great fuck, tossed the dick in a bag and left. Daddy won’t have his money but he will have this marvelous dick.

Murder phone sex fantasies

murder phone sex fantasies

I get so many wild and naughty calls that make my pussy soaked. My favorite are always the murder phone sex fantasies. Nothing turns me on more or gets me more wet than listening as you tell me all of the dark and twisted things you want to do to me. I can’t help but play with my whore holes as I listen to the plans to drag me into a dark alley by my hair and beat the shit out of me. I love every dark detail of how you want to stick your big sharp knife right into my stomach and slice me right open. Use my blood as lube for your massive hard cock to fuck me right in my tight slutty asshole as you reach around and pull my guts out of my gaping stomach gash. Force me on my knees and make me suck your cock clean before I bleed out into the pile of whore trash that I am. Leave me there to die as you go on to find and fuck your next victim.

Watching Snuff Porn

snuff pornHe made me watch snuff porn all night long. Violent, graphic mutilations of women turn him on. It only scares me to death because I know he wants to do bad things to me. Snuff flicks fuel his sadistic desires. He gets off on my fear. We were watching a woman get cut with a knife. He tied me up just like the victim in the movie. He started to mirror what was happening to her to me. His hands went around my throat and choked me. He started to cut my throat, just not as deadly as the girl in the porn we were watching. I could feel blood trickling down from my neck. I could taste my blood too. I was afraid he would just kill me. We have played snuff sex games before, but this was as real as it has ever felt before. I was scared and I was bleeding. I begged for mercy, but he just kept cutting me. He sliced his initials in my boobs. He kept cutting me as he fucked my ass. He said all I was good for was fucking and hurting. After a while, I started to believe him.

Collecting Daddy’s Money

Knife Play Phone SexDaddy doesn’t like it when people are slow to pay him for his services. So, he will often give them a few warnings before resorting to strong arming them. They are expecting this and try their best to avoid him, so he sends me in as a type of distraction. He had learned that the club was having a patching party and needed some girls for entertainment. He volunteered me and sent me in with clear instructions to make sure I came back with the money or the guys dick. He didn’t care which one. I love motorcycle men. They are hot and so so bad. I packed my bag and off I went. I put on some fishnets, vinyl, chains and lots and lots of jewelry. And of course, I had already had a body wax, so my pussy and tight little shit hole were nice and smooth. I joined the other girls, dancing around on the bikes, poles and giving lap dances. I then saw their president and danced my way over to him, convincing him to take it to a private room. He was enamored and caught off guard but quickly agreed. I closed and locked the door behind us, sat him in a chair and gave him a lap dance. I bent down to give him a look at my sweet holes and grabbed the handcuffs that I had previously put under the chair. I slapped them on his arms and attached them to the chair. I then swiftly attached a ball gag to his mouth and got down to business. I let him know that I had come to collect what was owed to daddy and I would either leave with the money or his body parts. He squirmed trying to get out but once I pulled out the knife from under the chair he calmed. I asked if he had the money and he stared at me, no response. So, I took the knife and put it against his cheek, slightly going into the skin causing blood to trickle down. He winced but still stared blankly. I removed his vest and started to unbuckle his pants. And can you believe it the fuckers dick was rock hard. I took my knife and ripped apart his boxers and there was the biggest, thickest cock I had ever seen. Hmmmm I think cutting it off can wait. I am going to have a little fun with it first………………. to be continued

Bloody Phone Sex Fun

bloody phone sexSunday was bloody phone sex Sunday! I am a sick bitch. I like the sight of blood. A lot of blood often means a lot of pain. For you, not me. My knives are my best friend. I have over 1,000 in my collection. I have vintage knives too. My grandfather ran a private prison. It was eventually shut down by the feds because of his cruel and unusual punishment techniques. I take after him. He enjoyed inflicting pain on others. The difference between us is that I am not torturing incarcerated criminals. I like to make women, men and brats alike bleed. Not just the bad ones either. Granddad only tortured inmates. When his prison was shut down, I inherited everything the feds didn’t take. I have some knives and torture devices from the 40s and 50s and even earlier because he was a collector too. Grandpa had and old cabin in the woods complete with a torture chamber in the basement. I inherited that too. It is three counties away, a 2-hour drive. I make that drive weekly because it is my kill shack. I was there last night because I performed a ritualistic kill in honor of my granddad’s birthday. He would have been 90 yesterday. I picked up this female grifter. I had seen her in action, and she thought she could con me, but the joke was one her. I knew what she was before she spoke. Grandpa liked to make his torture fit the crime, so I tied her up and chopped off her fingers first. I took each finger with a different knife. She likes to pick pockets and boost gift cards, so I took her fingers and her hands slowly and meticulously. Lots of blood. Lots of screaming and crying too. Grandpa would have been proud because I tortured her for hours before I turned her into a snuff victim. She would have been caught eventually and put in prison. I saved the taxpayers money and had some fun. It was Sunday Funday after all.

Danse Macabre

sex with dead bodies

You said that you’d never be happy until you had taken everything from me. I didn’t really believe you though. As I lie on the bed gurgling up red spray onto my sweaty skin I can see it in your eyes that you meant every macabre word. I suppose that you hadn’t planned to become the kind of man that would cross such a line, did you? Now looking down at me knowing that you’ll have me entirely anyway that you want you’re prepared to have sex with dead bodies. You’re alright with one dead body being fucked by you anyway, right?
You smirk while the knowledge of your plan spreads through my mind like a virus. You plan to take me apart and defile me once I’m gone, don’t you? I know that you like control, I just didn’t realize how far it spread. I won’t feel the pain you intend to inflict. I won’t feel your vile sexual wrath being unleashed on me. I’ll watch you with dead motionless approving eyes. I’ll die knowing that this might not be the only time that you make use of my lifeless corpse for your ultimate and final domination over me.

Blasphemy phone sex WIth The Angel Of Death Jezabel

Blasphemy Phone sex

Your hot sweet young daughter is the source of my blasphemy phone sex Chronicles. That devoted little Catholic girl who wears her rosery and is sprouting up into a nice fine young specimen. What I wouldn’t do to have her gangbanged by huge cock hanging mother fucking evil Men. No less than 25 men force fucking her under the cross with Jesus bearing down on her mutilated holes. For he has risen again! His cock has risen! She would trust me as I led her into the sanctuary and have her go in the confessional and tell the priest that she secretly touches herself. And then pull her out and film the best gangbang rape porn ever. Get her addicted to cock and cocaine at the same time. Maybe even string her neck up by her rosery and cut her into a million pieces after she has been used like the whore, we will make her! A couple of years of her prostituting her fine young body and more accomplice porn training for her before I snuff her and her friends out!

Offing the Pet Daddy Let me Keep

Snuff Phone SexSo, when I am bored and daddy gives me permission to play, I log onto the dark web to a website where guys pay me to show them my beautiful, hot sexy body and any other naughty, evil stuff they have in mind. Sometimes they have a person with them, and we torture them together. It is so fucking hot. I haven’t been on in a while, so my requests were blowing up. I was reading through the list and this one request caught my attention. He had a passed-out cunt with him and wanted to off her. Bingo, that was my first. I sent him a hefty invoice and waited for my PayPal to ring with payment. I got all set up and dialed his digits. He wasn’t a bad looking guy and the girl was passed out, but I couldn’t see her face. No worries didn’t care. He pulled out his dick and asked me to get him hard and make him cum. Dude, I could do this in my sleep. I stood up, undressed and shoved my nice, bald, fat pussy as close to the webcam as possible. I them spread my pussy lips so he could get a close of my clit and labia. I stepped back and dude was rock hard. I sat down, spread my legs wide and started fingering myself with one hand and pinching my nipples with the other. I rubbed my clit until it was nice and hard and then positioned myself closer and squirted my cum all over the lens. Dude blew the biggest load. He then asked if he paid more could I help him off his friend. Damn right I can do that. He deposited more money and we got to business. I still couldn’t see the bitches face, but I could see her naked body. I told him to spread her legs wide and start fingering that pussy. He did and the passed-out girl started to moan. I told him to bring her close to climax and then stop and smack her pussy hard. He did this a few times and I tell you I was turned on again. I told him to get a nice sharp knife and bring her to climax and then slit the sluts throat. He did exactly what he was told. My god the power of my pussy over a man is incredible. After he slit her throat her head fell forward and there beside him, bleeding out, was my little pet daddy had given me. I wanted to be sad, but it only made me hotter and just a touch of my fingers brought me to orgasm again.

I’m Not Always The Victim

sadistic phone sex

I bet that you’re tired of these training wheel Dommes that just dip into the shallow end of the BDSM pool. You know that you’re capable of enduring so much more than some light spanking and ass worship. What you need is a cruel and evil Domme. You need to call me and give yourself over to my sadistic phone sex desires. Get your hand off of your cock and read carefully. Do you want to tell me what your limits are? It’s like this, slave. Your limits are up to and including death. You better be prepared to sacrifice yourself to my inner demoness.
Are you afraid? You damn well should be, you should be mortally terrified. I’ll drive you to the edge of your sanity and stretch your pain threshold until you’re a quivering mess of blood and cum and you can’t even remember your own name. Fuck politeness, fuck safe sane and consensual. I am here for more, faster, harder, rougher and I am taking you down with me. I can smell your metallic blood from here and it smells like wicked rapture to me. Your life is going to be snuffed out for my sadistic pleasure.

Knife Play Phone Sex: A Blade Over Bullets Every Time

knife play phone sexI enjoy knife play phone sex calls. So much you can do with a knife. It is more versatile than a gun. It gives more pain too. A shot to the head or the heart, die quickly. Where is the fun in that? A knife can stab. It can cut. It can slice. It can dice. It can peel. It can chop. It can castrate. A gun can just shoot. Guns are traceable too. Any one can own a knife. Trust me. I know. I own a lot of knives. I use them for many things. I will stab a bitch in the gut and watch her bleed out slowly or I can stab her cunt and ruin her baby making plans. I will cut an artery and masturbate in the blood spurt. I will slice limbs off for amusement. I will dice up body parts and eat them for dinner like I am Annabel Lector lol. I can peel off skin to make things very painful for my victim. I can chop off whore tits and a bastard dick. And, I can castrate worthless balls. If I can chop off a cock, I can’t just leave the balls, right? A knife is a better playmate than a gun. Trust me, I know.