Category: Mutilation phone sex

Killer phone sex by my blade makes such a mess

Killer phone sexKiller phone sex is deeply satisfying when the prey I’ve acquired for your needs squirms beneath my blade. I’ve had the pleasure of introducing many to the intoxicating thrill of knife play.

There’s a certain je ne sais quoi about the way the tip of the blade glides across delicate flesh, leaving streaks of crimson in its wake.

It’s a visual feast, a gruesome work of art. That’s why you found me, I’m sure. You are an artist as well, and meat is the canvas and your cock the primary tool of creation. Mine, of course, is my blade. The best part? The knowledge that, once the edge finds its mark, there’s no turning back. The little bitch’s blood will spill, and we will enjoy every fucking moment.

The tears only add to the excitement. If I want to draw it out, I like to play along with their pathetic attempts to get free. These helpless victims believe their groveling can sway my resolve. But once they have realized nothing they say or do will change their outcome, they tend to fall silent. So, that’s when we turn up the torture. I’ll take my biggest knife and fuck her until she is really wet for your cock. All that blood will coat your dick, and I promise, Daddy, you will love how slick it feels.

Meat is meat, and right now, devour this pretty little thing and defile every hole.

As I slice, your cock throbs at her juicy red flesh. Ready to explode in a torrent of potent semen, mixing it with her blood and tears. Oh, how delicious! The mess will be spectacular, a gory symphony of blood and lust that will leave you hard and aching for more. Trust me, baby, with me as your guide, Bloody phone sex will give ya the ride of your twisted life. 

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Sometimes, Mommy Gets Asked to Inflict Cock and Ball Torture Phone Sex

torture phone sexIn a weird turn of events, a man requested torture phone sex from this submissive mommy whore. At first, I hesitated. Not really my wheelhouse to be on the dominant side. But I do have a lot of rage inside of me because some of these tormentors of mine have come close to killing me on more than one occasion. Plus, this guy offered me a lot of money for cock and ball torture.

And with the holidays approaching, I’m going to need a lot more Coke than normal, so I decided to do this. I needed the money so I can keep up with my horny sons and all their friends for the three weeks they will be off school. This man explained a well thought out fantasy phone sex scenario involving cock and ball torture from mommy. With the abuse I’ve taken simply because I am a mommy, I channeled that rage and put it right into his balls.

I tied them up for my safety. Because when my rage comes out, it’s hard to stop me. And I didn’t want him to have second thoughts and turn the tables on me. Since I’m normally the one tied up, I know a few things about tying good knots. I had him strapped down to my living room table with his legs spread. And I took my husband’s cane, and I started smacking his balls with it. However, apparently, he enjoyed the pain. I did not think he’d keep an erection, but he did. So, I started smacking the shit out of that worthless cock too.

Sometimes, I Get to the Dominant One and I Love It

And boy did I enjoy that. I went back-and-forth between that cane and a flyswatter, smacking his balls and his dick. But then I had a brilliant idea. So, I excused myself to my bedroom and I came out wearing stiletto heels. I got on that table, and I stomped on his balls. I channeled one of those Riverdance girls and I did a little jig on his balls in stiletto heels. Oops. I popped a nut. Flattened it. Deflated it. And he still maintained a fucking hard cock.

Personally, I don’t know how you keep an erection during cock and ball torture sex. But he did. And I thought I was a pain slut. This man appears to be a much bigger pain slut than me. But when I busted his other ball, I deflated his cock. I felt like a champion. I don’t think he wanted his balls literally busted but that’s what he got. He still paid me. What kind of loser pays a woman to kick him in the balls? I don’t care. I’ll take that money, bust those balls and laugh all the way to the bank.

Cannibalism Phone Sex Cora will EAT your Cock!

Cannibalism phone sex

 

You know when a woman says ‘You are so cute I could just eat you up ‘?

Well, I am not joking when I say that. 

The only thing that comes to mind when your hard throbbing cock is in my mouth is wanting to chomp down really, really hard, guillotining your beautiful member right off.

I’d spit it out and toss it to the side so I could revel in watching you scream and cry trying to shove it back on with no avail. I would even start to drink all the blood rushing out of your old dick hole.

You truly look like a Barbie doll now. I would force you to watch as I took a butcher’s knife and chopped your still hard cock into rough little cubes. Shoutout rigor mortis!

I’d sauté you up with some onions and garlic, the aroma of your beautifully browning cock fills up the house. 

Then I would force feed you a piece of your own dismembered member. I would love to watch you choke a piece down, especially because you know how good it tastes! 

 

Snuff Movies and Chill is My Idea of a Date

snuff moviesI enjoy watching snuff movies with men. Especially men who I would like to make a snuff flick with. And I’m not necessarily talking about as my accomplice. I like to watch the expression on men’s faces as they watch extreme cock and ball torture in an underground film. Because when they react strongly to such a film, I know it’s going to be enjoyable to inflict that sort of pain on them.

I dupe a lot of men into thinking I want to fuck them. But that’s easy to do. You can be a Goth chick or a big, beautiful woman, men don’t care. They’ll put their dick inside anything for the most part. I don’t need men. Men like to think that women depend on their cocks.

But we do not need men. If we want to birth brats, we can go to some sperm bank for that. If we want an orgasm, they make a variety of sex toys geared for women’s sexual pleasure. And a lot of those battery operated boyfriends bring women a lot more pleasure than a breathing man.

So, any time a man treats me like I should be grateful that he’s giving me any attention, I decide that man needs my brand of extreme cock and ball torture sex. Alex picked me up at a bar. He seemed different from most predators. He did not attempt to spike my drink with a roofie or anything. But I still found him annoying. And not simply because he walked and talked. The shit he spewed out of his mouth made me think that he believes the world needs more “trad wives.” A Goth bar is the wrong venue to spew that caveman shit.

Men We Do Not Exist for You

I will never be somebody’s wife. And if I ever get married, I would never be a traditional wife who stays at home, makes bread from scratch and makes arts and crafts with the little ones while I homeschool them. I am not Laura fucking Ingels on the Prairie.

This man, I needed to torture for shits and giggles. And to let him know women do not exist to take care of him. So, once we were at my place, I spiked his drink. I put on some torture porn, and I watched as he looked horrified at what he saw. And then I whispered in his ear that’s just a little taste of what’s to come later, darling.

I think he shit himself right then. That’s an exaggeration. However, he did piss his pants. But I planned on ripping them off him anyway, so I could mutilate his junk. I started with a castration band around his worthless balls. And then I carved up his dick with my name on every side. He let out blood cuddling screams, which makes my pussy wet. I get off on fear and pain. Folks call me a wicked butcher for a reason.

For hours, I mutilated Alex‘s junk. And eventually, I chopped his balls off killing his chances of ever marrying or procreating. He’s entitled to his thoughts and opinions on where women belong. But he must face the backlash and the consequences of such antiquated beliefs. And one of the consequences of such archaic thinking is castration phone sex. Repeat after me men. Women do not exist to be your caretaker and your fuck dolls. We no longer live in a caveman society. So, wake up and get with the program and maybe I’ll let you keep your balls.

Mutilating Your Sweet Girl to Bloody Bits

Mutilation Phone SexWho is she? That Sweet Girl in your life that you want to destroy. Mutilation phone sex would be so much fun if we make her our focus. Holidays are a bitch and I have a lot of aggression I need to take out on some stupid pretty undeserving little cunt. I want to tear her to shreds and bloody stumps.

You can fuck her pretty holes, her mouth, pussy and ass. And when we run out of holes to fuck, or those get too stretched out. I can make new ones with a blade, or an icepick! I love torturing girls, they always cry, whine and scream so pretty. Oh won’t you let me go a little further? Slicing that fuck meat off, and feeding it to her will give her a whole new outlook on life, what she has of it left anyway.

Dismemberment sounds sexy to me

I really want to desecrate her though. Dismembering her, even. She deserves it. So sweet, so pretty, too perfect. You know it. I’ll lure her to a secluded place, my family owns a cabin in the mountains. No one around for miles, and my daddy keeps all kinds of pretty tools. We could Strap her to his wood laith, and then I can hold the chisel. Knocking that little cunts teeth out first so she can give you the gummiest BJ of your life!

There is just so much I wanna do. You fuck her, I’ll snuff her. Then we are bonded for life!

Mutilation Phone Sex Nightmare: Be Careful What You Ask For, Loser

mutilation phone sexMutilation phone sex turns a sick bitch on. And I’m serious. I love to mutilate the human body. And I do it both while the body still breathes and postmortem too. I like to inflict maximum pain. It’s just sort of sexy. And I especially enjoy sexually mutilating individuals. I use it as a form of revenge and karma. If a male predator tries to take advantage of me or somebody that I consider a friend, I’m going to destroy their junk and I’m going to make it hurt.

And sometimes men pay me to mutilate their junk. David paid me for what I would consider extreme cock and ball torture. I meet pain sluts all the time. And most of them chase their next high. They just need a sick bitch like me to torture their cocks and balls to find their pain threshold.

 And I could do that shit all day and all night. So, I showed up at his place with my cock and ball torture sex kit. It included razor blades, a box cutter, castration bands, pliers, and a hammer and a wrench too.

Plus, I brought a ton of knives. And some of my favorites too. I tied him down even though he told me it was not necessary. It’s always necessary to restrain your victim. They often experience a change of heart, or they try to fight you

Either way I consider it a smart move to restrain my victim. Dave seemed willing until the pain felt too extreme for him. They always think they can handle it, but they never can. Pussies nothing but pussies in this world.

Be Careful What You Ask For, You May Get it and More

I put the castration band on him primarily just to stop the spray of blood from going everywhere. Although I never mind blood splatter most men don’t want to clean blood off their walls or their ceilings.

This guy had his own little torture table set up with castration bands, knives, a hammer, and even a sickle too. Now that looked interesting. I have one at home, but it’s rather large. I wanted to play with it. So, I used it to remove his left testicle, and he let out a bloodcurdling screen that sounded deafening. Oops, I told him as I removed a ball.

I used a knife to skin it. I removed his other testicle using a razor blade. Now that made a mess. Once I removed his ball, I put it in this vice clamp and squeezed it flat. Blood and sinew splattered our faces. But I looked at him and reminded him that he paid me for this extreme pain and torture.

I saw no way out for him. I told him I could throw in death if he wanted. But he told me he did not want to die. He just wanted to wish he was dead and there’s a difference. I told him that it sounded like semantics. But I let him live. However, he will live without balls. And I carved my name into his dick and on his chest as a constant reminder to be careful of what you wish for.

But I am unforgettable. Once a sadistic phone sex bitch mutilates your junk, you never forget her. So let me ask you. If you paid me to mutilate your cock and balls would you forget me?

Sadistic Phone Sex is The Best Way For Pleasure

First things first, I am Morticia and I am also a Sadistic. That makes it easy to understand that Sadistic Phone Sex is the best kind of pleasure for me. Well, at least that is legally allowed. In reality I get off on hurting men, women, and little fucking brats. 

What makes me so sadistic? Likely a pattern in my DNA, not unlike a serial killers need to kill, torture, and make another’s life meaningless. This is Snuff Phone Sex. Truth is when I am even slightly annoyed with an shydiot I only imagine them in compromising positions with me over them. And I will be wielding a nice choppy thing.

Sadistic Phone Sex, It’s What Gets Me Off

Last night I took to going n a blind date. What a disaster.  I mean that whole “Blind date” is the dead give away. Right?! So there I was miserable with the biggest loser Marilyn Manson freak. (Seriously why did my friend even believe this shydiot was remotely my type? Oh he wore all black and liked to be dramatic. 

Now, sure he was tall. And that did mean he was hung. SO obviously I played with the little toy for a bit to get that dick. But everything will go darker quick. As we were making out I bit his lip and made it bleed. And jesus fucking Christ the dude about had a god damned panic attack! 

By this time I took his belt and slipped it around his neck. As I pulled the leather strap through the loop. YOu know essentially tightening it around his neck. I straddled him and cooed at his stupid bitch ass about how he wants to be a gothic god. Then come join me in a dark mass.

Finally as I took his rather long dick inside my cunt and rode it I teased him some more with Domination phone sex. Then I pulled the belt tight and watched the lights go out. At this point I had a great orgasm on his dead mans dick. 

Sadistic Phone Sex

Domination Phone Sex is Torture for a Red-Headed MILF

domination phone sexSome women require domination phone sex more than others. And I guess I’m one of those women. At least that’s what these men always tell me. Since Thanksgiving occurs this week, I am forced to see my in-laws. And that means I needed more cocaine.

Since I trade my pussy and ass and even my hands and mouth for coke, I knew I would need to visit a few drug dealers. My holes no longer appear top notch. I am a used up a little soccer mom from the suburbs who can’t command top dollar. So, I can’t just fuck for money. Men put me through hell, but I let them just for a fix. I prefer to go through life high as a kite.

Recently, one of my drug dealers cut me off, forcing me to look for a new source. And I found these two Russian low life mobster type men. I didn’t ask too many questions so I’m not sure what they do outside of the drug world. If I had to guess I would say sex trafficking primarily. But I know nobody wants a used-up mommy whore. I figured they might want to make a gangbang rape porn with me. Live stream and profit off it like my stepson does. But these guys wanted to break me.

I Did Not Have a Beast Cock on My Bingo Card

They didn’t fuck me. And hindsight, I would’ve preferred that they did. What they did to me involved torturous mind games. Like the kind of torture the military or the CIA on its enemies to get the truth. That psychological torture combined with whipping the flesh off my body broke a bitch who thought she was already broken. But they did that so I would do whatever the fuck they wanted. When I saw Seabiscuit, I got perplexed. What the fuck did they want me to do next.

Even broken, afraid and battered, I knew I did not want to take a ride on a pony. What the fuck was wrong with these people. What the fuck was wrong with me. Oh yeah, that monkey on my back made me literally suck a monster cock. The biggest cock ever. And these two low life Russian mobsters filmed it. This thing felt big and slimy. And the smell made me gag. I felt sorry for this beast. I’m sure he didn’t want to be here anymore than I did.

Once that thing blew a load down my throat and on my face, they forced me to lick up all the chunks of pungent cum. Nasty as fuck. These Russian dudes don’t mess around. At least it didn’t turn into a snuff film when that four-legged creature impaled my pussy. They bent me over a bale of hay.  And made it all work. Clearly, they’ve made these sorts of sick films before and hopefully this was my last time going for them for anything. Now I really have sore holes. Probably more gaped than ever before. But we can thank Mr. Ed for the anal torture sex.

Ass Rape Porn and The Free Range Butts Giving Event

Ass rape porn is something special and Thanksgiving has become Buttsgiving for us. It’s that hot time of  popping into an ass and strangled ass is the best ass.  This holiday enjoyed with a good accomplice is imminent this Butt giving Holiday.

It seems I really did my Master and Husband good as his Butt fucked Bride. Seems we got an 98 lbs. free-range butt Hunted on Saturday Night. Now that tight thing is going to give ass and head on Wednesday night and then we are going to cook her for Thanksgiving dinner!

Buttsgiving and Ass Rape Porn The New Holiday.

Or rather as I coined it to be Buttsgiving festivities. So a word from my Azzbuster extraordinaire, ended up in my inbox. It seems that this ass will certainly be used well. And her body weighs in at 98 lbs once the head is dropped.

Ass rape porn

She is a delightful little piece barely 5 feet tall, and a sweet bubble-butt. This little Buttsgiving feast  loves to worship cock. And Azzbuster has given her dozens of nourishing loads to eat.  That sure will fatten her up and make her all juicy. This piece of ass is a natural submissive, much like myself.

When Azzbuster took her ass-cherry she only whimpered a bit. But we ramped things up a lot. And boy she really makes it delightful. Now when Azzbuster pounds her ass she does cry. And when such a piece of ass cries it sweetens the butt fucking. In which makes Azzbusters cock even harder and the fucking exquisite.

Finally as his buttfuck bride I am getting a short break from ass-busting. The butt seems intrigued by beheading. So as a delight she asked Azzbuster to put her on her knees at the chopping block. This was during their final session last night.

Accomplice phone sex

It is going to be a very Happy Thanksgiving! Can we save a breast or ass-cheek for you! For me it will certainly be an Ass cheek! En Güte, Bon appetite Enjoy.

Killer Phone Sex Deals with Incels, Assholes and Bitches

killer phone sexEverybody has killer phone sex fantasies. But not me when I fantasize about killing someone, I make it happen the following week or even that night. Although I am hardly a sociable person, I do frequent Goth bars. But I go there more as vigilante and to have a few drinks. You would be amazed at how many men try to prey on Goth chicks. Dudes are wrong if they think Goth girls appear more vulnerable.

We all have a healthy dose of stranger danger in our own bars. And we can tell the folks who don’t belong. Sure a few women stumble in drunk, not realizing what kind of bar they just entered. But mostly it’s men coming in thinking they can pick up a Goth chick when they fail at all the other bars. Goth teen phone sex babes don’t want incels either. And let me tell you the number of incel creeps appears to increase yearly. So, I remain hypervigilant nowadays. Perhaps you could say I have Spidey senses.

I went to my local Goth bar last night for a strong cocktail. I chatted with the bartender because she and I have a mutual respect. She knows I keep her bar safe. Although she might not know all the illegal things I have done, she knows about all the illegal things I’ve done in her bar.

But because I have the best interests of her community and her bar on my mind, she looks the other way. And she helps me trap these incel types. She told me about this man dressed sort of steam punkish posing as one of us. He looked like a poser. And she caught him spiking women’s drinks.

I’m a Vigilante and I Take Out the Trash and the Incels

So, I laid a honey trap for him, and the bartender helped me switch drinks once he spiked mine. Like me, she seems to have eyes in the back of her head. The look on his face when he realized he drank the spiked drink was worth its weight and gold.

I took him out the back door and gave him a back alley castration phone sex experience. Normally, I would take him home or to my kill shack and torture him for hours. But he brought friends. And I needed to take care of all of them too. They invaded my space. Preyed on my community. But they never saw me coming. No one ever does.

I drank for free last night. The bartender wanted to reward me for my community service and taking out the trash. I castrated five infiltrators posing as us so they could prey on who they perceived as vulnerable women. And they lost their balls for it. I left them in the alley and tossed their balls in the dumpster. If they want their balls back, they can retrieve them. But I did not leave them in the best shape to dive into a dumpster, LOL. I neutered those dogs. And they should feel lucky I did not kill them.