Category: Knife play phone sex

Medical Fetish Phone Sex Sick Fantasy

medical fetish phone sex

Do you enjoy medical fetish phone sex? I have a weird fantasy. More like a dark desire. I want to go to a sadistic gynecologist. I want to be completely naked and in stirrups. I want to be strapped down and sexually tortured until I pass out or die. I know. I am fucked up. I was at the hospital a couple days ago for a Covid-19 test. I saw all these handsome doctors around and wondered if any of them were sadistic, woman hating bastards. I know they take an oath to help people, but many folks still believe Jack the Ripper was a doctor. Maybe that is where I got my demented medical fantasy. I have a love for true crime. I masturbate thinking of myself as the victim. Sick bitch, I know. Maybe you would like to play doctor with me? Have you ever wanted to sterilize a girl? Or mutilate her sex organs so she will never reproduce or fuck again? You know, ruin a woman forever. My fantasy is dark, but I am constantly masturbating to it.  I am probed with a sharp speculum that cuts my cervix. Shreds my girl parts until my womb is empty. I am strapped down with my internal girl parts in a bloody pile on the floor. You would think that would be enough, but no. I want fucked with a cattle prod. I want my clit burned with a blow torch. I want my labia lips cut off with scissors. Violent and sadistic torture sex of my female parts makes my pussy so wet. And, let’s not forget about sexually mutilating my tits and asshole either. They are up for torture too. Damn, I need some violent fucking. I would settle for some violent phone fun, however. Think you are sadistic enough for me?

Bloody Phone Sex and the Black Dahlia

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It excited me when you told me that you were turned on by one of the most famous cold cases in US history – the Black Dahlia. I asked you about that story made your cock hard. You told me that when you looked at the crime scene photos, your cock immediately got rock hard. The way she was bisected, the way her face was cut to make it look like she was smiling, and the way the killer cut a crisscross pattern right above her pussy. All of it made you so excited that you could hardly stand it.

And that’s when you told me that you wanted to do that to me. You wanted to slice my face while I was still alive so you could watch the blood saturate my blonde hair. You told me that you wanted to tie my legs up so that they were wide open and you could slice up my pussy. And you said you’d be saving the best part for last… you were going to cut me in half and watch the blood drain slowly from my body. Are you up for some bloody phone sex? I’m ready and waiting for you.

Snuff Sex Only

snuff sexSnuff sex is the only kind for me. Consider me a praying mantis. I fuck and then bite the head off my lovers. I am not a romantic bitch. I want to fuck but I do not want to do small talk or snuggle. Hell, I do not even want to hear about your day. That day to day inconsequential shit bores me. I want to stab a man’s eyes out the moment he says something stupid like, “How was your day,” or calls me honey. I hooked up with this Goth dude last night. I thought he understood my rules. Men always think I am kidding when I tell them I do not do girlfriend stuff. I am using men for a quick release, nothing more. I am a black widow without being married. I have killed or castrated, often both, 100s of men plus one after last night. Thousands of men if you count the ones, I would not fuck for a million dollars. I hate men. But I hate everyone. I am a loner type. I am an equal opportunity evil bitch. I kill little ones and cunts too. Little ones annoy the fuck out of me. Germy little fuck trophies that drain your soul should rarely be brought into this world, yet millions of these fucking brats are born daily. I am just population control. Call me Covid, LOL. I get rid of the weak, the meek and the sick. And I get rid of the assholes, small dick losers, gold diggers and vacuous Barbie dolls. The world has run amuck with too many worthless types. Like Trump, I want to make America great again. I do that with knife play phone sex. I am slicing, cutting and stabbing my way to a much better country. My question for you is are you my victim or my accomplice?

Snatch Snack Ala Sushi

I love sushi, and it’s exciting to watch that sweet flesh sliced into perfection. My kind of sushi is a bit of a delicacy. If you are into cannibalism phone sex then this will be hot. Few enjoy this and I do love to slather it with wasabi. I love watching it become inflamed and the being that this sweet flesh meat belongs to squirms and can’t scream. I like feeding her the delicacy that paralyzes her but she is still awake and feels the burning of the wasabi on her snatch. Taking a nice long Yanagiba filet knife and tenderly slicing that sweet clam into beautiful fleshy strips is a bit of a fetish of mine. I like having a young girl or two and a boy to play with. I slice that tender penis flesh into the most exquisite pieces of meat to enjoy with a good Sake and fiery wasabi. I’m really craving a fix now. I guess I need to g to market and get that flesh for tonight.

Cannibalism phone sex

Castration Phone Sex Makes Me Tingly

castration phone sexI do any sick fantasy well, but I do enjoy castration phone sex more than I should.  The thought of a loser being so self-aware that he knows his balls need to be removed makes me all warm and fuzzy. Yes, I know something is wrong with me. I have heard that since I was a little girl. I used to castrate my sisters’ Ken dolls. I also beheaded their Barbie dolls. I am the black sheep of the family. I take after my great grandfather. He was the head of a private prison that experimented on prisoners for profit. They were guinea pigs for pharmaceutical companies giving my great granddad kickbacks. It was cruel and unusual punishment, but these were the dregs of society, so I never understood why anyone gave a fuck about how they were treated. I was just a little girl, but I understood that those men did not deserve the same rights as me or my grandpa or you. When I was a teen girl, I got to assist him. I was set to inherit his prison when the Feds shut him down. I did get all the prison’s content including the electrocution chair. It was made in 1952 way before I was born. I use it for castration and torture sex now. As much as I love castrating men on the phone, the real deal is what gets me wet. It is just that guys I castrate in my grandpa’s old execution chair do not know they deserves to have their nuts gone. The losers who call me, do. I do not need permission, however, to remove some one’s balls or sexually mutilate their sex organs. I do it for the greater good. Small dicked assholes do not need to reproduce more small dicked assholes.

Snuff Slut Who Loves Torture Sex

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When I met him, I knew that it was going to end badly for me. I didn’t know that he was going to push me past any limits, though. The pain grew more intense with each session of torture sex. It didn’t matter; I could not get enough. My nipples were raw, my thighs covered in lacerations, but I gave him more. He would choke me so harshly that I just knew I was gone. It burns my soul to give so much to him, but I’ve never come harder in all of my life. I wanted it.
He pushed the knife deeper, deeper each time he used it on me. My pussy dripped as the blood coursed out from my body. Finally, he confessed that he wouldn’t be satisfied until he felt my body go cold while he was balls deep inside of me. The butcher started to remove parts of my skin as I watched in exquisite horror. He flayed me, and then I lost consciousness. A hard jab my jaw brought me back to the moment. He wrapped his gloved hands around the handles of the garrote. My life faded, and he licked the fresh spill from my throat.

He Was Sick Of That Bitch

He called me up and wanted to talk about ways to kill the bitch wife of his. We settled on suffocation phone sex with some plastic bag fun. It’s easy and contains the mess perfectly. I told him to just get a contractors bag as they are my favorite heavy duty bags to use for all my clean up. I use them as tarps and as ways to haul remains out. Contractor trash bags that are heavy fucking duty are my sidekick man! I always keep a couple around with a roll of duct tape, scissors, and some kind of twine or rope. I always have a knife at hand and it goes without saying I always have either vodka or some Everclear on hand also. I wouldn’t be a good sadist without any of those things. And lets not forget a few kinds or things for fire! Ya know I started out as a little bit of an arsonist. I remember setting a church on fire once as a wee thing. But that is another story. So anyway, back to the bitch wife. I directed him to drug her drink, get her passed out really good. Take the trash bag and duct tape. Put the bag on her head and fasten the tape around the bag at her head. Then he needed to violate the fuck out of her whore cunt and ass and use anything he had once he was done hate fucking her. But be sure that he gets satisfaction while she suffocates to her death and the shock that he causes those holes as he tears them up. If he needed I would be by after dark to finish her off. He followed orders quite well and we hauled the dead whores body away to a swamp full of crocs.

Suffocation phone sex

Knife Play Phone Sex Fun on the 4th of July

knife play phone sexLast night was the night to wreck some knife play phone sex havoc. So many little brats out lighting off fireworks and playing with sparklers. With it being dark and parents drunk, it was easy to snatch a few up undetected. No one was paying attention and with all the noise, no one heard the brats I kidnapped screaming. I came in the loudness and darkness of the night and scooped up three precious little angels. I am sure some one missed them eventually. I drugged them with chloroform. They woke up in my cabin in the woods, naked and scared. I wish I had you with me because I only sliced and diced their bodies. A male accomplice phone sex partner could have fucked these little bald cunts before I mutilated them. It was fun to destroy the future welfare cunts of America, but I like watching them be violated too. A big dick in the tiniest and baldest cunts looks amazing. If you think what I did was so wrong, what the fuck you doing on a snuff site? I am not a vanilla bitch. These little cunts would have just grown up to be your future ex-wives draining your resources but never putting out. They did not go quietly, but we were in the middle of the woods. No one around for miles. Only the wildlife heard their screams. The local animals love screams. When they hear a brat screaming in pain, they flock to my kill shack because they know it is feeding time. They are my accomplices because they eat the remains. When you have me as your partner in murder, I take care of all the evidence.  You can leave your DNA in those tight fuck holes and I will butcher what is left and feed it too coyotes and bears.

I Outta be in Snuff Movies

snuff moviesI met him at a bar. He said I look like I belong in snuff movies. I was drunk. I was flattered. I was dumb and desperate for attention. This was my first night out in months. I drank too much. I fell for false flattery. I have daddy issues. Every time I meet an older man, I try to make him love me. I agree to anything. I do anything. And it will kill me eventually. Mark was just what I was looking for. A handsome man to take me away from the stress. I was thinking some wine, bondage and rough sex. He was thinking more along the lines of snuff porn. He thinks blonde bimbos deserve to die. They deserve to be degraded and humiliated. I went with it because I am so desperate for attention. My daddy issues run deep. He tied me up to one of those BDSM cross boards. It spun me around too. A couple good spins and I was puking from the motion sickness. He was just starting to have fun with me. He whipped me like a Nigger slave. My skin was split open. I was bleeding. He pissed in my open wounds and laughed. A deep sinister belly laugh that filled me with fear. I saw the knives. I knew what was coming. Before he slit my throat, however, he mutilated my female parts. He shoved a blow torch up my cunt. Never felt pain like that before. I went into shock. I was shaking and puking, even pissing myself. I would never breed again. That was the least of my worries though. He just did that for kicks. I was not going to survive the night, so it was all moot anyway. He sliced off my tits and my clit before he slit my throat. Bound to his cross, I slumped like a lifeless doll as the blood flowed out of my body and onto the ground.

Snuff Sex Makes America Great Again

snuff sexSnuff sex is the only kind of sex I have nowadays. I find even less use for men, people in general with this fucking plague. People are idiots. Men bitching about a haircut, talking about all lives matter, bitching about wearing a mask and complaining about food name changes and statutes being removed and no more rebel flag at Nascar events. I mean why the fuck do they care? Half these idiots are fat old white guys who do not live in the deep south and could not even tell you who the fucking statute is and what that person contributed to history. To me, no white male lives matter at all. All I must do is go on social media and find a jackass with a death wish. I found Bubba. No shit his name was Bubba. He lives a few counties over in a trail park. Poster boy for birth control. Missing some teeth. Big old beer gut yet he had some stupid memes fat shaming chicks on his wall. There was a picture with him in a Confederate flag shirt next to his Ford truck with big old truck balls. He was wearing his Making America Great Again red ball cap and drinking a Pabst Blue Ribbon beer I heard banjo music just looking at him. No way Bubba represents anything great about this country. I decided he needed something more than castration phone sex. I cat fished him. Had him meet me in a no tell motel for a kinky tryst. Like he could get a girl like me, let alone the girl in the picture I cat fished him with. Bubba was so dumb he just thought he was getting two chicks. I drugged him and he hit the floor with a big thud. Bubba lost his balls and his dick. I went Lorena Bobbitt on Bubba because all lives do not matter. And there does not need to be more Bubbas in the world. He screamed bloody murder. I shoved his dick and his balls in his mouth. And I put his Make America Great Again hat over his mutilated sex organs. Normally, I never call 911, but I wanted Bubba to live. I wanted him to know there is a cost to his free speech and sexism. Fat fuck will hopefully learn a lesson. Just for shits and giggles, I carved Black Lives Matter and Trans Rights on his chest. I know that will just annoy the shit out of him.