Category: Mutilation phone sex

Medical Fetish Phone Sex Calls are Perfect for Pain Sluts

medical fetish phone sexMedical fetish phone sex calls can get wild sometimes. But I am always down for a wild ride. Honestly, as a sexy switch, I will admit that I enjoy cock and ball torture. My bestie, Kelly, taught me how to use sounding devices and castration bands on men. She’s a lifestyle dominatrix. Former stripper who took me under her wings when I was barely legal and just starting out in the adult world.

She has this client named Earl, who is a total masochist. He is into self-harm and CBT. She has been inflicting pain on his balls for a decade now. He wanted to spice things up a bit with two hot women for a cock and ball torture sex session. Kelly asked me, and I was game, especially when she told me how much he would pay for both of us. So, I put on my spiked heels, a short leather skirt and a leather corset, and joined her to destroy Earl’s junk.

Kelly tied him up to his four-poster bed. But she let me go first. And I could not decide what to do first, so I got the sounding device, dipped it in some Icy-Hot and inserted it into his pee hole. Watching his eyes tear up, told me I did it right. Kelly slapped his balls while I worked that sounding device in and out of his tiny little pee hole. I knew that shit had to burn.

Some Men Enjoy a Sexy Bitch Mutilating Their Junk

Kelly and I agreed to put a castration band on him for shits and giggles. We did not plan to castrate him though. We just wanted to make him painfully uncomfortable. But the band went on so tightly we could not get it off. Oops. So, I suggested we use a razor blade to try to slice through the rubber. And that worked, but we sliced open his ball sack too. Initially, we felt bad. That was not part of the plan. Earl enjoys pain, but he did not want to get neutered.

He bled a lot. Cried more. But he still has his nuts. They just might have a nasty scar. He still paid us. In fact, he even tipped us. Turns out he enjoyed the mutilation phone sex surprise he got. He won’t piss right or sit without pain for days. But that’s what this pain slut paid us for, and we delivered.

????Strangled and Spoiled: A Brutal Pleasure????

Strangulation phone sexListen up, you naughty subs, I’m here to confess a dark and twisted fantasy that came to life. It was all about domination, the thrill of power, and the sweet screams of submission. Me and my partner, we took two bratty slaves and showed them who’s boss.

We blindfolded them, tied them up tight, and let their imaginations run wild. “You’re ours to play with, little bitches,” I purred, my voice dripping with authority. Their breathing quickened, a mixture of fear and arousal. The game began with a sharp blade teasing their skin, tracing down their necks, leaving a trail of tingling anticipation.

I grabbed a handful of hair, pulling their heads back, exposing delicate throats. “Beg for it,” I demanded, my breath hot against their ears. As they pleaded, I brought the knife close, feeling their trembling. A quick slice, just enough to draw blood, and their cries filled the room, a beautiful melody of pain.

But the fun was just beginning. We took turns, hands around their delicate necks, squeezing, watching their faces flush. “Who’s in control now, huh?” I taunted, my grip tightening. They struggled, squirmed, and begged for release, only to be met with a firmer grasp.

The climax of our domination came in a rush. As they lay helpless, we took our pleasure, covering their bodies with cum and sweat, marking our territory. “This is what you wanted, right?” I asked, my voice dripping with satisfaction. Their satisfied moans confirmed it—they were ours, body and soul.

This phone sex confession is a journey into the dark, where pleasure and pain intertwine. You masochists out there, dare to take the plunge? Call me, and let’s create a world of brutal ecstasy, where screams of surrender are music to our ears. ????????????

He Thinks I Have the Perfect Ass for Ass Rape Porn

ass rape pornMy ass is perfect for ass rape porn. At least that’s what men tell me often. I think it has nothing to do with my ass. But more to do with my vulnerability. As a coke whore, men know they can make me do anything for a fix. My reputation as a desperate whore seems solid. Anytime I meet a new man, he knows me from my hardcore anal videos and photos. Men have documented my transformation from a soccer mom to a full-fledged anal coke whore.

Seems like every week, my ass takes more of a beating. Some days, I wonder if my colon will burst or fall out of my body. Yes, my ass takes that much of a beating. Most days, I never realize it is even happening because the coke dulls the pain. And I deal with the aftermath the next day when I feel the full brunt of the violence men like you subjected me too.

Olivier is not a nice man. But I need him. He is sort of my last resort. When I have exhausted all other options, I go to this notorious snuff porn maker for coke. And I get that coke, but my ass pays the ultimate price. Truly it pays. On Monday, I ran out of my generous coke supply that my regular dealer gave me. Holiday weekends, I blow through the blow. And Olivier gave me a nice big bag of coke on Monday to get through rest of the month. But my ass paid the price.

My Ass Pays the Price for My Coke Addiction

Oliver is a big man. He gets entertained easily. I watched him dip his fist in Vaseline. And I knew I would soon be his anal puppet. He shoved his fist so far up my ass that I felt like a puppet. He swung me around the room like a kite. But sadly, I was not high as a kite. So, I felt it all. When he removed his hand, my ass came out with it. But he just laughed and joked that he could swing me around by my prolapsed asshole.

And he did. I felt like his ass lasso. But eventually, he grew tired of me. And he let me go home to get high. Although I feel numb from the coke, my ass feels everything. No matter how high I get, this taboo phone sex anal whore still feels the brunt of Oliver’s abuse. My ass might be out of commission for a while.

Goth Teen’s Dark Desires: Snuff Fantasy

Goth teen phone sexHey, freaks and fetishists, prepare for a twisted tale from a goth teen’s phone sex adventure. This shit’s dark, so hold on tight, you sick bastards. Let’s dive into the depths of my twisted mind!

“Welcome to my nightmare,” I purred, my voice laced with malice. “You’re gonna love this, you sick fuck. I’m gonna make your snuff fantasy come alive.” The caller, a perv with a taste for the taboo, was already hooked. I described a scenario where I’d seduce and then brutally end their pathetic life. I reveled in the graphic details, painting a picture of their demise. “Imagine my pale skin against your lifeless body, a bloody masterpiece. You’re gonna die hard for me,” I teased. The caller’s breath grew ragged, caught between fear and arousal.

This phone sex session was a descent into a macabre world, blurring the lines of life and death. You twisted fucks craving taboo shit should dial in. I’m your goth princess, ready to take you to the edge and beyond. Embrace your dark side; it’s where the real fun begins! ????????????

Accomplice hot oil torture with Mr. muff diver

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My master loves to cum up with new ideas of how to torture his prey. He’s one sick fuck and doesn’t care if he ends us or not. Always leather bound and beaten, rape fantasies taken out on me daily, ripped up insides, he needs more whores now, uses me as his sexual slave accomplice

Being watched but catching another bitch, too easy for me. These new sluts, so scared, so timid. Master has us both and brings out a bowl, steaming hot, melting the floor. He covers us both, mutilation madness, dripping down our tits we both scream, whimper. This comes with a nice whipping, slapping, then dildos shoved up our tight little fannies. Pussy machines turned on ten, hot oiled again and again.

Running down our bodies into our leaky, clammy, hot, musty cunts. Legs spread so far out, abused and burned, our seeping, watering spooge filled little fudge packs. Master loves to run his tongue, twat twist munch, slurps us in and swallows. Sick fuck smiles from our sour taste, fingering and digging for more, his evil sizzling fantasy. Mr. master muff diver, bricked up cucked cock, did it again.

Sick Twisted Step Daddy Loves To Fuck

Teen rape pornTeen rape porn has you fired up and ready to abuse my holes again, Ever since the first night being your new foster daughter you have been brutalizing my young cunt, Its never a dull night with you, it started out as regular abuse of my body but your really a sick fuck and your escalating, starting to use all types of foreign objects in all of my tight holes.Last night it was a champagne bottle I was so scared to move I just knew that if I contracted my tight pussy I would snap the bottle and that would not have been good.Tonight you came in my room with a hard cock and simply said its time , take off your panties. I saw the large dildo you had by your side, Now I am wondering which of my holes you plan to shove it in, I am praying it will be my cunt, once its all sloppy wet I am sure it won’t hurt me too bad, but with my luck and your sick twisted mind I never know what you have planned. Please be gentle. I was a good girl today, stepdaddy.

Castration Phone Sex Because Manhood is Overrated

castration phone sexGuys ask me every day what my specialty is, and I tell them castration phone sex. Your body, my pleasure. I do not believe you are entitled to your balls or your cock. Hell, some of you I do not even think deserve to live. But I enjoy torture, so I will hurt you for hours before I put you out of my misery.

I met James last night. Now I have not met him before. A girl I know asked me to release James from his manhood. And I never have a problem doing that. Manhood is overrated. This guy dumped her. I mean not a nice break up. He publicly humiliated her and ruined her name. Or tried to. And he cheated on her with her former best friend. It was some serious Dawson Creek shit. Not my scene at all. I am a no drama snuff porn bitch. But I took this job because Miranda paid me and I like her. She is a fellow Goth girl.

Manhood is Overrated

And I take care of my own. Some one needs too. Men need to learn that they are here because of us. We bring them into this world, and we can take them out of this world. And I took James out. But not before I tortured his junk with my knives. I drugged his drink as he flirted with me at the bar. By the time he got in my car, he passed out. I’m stronger than I look. So, I dragged him to my dungeon. He woke up when my cold knife hit his cock.

Cock and ball torture sex I excel at and love to inflict. I carved his cock up until it looked like a raw piece of meat. I peeled his balls like potatoes. Eventually, I did take his balls for my collection. He died from blood loss. And I fed him to my animals. The world needs less dick heads in the world. And I am taking care of loser men one dick at a time.

Mutilation phone sex with Stephanie the snuff slut

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I love being told that my mutilation phone sex stories are infecting a man’s mind and tormenting him, even when I’m not available for his call. The thought of this certain caller beating his dick and fantasizing about me torturing his wife, is enough to make my slut cunt gush and drip all in my panties. Our kinky and evil roleplays stay in my mind for days as well. Especially the calls where I get to mutilate that stupid bitch while he’s drilling my cunt from behind. I bend over so that my hot pussy is spread open to take his dick and let him grudge fuck me in perfect rhythm to the blows raining down on his stupid bitch as I crush her skull in with my baseball bat. The harder he fucks me, the more pain I’ll inflict on her. My hot pussy gripping around his dick will squeeze so good that he’ll never want to stop fucking me. I’ll slice this bitch open, rip out her organs and play in her guts, all while taking her man’s dick and making him worship the dark Master with me. I need more men willing to let me snuff their wives while they fuck me.  Are you dark enough to entertain an evil, temptress whore like me?

Teasing Teacup: The Power of Petite

Teen rape porn???? A Petite Package of Pleasure ????

You know what they say, good things come in small packages, and baby, I’m the epitome of that. I’m a teacup with a surprise inside—a sexy, sassy one at that. My body is a work of art, a delicate masterpiece designed to drive you wild. Let’s start with my ass, a perfectly round, firm peach that you’d love to bury your face in, but you know what, you’re not worthy. My tiny tits with their adorable pink nipples? They’re a sight to behold, and I can see the hunger in your eyes, but keep dreaming, you pathetic loser.

And don’t even get me started on my pussy. It’s so tight, so pristine, it might just split your tiny dick in half. Yes, I said it, your pathetic little carrot dick. You should be grateful I even acknowledge its existence.

Speaking of existence, what’s the deal with yours? You call that a dick? I’ve seen bigger caterpillars. It’s a wonder you can even find it in your pants. Maybe you should consider upgrading, or at least learning some tricks to satisfy a real woman like me.

Your breath? Disgusting. I bet you’ve been sucking dicks all day, trying to compensate for your lack of size. Newsflash, it’s not working. Invest in some mints, or better yet, just shut up and listen. Don’t even think about looking at me directly. You don’t have the privilege. Turn your head, you pathetic excuse for a man. I don’t want your beady eyes ogling my perfection. Now, if you want a chance to even breathe the same air as me, you’d better start tipping big and showering me with gifts. And if you really want to impress me, send me a video of you fucking your dumb ass with a toilet brush. That might earn you a tiny bit of my attention.

But touch me? Ha! In your wildest dreams, loser. I’m the prize you can only admire from afar. So, keep dreaming, keep wishing, but remember, you’ll never have me. I’m a teacup full of temptation, and you, my dear, are not invited to the tea party. ????????

Taboo Phone Sex Might Just Cost You Your Balls

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex is the only kind for me. No vanilla shit is offered here. Men are stupid. They see a Goth girl and think they can just fuck her. Like we are desperate for their fucking average cock. And men who think no means yes. I guess they did not get the memo that no means no.

So, when Gary hit on me at a bar last night, I knew he would get a free ball removal from me. Now, if he had understood no meant no, he would still have his testicles. But this asshole kept pressing his luck. And finally, I let him think he wore me out. Sometimes, men act so pathetic and desperate. I guess they are a slave to their dicks.

Balls are a Privilege Not a Right

Well, Gary will no longer be a slave to his balls because he no longer has them. So that means his dick will never get hard again. Without the balls, the dick hangs like a limp noodle forever. I went back to Gary’s place with him. I’m always strapped with knives, so no one ever gets away with anything with me. I convinced the loser to 69 with me. The first time I ever had a loser’s balls that close to my face, but I did not want him to see the castration phone sex coming. And he did not see it coming either.

His dick and his balls dangled in front of my face. Even though I did not want him anywhere near my cunt, I needed him to learn a lesson. So, I sucked it up. Although, I planned on using my knife to cut his balls off, I had a change of heart. I still planned on castrating him. But instead of my knife, I decided to bite his balls off. It’s messy. And painful. But fun. At least fun for me.

Men Who Do Not Take No for an Answer Lose Their Balls

My teeth tore through that thin skin at the base of his cock. He tried to get off me, but like a Pitbull, I did not let go. He could not shake me. Once my teeth managed to rip his ball sack off, I pushed him off me. He covered my face in blood. Not the first time. And it will not be the last time that someone’s blood coated my body. He laid on the other side of the bed like a rag doll. Limp and looking dead. But I did not kill him. He just went into the shock from the loss of blood and pain.

I cauterized the wound with a lighter. Then I left. Although I could have enjoyed the torture sex longer, I wanted to wash his blood off me. And the smell of his worthless sack. Luckily, I never got pulled over. A cop would know by the look of me that I committed a crime. Hopefully Gary learned a lesson, even if he learned it the hard way.