Category: Mutilation phone sex

Watching Snuff Porn

snuff pornHe made me watch snuff porn all night long. Violent, graphic mutilations of women turn him on. It only scares me to death because I know he wants to do bad things to me. Snuff flicks fuel his sadistic desires. He gets off on my fear. We were watching a woman get cut with a knife. He tied me up just like the victim in the movie. He started to mirror what was happening to her to me. His hands went around my throat and choked me. He started to cut my throat, just not as deadly as the girl in the porn we were watching. I could feel blood trickling down from my neck. I could taste my blood too. I was afraid he would just kill me. We have played snuff sex games before, but this was as real as it has ever felt before. I was scared and I was bleeding. I begged for mercy, but he just kept cutting me. He sliced his initials in my boobs. He kept cutting me as he fucked my ass. He said all I was good for was fucking and hurting. After a while, I started to believe him.

Bondage Phone Sex Almost Killed Me

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex doesn’t sound bad does it? Mostly, when you are a bondage whore, guys want to tie you up and slap your titties. Maybe give you a hardcore ass fucking. I was at a fetish club the other day that almost turned deadly for me. I met Tom. He is a much older BDSM master who took a liking to me. Not in a good way. He said I reminded him of his ex-wife. That is never a good thing for me because ex-wives often destroy a man’s heart. I didn’t want to go into a private room with him, but I had no choice. My master owns the club and Tom is a high roller. Who and what he wants, he gets. And he got me. He chained me like a Nigger slave. My harms were outstretched. I was on my knees. I was naked. He whipped every inch of my flesh. I felt the skin break on my back. I felt blood gushing out of my wounds and I could see it pooling around my knees. The sight of my blood and my tears made him erect. He shoved his cock in my mouth and told me if I bit his dick, he would slit my throat and fuck my dead corpse. I sucked him until he came, thinking he would be done with me. He was just getting started. He whipped me until every inch of my body was covered in my blood and his cum. I barely escaped alive.

Bloody Phone Sex Fun

bloody phone sexSunday was bloody phone sex Sunday! I am a sick bitch. I like the sight of blood. A lot of blood often means a lot of pain. For you, not me. My knives are my best friend. I have over 1,000 in my collection. I have vintage knives too. My grandfather ran a private prison. It was eventually shut down by the feds because of his cruel and unusual punishment techniques. I take after him. He enjoyed inflicting pain on others. The difference between us is that I am not torturing incarcerated criminals. I like to make women, men and brats alike bleed. Not just the bad ones either. Granddad only tortured inmates. When his prison was shut down, I inherited everything the feds didn’t take. I have some knives and torture devices from the 40s and 50s and even earlier because he was a collector too. Grandpa had and old cabin in the woods complete with a torture chamber in the basement. I inherited that too. It is three counties away, a 2-hour drive. I make that drive weekly because it is my kill shack. I was there last night because I performed a ritualistic kill in honor of my granddad’s birthday. He would have been 90 yesterday. I picked up this female grifter. I had seen her in action, and she thought she could con me, but the joke was one her. I knew what she was before she spoke. Grandpa liked to make his torture fit the crime, so I tied her up and chopped off her fingers first. I took each finger with a different knife. She likes to pick pockets and boost gift cards, so I took her fingers and her hands slowly and meticulously. Lots of blood. Lots of screaming and crying too. Grandpa would have been proud because I tortured her for hours before I turned her into a snuff victim. She would have been caught eventually and put in prison. I saved the taxpayers money and had some fun. It was Sunday Funday after all.

I’m Not Always The Victim

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I bet that you’re tired of these training wheel Dommes that just dip into the shallow end of the BDSM pool. You know that you’re capable of enduring so much more than some light spanking and ass worship. What you need is a cruel and evil Domme. You need to call me and give yourself over to my sadistic phone sex desires. Get your hand off of your cock and read carefully. Do you want to tell me what your limits are? It’s like this, slave. Your limits are up to and including death. You better be prepared to sacrifice yourself to my inner demoness.
Are you afraid? You damn well should be, you should be mortally terrified. I’ll drive you to the edge of your sanity and stretch your pain threshold until you’re a quivering mess of blood and cum and you can’t even remember your own name. Fuck politeness, fuck safe sane and consensual. I am here for more, faster, harder, rougher and I am taking you down with me. I can smell your metallic blood from here and it smells like wicked rapture to me. Your life is going to be snuffed out for my sadistic pleasure.

Knife Play Phone Sex: A Blade Over Bullets Every Time

knife play phone sexI enjoy knife play phone sex calls. So much you can do with a knife. It is more versatile than a gun. It gives more pain too. A shot to the head or the heart, die quickly. Where is the fun in that? A knife can stab. It can cut. It can slice. It can dice. It can peel. It can chop. It can castrate. A gun can just shoot. Guns are traceable too. Any one can own a knife. Trust me. I know. I own a lot of knives. I use them for many things. I will stab a bitch in the gut and watch her bleed out slowly or I can stab her cunt and ruin her baby making plans. I will cut an artery and masturbate in the blood spurt. I will slice limbs off for amusement. I will dice up body parts and eat them for dinner like I am Annabel Lector lol. I can peel off skin to make things very painful for my victim. I can chop off whore tits and a bastard dick. And, I can castrate worthless balls. If I can chop off a cock, I can’t just leave the balls, right? A knife is a better playmate than a gun. Trust me, I know.

Ass Rape Porn Punishment

ass rape pornAss rape porn is not just what I watch. I am often making it. My ass is the favorite fuck hole of many men I know, including my stepson. We have a love hate relationship. I love his coke and he hates me. He was out of town for a few days. I know where he hides his coke. I picked the lock and took just a little. It wouldn’t even be noticeable. I just needed a little pick me up until I could get a larger stash. My plan backfired because I didn’t know he had a nanny cam. He caught me when he wasn’t even in town. He texted me a video clip of me breaking into his lock box. I was preparing my self for revenge, but thought I had another week because he was out of town. He sent a proxy to punish me. His name was Dax and he was big and brooding. He tied me up in a rope swing he brought with him. As I was dangling from the swing, he set up his Ipad. My stepson was going to watch him anally torture me. As Dax fisted and fucked my asshole, my stepson moaned and masturbated like it was his cock that was the instrument of torture sex for my fuck holes. Dax violated me for hours until my asshole was on the outside on my ass. He took a zip tie and tortured me more. Then he left. Left me in the rope swing with my prolapsed asshole in a zip tie for my young sons to find. Another lesson learned the hard way.

Snuff Sex Date

snuff sexI was his snuff sex victim. That is what he told me as he tossed me down the stairs to his dungeon. I thought I was on a date, but I was on my deathbed. He had something vastly different planned for us than I did. He said I represented every woman who ever rejected him. I pleaded that I was not stuck up or self-entitled. I told him I was a submissive whore, but he didn’t believe me. He said no one who looks like me is submissive. He stripped me naked; he put a ball gag in my mouth; he tied me to some sort of fuck bench, and he forced his dick in my ass. His hands were around my throat squeezing tightly as he fucked me. He tore my ass up. He tore my pussy up. He didn’t just fuck me. He mutilated my boobs by cutting out my saline bags. He wanted to make me ugly. He cut my face and stabbed my pussy and ass too. He asked me how I liked being in his snuff porn victim. I told him I would rather already be dead. Then everything went dark.

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.

I Love Kidnapping Phone Sex Calls

kidnapping phone sexI love a good kidnapping phone sex call. For me, kidnapping is super hot because I never know what will happen. Was I kidnapped to be sold as a sex slave? Was I snatched to be force fucked? Did a cannibal kidnap me so he could cook and eat me? Was I snatched to be killed? I had a hot kidnapping call last night. One that gave me wet dreams. I was snatched while hitchhiking on the highway. It was a woman who picked me up, so I felt safe. Her male accomplice was hiding in the back seat. He drugged me, while his wife drove me to an uncertain future. I woke up with my hands tied behind my back. I had been stripped naked. I was yanked out of the bed I was sleeping in while my drug induced stupor wore off. I had to kneel in front of the man who drugged me. He stood over me whipping me and smacking my tits. He pulled his cock out to skull fuck me. I was surprised how big his cock was. I started gagging and choking. He had his hand around my neck the entire time. Was he just exploring his rape phone sex fantasies or was he going to kill me? I tried to be an obedient sex slave. I knew my life depended on it. He ushered in some men who paid him to fuck me. I was doing all the work and he was taking all the profit. I let the men gang bang me. It was not like I had a choice. Not if I wanted to live. After the men had their jollies, I was auctioned off to the highest bidder for snuff. The other men who fucked me jacked off on my body as the highest bidder stabbed me to death. You just never know what will happen when you are kidnapped.

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.