Category: Knife play phone sex

Till Death Do Us Part

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I had the nastiest dream the other night that would make for a wonderful necrophilia phone sex roleplay. I’m blushing now as I think about it, but I’m also feeling the urges bubble back up. I dreamt that I was alone overnight in a funeral home and that I was so turned on by the thought of necrophilia that I indulged the fantasy. In my dream I walked into the funeral parlor and there was a beautiful man lying in a mahogany casket. He was dressed in a suit jacket and it made me wonder what he was wearing below the waist. That part was hidden in the bottom half of the casket.
I opened it and he had the matching pants with the suit, but his cock was still hard. I looked around to make sure that I was alone as I yanked up my skirt and removed my panties. His pants were off in seconds and I was on him. My wet slit was taking his cold hard cock. I couldn’t believe that I was riding him. I looked out at the empty seats in the parlor and imagined being watched. It sent a shiver through me and pushed me to my orgasm. I need to roleplay it soon.

Blood And Guts Knife Play Phone Sex Slut

I took the job as a babysitter to satisfy my needs for young pussy and cock. And to please the Angel of Death that resides in me. What I wasn’t expecting was the mother to be 8 months pregnant and just having me over to watch the brats while she took a nap and then went shopping. My face was intent on watching that womb bounce with forceful kicks from her bun in the oven. I hadn’t had a fresh one like that in some time. My hand started to twitch and the hunting knife in my boot seemed to heat up on my leg. Visions of me slicing her open like a melon and getting my fresh prey out had me wetting my panties. Then her teenage son came down the stairs in his motorcycle jacket and kissed his mom goodbye as his hands lovingly caressed her stomach. One look into his eyes and I knew he was like me. It was him I had spoken too on the internet and texted. U thought it was the husband, but no I would be murdering them all slowly and now a pregnant whore to force the birth and kill as well. A whisper to my ear said he would be back in two hours and to leave his mother for both of us. I would have her tied up and in shock from watching her little ones be killed and molested in her eyes. This was going to be a good, good night!accomplice phone sex

I Love Being Your Victim

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I know a lot of people might not understand the particular fantasy I’m about to tell you about, but I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately. I figured if anyone would understand, it would be all of you kinky perverts. I have this fantasy about being a snuff victim. It’s really the ultimate act of submission and I want someone to call me so I know how it feels. You can even come up with the fantasy and way to snuff me out if you want. I don’t really care too much about that. I just want to know what it feels like to put my life in your hands.
But if you want to hear about what I think about most, I guess the most common snuff fantasy I have is that you choke me to death while you fuck me. You could get on top of me and wrap your hands around my neck and keep squeezing. It turns me on to think about you cumming while you squeeze the last of the life out of my body. But like I said, you can come up with any fantasy you want and I’ll go with it. I just want you to snuff me out.

Knife play phone sex

Knife play phone sexCan you see it now? It’s Christmas Morning and you go downstairs, there’s a giant box next to the tree, big enough to fit a person in it. You dismiss it, going forth to get your morning coffee. You start to hear sounds, they sound almost like whimpering. You start to think about what could be in that box, and the idea of someone sneaking a puppy into your home has you instantly seeing red. You don’t want a stupid fucking mutt for Christmas, you want a slut! You walk over to the box and open it slowly, it all falls open to expose a cage, and inside that cage is a girl. That girl is me and I am your present. I am tied up and bound tightly in red rope there’s even a bow in my hair. I am naked and helpless as he looks down at me stroking his cock more and more as he looks at me. “Ah so you are my little slut, not my little mutt aren’t you now” I whimper as he kicks the cage. “Nonetheless, you will have to be trained just like all my other sex slaves. And just because it’s Christmas doesn’t mean I am going to take it easy on you whore.” He goes on to say “You’re my gift, not the other way around and I sure do love a nice red Christmas!” He says this while he takes out a sharp knife and starts cutting me through the bars of my cage, my blood pouring out, the red Christmas he was just talking about.

Ending the Year and My Life with Snuff Sex

snuff sexI was Christmas shopping at the mall. Snuff sex was not on my mind. But it was on his mind. As I walked to my car, I felt eyes on me. I am a hot woman. It happens. When I popped my trunk to store my bags, I felt a sharp prick in my neck. Some one drugged me with a needle. I went limp as everything went dark. I woke up tied to a bed with a gag in my mouth. Some guy I didn’t know was talking to me in a language I didn’t understand either. I struggled, testing how tightly I was bound. He saw me, said something, then burned my left nipple with his cigar. I felt a tear run down my face from the pain. He pulled his cock out and pissed on my tit where he burned me. He had this sinister look on his face. He liked inflicting pain. I saw him grab a knife and I pissed the bed I was tied to. He chopped off my tit. I screamed as loud as I could, but it was muffled. When he cut off my other boob, I passed out. He slapped me back awake. Looking at my defiled breasts made me sick. I puked but ended up swallowing it all back down. I wanted to die. I knew snuff porn was how I was going to end the year. I saw him pick up a bat inspired by The Walking Dead Lucille bat that Negan used to kill Glenn and Abraham. I saw him hold it over my head. I prayed for a quick death, but that didn’t happen. I laid there with my own brain matter sprayed over my face twitching while my killer stroked his cock. It seemed like an eternity until everything went dark.

Snuff Porn and Castration

snuff pornWhile most folks are watching Christmas movies, I am watching snuff porn. I am more murderous this time of year because I lack any holiday spirit and I hate people. Bah humbug. I could only watch so much before I had to kill. But who? Who had been the naughtiest? I wanted to kill my neighbor but that would break my rule of killing close to home. I have a few rules I adhere to and they keep me safe from the law. I went to the mall and picked up a guy who resembled my loser neighbor. The issue with my neighbor is that he thinks he is a Lothario.  He has a revolving door of women but makes them all think she is the only one. He thinks he is George Clooney or something, but he looks more like one of the Three Stooges. He is not handsome and because he is an exhibitionist, I can see he is not hung either. No clue what women see in him. He is not rich. He is not handsome, and he is not hung. Triple loser. My guess is he lies. Tells women he is some rich guy, but he is a poser. Since I couldn’t kill him, I could kill a man like him, or at least castrate him. I found this goober who thought he had what I wanted. If I wanted a fat poor pathetic loser, then sure, he had what I needed. But I would never need that. I let him think we were going to my cabin in the woods to fuck. I castrated him. Just like I do on castration phone sex calls. I chopped his balls off. They were just little nuggets anyway. He started crying in pain and bleeding like a stuck pig. I just laughed as he cried for his worthless nuts. I went out to kill, but I wanted him to live without his balls. I wanted him to have a constant reminder that he is not all that. Now, I need to figure out what to do with my loser neighbor and you. I bet you are just as pathetic.

Accomplice Phone Sex

accomplice phone sexI am a good submissive. It was what I was born to do. I was not born to dominate, but sometimes a master wants me to take the reigns when breaking in a new slave. It is against my nature, but if I want to live, I do it. Master brought me Lauri.  She is a new working girl in his harem. She is a special girl. She used to be a man. Master wants to take advantage of the new demand for special girls, so he added a T-girl and a transgendered girl. I had to break her in. I mustered up all my anger for master and his friends and took it out on her girl parts. She had a newly minted pussy that I destroyed. As I took a baseball bat to her brand new pussy, she screamed in pain. I was just getting started. I took a knife and carved whore on her fake boobs. I know that hurt. She cried and pleaded for mercy. I did feel bad, but I was gaining favor with our master and pimp. Master brands all his whores. I couldn’t kill her, so I had to stop. She was destroyed, but I would nurse her back to gold. If I don’t, master will let her return the favor and I am she would give back worse than I delivered.

Dark Frozen Doll

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Don’t let my sweet appearance fool you because when the day is done and the sun has set a new time begins. The night belongs to the dark ones, the wild ones, the sinful ones. When the moon rises as do the human monsters that lurk in the shadow. It’s time for you to pick up your phone and dial up your phantom lover for some intense gothic phone sex. I’ll be waiting for you in strands of black fabric arranged to tempt and taunt you. I’ll give you peaks of my long slender neck, my milky breasts, my smooth legs and to top it all off I’ll be waiting with an innocent doe eyed face.
I’m the picture of a gothic Lolita and you can’t help yourself when the blood runs hot and your teeth are on edge. You have to take that innocence down to it’s death, bloodied and broken. It’s not your fault that you hunger for something entirely depraved is it? No one is at fault for the fact that you lust for my blood in all ways.Take me from this wretched world, save me from the terrors of the daylight. Let me sleep forever as a beautiful dark doll frozen in time at your hands.

Nobody Will Miss That Whore

knife play phone sexMe and Daddy took a little hiatus after that home invasion. For one we were tired and secondly, we needed to avoid any law enforcement. But the constant news coverage was too much. We needed to play. So, we went down to 2nd St to pick up a prostitute. Nobody would miss her now would they? We picked her up and brought her back to Daddy’s garage. There we smoked some meth and drank an outrageous amount of alcohol. She was out of her mind so we knew this would be easy. We undressed her, laid her on the table and strapped her down. Daddy hopped up and stuck his dick right in her mouth and fucked her throat hard. Not wanting to be left out I strapped on a big black dildo and hopped up and fucked her pussy raw. Then me and Daddy pulled out our little box of tools. We pulled out an ice pick and a nice butcher knife. Not wanting to listen to her screams we stuffed her nasty panties deep inside her cum filled mouth. We sliced those big saggy titties right off. Next, we decided to remove that pussy of hers, but not before sticking that ice pick deep inside numerous places in her belly. Blood was pouring out of that whore and had puddled on the floor. Me and Daddy lay right in that blood and fucked each other until we were covered with her blood and my hair was red from it. She made the occasional moans, but we knew she wouldn’t last long. So, we quickly called Daddy’s friends to come over to fuck her and placed bets on who would be fucking her when she took her last breath.

Holidays Bring Out Sadistic Phone Sex

sadistic phone sexSadistic phone sex is the best gift you can give yourself for the holidays. Trust me. I understand murderous impulses, dark desires and uncontrollable rage. I am filled with all three daily. I have discovered that letting my homicidal impulses out is the best therapy. Keeping anything bottled inside is bad for your health. So, when I saw the little brat making a snowman, I didn’t keep my urges in. I checked my surroundings to make sure I would not get busted. It would have been better with a male accomplice, but I still had my fun. I made a bloody angel in the snow. I stabbed her many times as she screamed out in pain. Eventually, she was gagging on the blood regurgitating out of the hole in her throat. The white snow under her tiny body turned bright red. I watched the life go out of her body. It was a therapeutic kill. Perhaps, that girl did nothing to me, but it felt good to let out all the rage. It felt cathartic to kill because so many people piss me off this time of year. Give it a try. I think you will find that killing and force fucking will put you in the holiday mood.