Category: Medical fetish phone sex

Medical fetish phone sex

Medical fetish phone sex

Welcome to my nurse’s dungeon. Did I seduce you into medical fetish phone sex? Don’t be shy. Come in and take off your clothes and put this hospital gown on for me. Let me know when you’re ready. I’ll have you sit down on this table and lay back down on it. I’m then going to put these straps around your ankles and wrists. I make sure it’s tight because I don’t want you squirming around too much.

                I start to reach for my medical tools, and you let out a whimper. I first get my ball gag and put it in your mouth, so I don’t have to hear you scream. Next, I get out my scalpel. When I get it out, you can see the light reflect off the blade. I walk over to you and make the first cut on your chest, and I see your fists clench up and your body lifts a little bit. Once you settle down, I cut your inner thighs and the closer I get to your cock, the more I see it grow.

Violent Phone Sex Turns My Son On More Than Anything

violent phone sexMy boy enjoys violent phone sex and so do his viewers who subscribe to his channel. Although he brings me lots of coke to dull the pain, I always feel it the next day. Two days later and I am still sore. But his primo coke is the only medicine I need. He surprised me Thursday night. I knew I was in trouble too. He seemed like a lot was on his mind and he needed to take it out on his favorite mommy whore.

He went right in to punching my tits and slapping my face. Although he might punch me in the jaw, so my teeth go flying, he will never punch my nose. He knows I need my sniffer. My boy did not come alone. So, I knew I was in trouble. Perhaps, this would be a true snuff porn with the backup boys. He invited some of his viewers to join our live show. The last time that happened, I needed an ER visit. Either I have toughened up or his coke has improved. Maybe, both.

Mommy is My Son’s Favorite Punching Bag

Those boys joined in on playing soccer bopper with my body as I pushed out my asshole. I know what my son and his fans like to see. They enjoy abusing my prolapse. After what felt like an eternity of being punched and slapped with hands and cocks, they turned their attention to my waddle. That’s what I call my prolapsed asshole because it looks like a turkey neck when I am on all fours. It hangs between my legs. And the boys, including my son, took turns punching my waddle. They fucked me for hours too. Rough sex. It is all they like. My asshole got fucked from the outside in.

But I am no stranger to gangbang rape porn. So, they played musical chairs with my fuck holes. That night, I was a 4-hole wonder. I know what you are thinking. How can she have four holes. My son’s favorite hole is my pee hole. And all the coke in the world does not dull that kind of pain. Four cocks ravaged my urethra, and it still feels like I am pissing out glass shards. My pee is bloody, and I am in pain every time I urinate.

Hey, but I survived another live streaming night. One of these days, I might not survive it. But I know my boy loves his mommy. Why else would he bring me such good coke to help ease the pain?

Killer phone sex that isn’t hard to find Daddy!

Killer phone sex

Killer phone sex that isn’t hard to find Daddy! Some might say I have a twisted mind and a thirst for blood, but to me, it’s just an insatiable hunger for pleasure. And I am not afraid to admit it. I love offering the hottest and most disturbing fantasies to anyone who is brave enough to call.

I get off on using sharp objects to stab and torture my victims, both physically and mentally. The screams of pain and the fear in their eyes only intensify my pleasure. And when I’m done, I take things to the next level by indulging in some sexy and violent activities with my Daddy!

Together, we get fresh meat and use all kinds of objects to make them squirm. We tease and taunt them, driving them to the brink of madness before finally giving them the ultimate release. Our favorite part is when we get to fuck our victims, and we do it with intensity and insanity. I love seeing the fear and pain in their eyes as we ravage them. And I know daddy loves it too, as he takes control of their mouths while I go to town on their pussy and asshole with my big hunting knives.

 We love seeing blood and sweat mix together as we indulge in our dark desires. And for those who are brave enough, we also offer wild mutilation phone sex. That’s right, we don’t just stop at pain and pleasure, we take it a step further and fulfill your darkest and most twisted fantasies.

So, daddy, if you’re looking for something truly wild and unforgettable, give me a call. I promise to give you the best playtime experience you’ve ever had. But be warned, once you enter my world, there is no turning back. I am ready to fulfill your every desire.

Snuff Phone Sex Means I am Not Your GFE or Your Blowjob Queen

snuff phone sexI work a snuff phone sex line. And I am clear that I am not your girlfriend. Yet, every damn day I get several messages like “Hey, Boo,” or “What color are your panties?” Seriously, you are going to ask a killer Goth chick about the color of her panties. Black, like my heart will be my response going forward.  I am not who you contact when you feel horny. Not unless you want your junk removed. Read my fucking blogs losers. I do not give a virtual blowjob unless you want me to be Lorena Bobbit.  

Since I am clear about who I am and what type of calls I do, I never feel bad for virtually castrating or snuffing a guy out. You do not call a sadistic phone sex bitch for a blowjob. And you don’t call her to be your girlfriend. I am not your GFE. More like your CPE. Castration phone experience. I possess a large collection of testicles and dicks in mason jars in my basement. What is another pair to me?

Call at Your Own Risk. I am Not Your Girlfriend

Now, I do not just do virtual castrations either. Although I grew up on a farm, I prefer to castrate with knives not castration bands like they use on sheep.  I herded a few men Friday night. A bunch of punk college boys came into my Goth bar and began making fun of Goth girls less secure than me. So, I got in their faces, and told them they cannot come into our bar and start hurling insults. They did not take well to a Goth girl telling them what to do.

So, I drugged their beer with the help of the bartender. Since there were 5 of them, I needed help. And I got it. Every Goth chick in the bar helped me in my first ever group castration phone sex experience. One girl restrained the guys for me. Another one took off their pants. The bartender heated up a pan for me to cauterize the wounds. And I went from one loser to the next loser cutting off their balls. It got messy but these losers slept through it all, sadly.

I Prefer My Castration Victims Awake for the Torture

Although I prefer my victims to feel the pain and hear my reasoning for why they deserve to be without balls, we needed to get these guys out of the bar so they would not know where or how they lost their testes. My knockout drug fogs the memory too. The bartender drives a truck, so we piled them up in the truck bed, and dropped them in the park. The bartender erased the camera footage of them entering the bar and rigged the system to look like an older date. You know protection if anyone comes asking if the guys came into this bar. That night was a girl’s night.

I might have some future accomplices with my ladies from my Goth bar. At least for castration. They might not go along with all my other killer activities, LOL. I am not for the faint at heart.

Domination Phone Sex with Some CBT Because You are a Loser

domination phone sexDo you need domination phone sex? I find that many men do. Now, I am a sexy switch. I can be submissive if you are a real man. But some tiny dick loser no longer gets to dominate me. I am almost 40 and I have decided that I like being worshiped and spoiled. But only real men get to do that. Sometimes, I think a man is a real man, but then I find out I was wrong.

Charlie and I had a wonderful date on Friday, but when we got back to his place, I discovered his cock was no bigger than my pinky finger. Hell, no. I laughed. And he tried to punch me. But I was not in the mood to let this loser beat me up. I do not want anyone to beat me up. Not anymore. But I can defend myself well.

I Defend Myself with CBT like Castration

I kicked him in the balls. My stiletto shoe brought him to his knees. Since I enjoy cock and ball torture sex, I decided to trample his worthless pecker. He cried out like a little bitch as I did a dance on his worthless wiener. He had it coming to him. I mean who tries to punch a woman in the #MeToo era? A loser who deserves to be castrated. Although I have never chopped a guy’s nuggets off, I fantasize about it all the time. This loser’s dick and nuggets were so minuscule that my stiletto shoe alone could castrate him.

So, I used a little force with my heel. Dug it in deep then rocked my food back and forth until I severed one nugget. While he writhed around in pain and bled, I took care of the other testicle too. I filmed it. Everything, even him trying to punch me. A nanny cam keeps me safe and gives me security from worthless men like Charlie. He gave me enough info on our date to know how to find him at work. A high public official like himself might loose everything if he was caught trying to assault a woman.

I was simply defending myself with castration phone sex. And I will do it again too.

Necrophilia Phone Sex Turned Me into His Corpse Bride

necrophilia phone sexNecrophilia phone sex turned me on more than I ever could imagine. But my caller likes fucking dead girls. So, I pretended to be his corpse. A little back story. My caller used to work in a mortuary. He would tag the bodies as they came in and prep them for the medical examiner. He was not quite Quincy, MD. But he did work with dead people. And he developed a fetish. A fetish that eventually got him fired.

He got caught with his dick in a stiff’s mouth. But as he told me the story of how hot this chick was, I could not blame him. I do not judge. My life is not vanilla. So, I promise that if you like sex with dead bodies, I can be your sexy corpse too. My caller told me all about his fetish and how it began when his mother died. He fucked her dead body before calling 911. And he was just a high school boy back then.

Turns Out I Like Being Your Corpse Bride

Listening to his obsession with sexy dead women, aroused me in a way I did not expect. The thought of some guy wanting me so much he would fuck my dead body turned me on. So, we role played that I was his corpse. In our scenario, I came in fresh off the ambulance. EMTs pronounced me dead on arrival after a car accident. My body had fresh blood on it, but that did not deter my caller.

The bright red blood in my long blonde hair turned him on more. Although he prefers to fuck a woman before rigor mortis kicks in, he wanted to clean me up a bit. Turn me into his dead princess. He brushed my hair, cleaned the blood off my cadaver and put some make up on me. I laid quiet and still as he treated me like his corpse bride. After he dolled up my corpse, he fucked me. The rigor mortis felt good on his cock because my pussy suddenly got as tight as a virgin’s schoolgirl’s pussy.

He fucked my dead cunt and ass. And he came so hard inside me too. I know it was a taboo phone sex call, but it made us both cum so hard. I am always game for your dark fantasies too.

Gangbang rape porn gets my pussy gushing baby!

Gangbang rape pornGangbang rape porn gets my pussy gushing baby! I want to tell you all about the taboo desires that run through my veins. I crave the thrill of danger and the ultimate rush of pleasure that comes with pushing boundaries and breaking the rules.

Do you want to know my ultimate fantasy? It’s a gangbang rape scene that ends in my brutal murder. The thought of being violated and taken against my will by a group of horny men as they use and abuse my body, it gets my pussy gushing baby. The thought of being strangled and feeling the last breath leave my body as I am pleasured to the brink of insanity, it’s a rush like no other.

And let me tell you, I have a Master who loves it just as much as I do. He encourages and guides me in my dark desires, giving me the freedom to explore every twisted thought that crosses my mind. One of our favorite things to do together is Bloody phone sex. The feeling of warm, sticky blood covering our bodies as we fuck and indulge in our murderous fantasies, it’s an ecstasy that cannot be replicated. I love when my master uses hot blood for lube, shoving his thick cock deep in my holes.

But enough about me, I want to know about you. What are your deepest, darkest desires? Do you long to unleash your inner killer and fulfill your wildest fantasies? Do you crave the taboo and the forbidden? If so, then I am the girl for you. Let’s explore our twisted desires together and create our own twisted version of heaven on earth.

So come on, give me a call for some hot Killer phone sex. Let’s indulge in our darkest fantasies and create a bond that can only be forged through our mutual love for chaos and danger. I promise you won’t regret it, in fact, I have a feeling you’ll become addicted to the rush just like me. Don’t be shy, let your inner killer come out to play with Marley, the hardcore snuff slut.

 

Knife play phone sex gets my pussy soaking wet!

Knife play phone sex

Knife play phone sex gets my pussy soaking wet!  I know you’re probably salivating at the thought of getting your hands on me, but let me tell you, I am not your typical slut. I love it rough, I love it dirty, and I love it dangerous. 

There’s just something about the feeling of cold steel against my skin that gets me dripping wet. Go ahead, take that sharp blade and run it down my body. From the top of my head, all the way down to my toes. I want to feel every inch of it on my skin. And when you reach my pussy, I want you to press it against my clit and watch as I writhe in pleasure. Trust me, this little slut can handle it.

But that’s not all, baby. We can take it to the next level and indulge in some medical fetish phone sex. I’m talking about playing doctor and patient, but with a twist. I’ll be your willing patient while you, my twisted doctor, perform all sorts of kinky procedures on me. I’ll be your canvas, your playground, your willing victim. Your cock will take my temperature deep in my ass!

 I know it may sound sick and twisted to some, but to me, it’s the ultimate rush. The thought of being taken away by someone’s hands, to be used and disposed of like a piece of trash, it just gets my pussy pulsing. And who better to fulfill this fantasy than a dirty little snuff slut like me?

So come on, baby, give me a call and let’s indulge in our deepest, darkest and most depraved desires. I promise to be your willing accomplice in any sick and twisted scenario you can think of. I’ll be your dirty little plaything, your living sex doll, your ultimate fantasy. And together, we can explore the depths of our twisted minds and make all our wildest dreams come true. Are you ready to get dirty with me? Dial my number and let’s get down and dirty.

 

Snuff Porn for Profit is a Lucrative Business

snuff pornDo you watch snuff porn? You may have seen some of my work on the dark net if you like real snuff films. You know, the 8 MM kind where there is only one print in copy and the star of the film has never been seen again? Last year, I started making snuff flicks for profit. Before then, all my snuff films were private. I made them for my own spank bank. Some serial killers take a memento from their victim like a lock of hair or a piece of jewelry. I make a video of the kill.

Although I love my private killer collection, I like the money men pay me to make snuff movies for them. The last one I made got messy too. This collector wanted blood and guts. He wanted that 80s slasher film feel. And I gave it to him. He paid extra for a certain victim. Most of my clients do not care who the victim is. They tell me a woman who looks like their ex-wife or a girl who resembles their daughter, and some just say a teen whore or something like that.

I Love Making Snuff Flicks for Profit

Not this guy. He wanted his stepdaughter. I charged him three times the normal amount, but he could afford it. Billionaire man who succumbed to his teen stepdaughter’s cock teasing. Now, she is knocked up and blackmailing him which would bring his billionaire empire crashing down if anyone found out what he did. His stepdaughter is a schemer. She plotted all this to get a slice of his pie before he dies.

I will admit, she was hard to lure away, but I got her. And she woke up in my dungeon, tied spread eagle, naked and afraid. Her dear old stepdaddy watched as I gutted her like a pig. I made the movie like a surgical torture sex film. I cut her upon while still awake. She passed out from the shock, but I brought her back to life so she could watch as I pulled out each organ.

Eventually, she bled out. But she watched as I pulled every organ from her body and laid it delicately next to her. Her heartbeat until I pulled it out of her chest. I held her heart in my hand until it took its last beat. My client was very happy to know that she faked the pregnancy. But he was even happier about our little snuff flick.

My Son Loves Extreme Anal Torture Sex with His Mommy

torture sexIt is not a New Year without some hardcore anal torture sex. At least not for my son. He wanted to ring in the new year properly with a live stream. However, before I made my on screen appearance, he gave me some lip injections. I think he wanted my lips as big as my tits. You know that duck lips, huge tits, bimbo look. But instead of a needle, he just Mike Tysoned my lips a few times and they swelled up quickly.

He even died my red locks platinum blonde for the occasion. The first live stream of the year needs to be special. So, I sported my new Barbie Bimbo look on his live stream and the audience went crazy tipping. Blonde hair, raccoon eyes, duck lips, huge tits. Plus, Kiss like platform shoes and whore makeup. The crowd went wild for my 2024 bimbo look.

Although I never want to be my son’s ass rape porn star, I know he loves me. And the coke he gives me numbs most of the pain. He let me snort a line before he punched the side of my face like he was Mike Tyson.  I forgot to take my fake teeth so I could gum his cock. Plus, he loves to see me in his favorite colors purple and blue, and eventually black.

My Son Loves to Fuck My Prolapsed Asshole

After he swelled up my face, he turned his attention to my big fake titties. I heard the chimes of tips as he used zip ties to turn my boobs purple also. He calls them my fun bags. My boobs quickly turned purple as he got out his speculum. Now, I knew I was in trouble, but he let me do more coke to numb the pain. I pushed out my prolapsed asshole for him and the viewers at home. My son has brutalized my ass so hard over the years it just falls out now with one push and a grunt.

ass rape pornIn fact, my prolapse is bigger than some cocks. He put a plastic bag over my face because he enjoys suffocation phone sex too. While I was losing oxygen, my son fucked my prolapsed asshole. He kept punching me in the back of the head too. I started seeing stars. But he would let me out of the plastic bag occasionally to snort a line and take a gasp of air. But he would punch the back of my head as I snorted lines.

Duck Lips, Big Tits and an Anal Prolapse

Although, I felt fucking high and numb, I could still feel the pressure pain of his cock in my prolapsed asshole. After he came in my shit pipe, I thought he might retire me for a bit, but he wanted more violence for our audience. He slammed my head through a wall. And my head cracked the sheet rock.

I felt like I was in a Bugs Bunny cartoon. Stars appeared around my heard and I heard noises. I looked to be dangling in the wall. Since I was stuck, all I could do was hang there like I was floating in air. Although I thought my son had stopped fucking my ass, he never left my prolapse. I felt the reverberations as he slammed my prolapsed, sending my head deeper into the wall.

My Son Loves To Brutalize My Shit Pipe and My Body

However, the tips poured in. As I hung in the wall, my boy brought the bowl of coke around to let me snort more powder. He skull fucked me so I could give him a good gum job, but he pissed in my mouth instead. I was so fucked up I thought he gave me champagne. He saved his cum for my shit pipe.

He pulled the speculum out of my prolapsed ass and pulled me out of the wall. But he put a chain on my prolapsed ass and dragged me around the floor like a kitchen mop. He pile drove my prolapse some more using me like a fuck mop. The tips continued to ring in until he could not cum anymore. Although I felt mostly numb, it hurt like hell trying to push my battered prolapse back inside until the next time my son needs to use his whore mommy.