Category: Taboo phone sex

Your Pain Is My Pleasure

torture phonesex karmaIt is so easy to get a mans dick hard and once that happens it’s all over but the crying. Or so the saying goes. Little do they know that once I get them in my grasp it isn’t over until there is a lot of crying, and begging and screaming!
He was a typical man, all into what ever I wanted. Claiming to love kinky, dark and fucked up shit. but not really knowing shit about what he was saying.
We were at the store picking up a few things before we were going to head out to my place in the woods, and we saw this awesome curling iron. The first thing he said was that it looked like a sex toy. He bought it thinking he was going to use it on me. Little did he know I would be in charge.
As soon as he was in chains I got out the candles. Today was going to be a burning day.
He was so turned on when I lite the first candle exclaiming how he loved the feel of hot wax on his body.
All i could do was smile. It wasn’t long before he was screaming as I burnt his flesh in little blistering circles all over his body.
When he saw me start up the generator and plug in his very own choice of toys, the curling iron, he began to plead like a fucking baby.
How fucking pitiful for him and what a turn on for me. I let that fucking thing get nice and hot (the package claims it gets to 400 degrees) before shoving it straight up his pitiful ass.
His screams stirring the fire between my legs, I had to cum. The icing on the cake was when I took out my knife and sliced his ball sac straight up the middle, pulling the round nuggets out of their sac, but leaving them attached to the tubes and placing them in my mouth.
I knelt in front of him with his still attached balls in my mouth, fucking my cunt, looking up at him while he cried and begged. Just as my pussy began to twitch and spew it’s juices I bit his balls and the rush of fluid in my mouth from the inside of them took me over the edge and gave me the release I needed!torture phonesex iron

Body Modification

Accomplice phone sexI can’t begin to tell you how irritating it is to have someone tell you what to do with your own body.  When I pierced my nipples everyone had something to say about it, but of course I don’t care what anyone thinks.  I have so many guys tell me how hot my tits are and what my nipple rings do for them.  It really turns me on to have my nipples slapped or pinched even though I’m not necessarily masochistic.  I understand the principle behind body modification, and I certainly relate to a person that has become addicted to it.  I do wonder if the act of performing the modification can become an addicting fetish as well.

I would love nothing more than to attach a permanent corset to someone’s back.  I think corsets are the sexiest piece of clothing a woman can wear, and to have one permanently attached to your back would be the sexiest thing I could possibly imagine.  I will have to experiment with how and where I want it on me, so I am going to have to hunt for a few volunteers to practice on before I commit to anything on me.  Hmmm, this is going to be fun.  I wonder where my first victim will come from.  I guess we will just have to wait and see.

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Necrophilia phone sex can be so HOT! It takes all kinds. And I am not one to judge. I mean, I wouldn’t want anyone to judge me. I like the hunt. The stalking. The moment of the take. That is what does it for me. I like to take my time and enjoy them. Watch them squirm. Listen to them beg. I like to play with my prey like a good pussy does. I like to slowly cut their clothes off. I use an EXTRA big knife, just to make sure it is extra scary. Then comes the cleaning. The scrubbing. And the bondage, All things that REALLY turn me on. But I also really enjoy watching. I want to watch you play with my pray also. I want to watch you fuck her. I want to watch you stretch her open as I wrap my fingers around her throat and slowly choke the life out of her. I want to watch her spasming on your hard cock. And then. I want to watch you fuck her dead body till you shoot your load deep inside of her!

Dark and Cloudy

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There is nothing more fun and exciting to me than to be the sexiest accomplice you’ve ever experienced, but sometimes a girl is presented with a situation that she has to just deal with on her own.  There is a man that lives across the street from me, and he can’t seem to mind his own business.  Every time I turn around this cock sucking piece of shit is in my face!  I constantly hear how he will soon teach me how to me a good little girl, and how he would love to put me in my place.  Staring at my tits seems to be his favorite past time, so this morning when I walked out my door and saw him on my front porch I decided now was the time to do something about it.

I invited him in for some coffee, and he accepted.  I could tell he was a little apprehensive because I am never nice to him, but he came in and had coffee anyway.  I slipped a roofie into his coffee and it did the job!  He was passed out in a few minutes, so I took him to my basement and tied him to a table that I have setup down there.  He was now bound, gagged and unconscious, so I left and ran my errands knowing I’d be back before he woke up.

Several hours later I returned and the piece of shit was still sleeping, so I started preparing for his fun and eventful evening.  I cut all his clothes off of him and tied his balls up into a knot with fishing line, and that seemed to be what woke him up.  I wrapped his pathetic little cock around his balls and rubber banded them together.  He was struggling to get away, but when he saw the blade I pulled out of my pocket he really started to squirm.  I just finished with his loser piece of shit ass, and I’m positive he won’t bother anyone else ever again.

Blood Ties

I want for us to become closer.  I have just purchased a new box of razor blades. I have been cutting designs into my stomach, my legs, breasts, and my pussy; watching the blood trickle down my flesh. I love the feel of my cuts,  a unique hue of red.  Do you want to play in my crimson patterns? I will skillfully and gently slice your chest, multiple times, careful not to harm you, make it bleed and lick the blood. Do you like to lick a pussy  that is bleeding from menstruation? I’ll take out my tampon and let you devour my blood. I am a sexy vampire.  Let’s Smear our blood onto one another, make abstract paintings, like artists-just like Picasso. I can sprinkle my pretty crimson colored bloody love potion; putting you under my my evil spell, turning you into my mindless sex-zombie. Lets mix our blood, become blood-lovers. I have a nice collection of knives that I would love to show you. We can cut and have wild and intense sex.

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Strangulation Phone Sex Magenta

I have been having wet dreams about strangling you, as you lay fast asleep in my bed. While you are asleep, I go into the garage and grab a long electrical chord, wrap it around your neck, tighten it, tie a slip knot (tying each end of the chord to the left and right bed posts; above your head).  You wake up with fear in your eyes. You look at me, grab your neck and gasp for air!!!!  I approach you; pretending that I do not know what happened.  I act like I am trying to set you free.  Instead, I tighten the cord.   I lie, telling you not to worry.  I tell you to wait where you are (HAHAHA).  I go into my bedroom dresser drawer and grab a long pair of scissors.  I close the blades; insert them inside of the extension chord and begin to twist (removing the slack).  I pretend that I am trying to break open the wire and  release you.   You look up at me with desperation in your eyes, gasping, coughing, wheezing.  Mucus and phlegm spew from your mouth and nose.  You sweat profusely; shivering (you already begin to smell like death).  HAHAHA-you stink!!!  I tell you not to worry.  I lie, I tell you that I will save you.  I climb on top of you and tell you to hold on-not to give up!!  With tears in your eyes, you grip your neck, ,take your last breath, and then…… you become limp. FINALLY, you are dead (with a hard cock).  My work is done here.  I suck your cock and then get on top of you (inserting your dead, but stiff cock inside of my asshole).  I rub my pussy and ride your deceased cock, until I cum all over it.  Come sleep with me.  My bed is open.

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An Open Window Invitation

I will come to them when they least expect it.  Snug, warm, in their beds.  Little heads peaking from beneath covers tucked tightly around them.  Rosie cheeked, soft lipped fuck meat puppets are what they are.  They just do not know it yet, but I do.  All it takes is one unlocked window, one unlocked door, and I consider that my invitation in.  You know, sometimes I do not even do anything.  Sometimes just the fear of something is just as good as the act.

Last summer I was in Michigan.  There was a cabin not far from the one I was staying at.  I would see the family out on the lake.  They would yell, scream, splash, they would have such a great time, like all cookie cutter douche bag families do.  They had one young girl with them, who didn’t do any of that, she would just sit on the grass and watch.  When they were outside cooking, she would sit at the picnic table and just stare out at the water.  Since I am all tactful and shit, I went over there one day and said, “What the fuck is wrong with you?”  The woman came rushing over and put her arms around her like I had the fucking plague or something.  She goes, “Stay away from her, her sister drown last year and she is having a hard time.” 

What…the…fuck?!? Who the hell takes someone to a place that would remind them of an event like that?…”Oh you just got out of rehab? Great! Glad you’re back, now let’s go buy some crack!”  Jesus!  Actually it made me laugh and think, ‘Why didn’t you think of that Raven.”  That bit of information was all I needed to work out in my warped little brain how to make her vacation all the more special.  I grabbed one of the other screaming things that had come out of the water to towel off and asked her what her sister’s name was.  She told me that the girl wasn’t her sister, but her cousin, like I gave a fuck, I still wanted a name, and not just that name, but the name of the floater too.

For the next three nights, I waited until everyone was asleep, climbed up to where I had seen her at night, and found; luckily for me; no locked windows.  I would climb in there, sit in this one corner, perched up on this low stool, and I would whisper her sister’s name, over and over again.  She would wake up eventually, look into the corner, and I would just lean forward a bit so she could just see the lower part of my face, and say her sister’s name again.  The chick would freak the fuck out!  She would run out of that damn bedroom so fast.  I would just go to the window, climb back out, and wait behind one of the trees.  I bet she thought she was going crazy. 

The last day I saw her,  she was crying and looking upstairs.  The adults had those worried “OMG, what are we going to do” looks on their face.  As they pulled away in their stupid car, I waved and blew them a kiss.  I always wonder if that crying girl remembers the voice in her bedroom, and the dark hooded figure with the alabaster skin, and blood red lips that whispered her dead sister’s name at the lake when she tries to sleep at night, and if she has to draw pictures of it for her Adolescent Psychiatrist.

Sacrificium

Once a year a celebration takes place.  One in which I am honored to be a part of, as not many are.  We conduct this gathering to insure each and every One of Us protection throughout the coming year, so that We may continue Our work in the Name of The Ancients, and no I am not referring to the Christian God.  The Ones I worship are the Old Ones, from a time long past, whose dogma has been pushed under the carpet as it is considered barbaric. 

This year it was the task of Another to obtain the Sacrificium.  For one year, it is ordained that the Sacrificium must be kept safe, to be trained up in it’s foretold duty at the next celebration.  It is not to be taken lightly.  From what I have been told, the year with the Sacrificium is tedious.  You must spend each free second working with them.  They need to memorize the words to use, the proper etiquette, the proper mannerisms, how they are to address Those in attendance.  For the first few months, this would be a bit irritating to say the least.  However, by the time of the Celebration, they are ready.

They are dressed in what some would consider a Baptismal Gown.  They are pure, they are innocent, and they help to insure that We have a Blessed year.  This year, it has been told that the Sacrificium is particularly special.  They have made rapid progress in their preparation.  I am looking forward to this Celebration with great anticipation.  When We raise them up in Our hands to hold them before They who perform the Holy Act, the thrill that courses through Me is unlike anything else I have ever experienced. If you do not know what “Sacrificium” is, it is the term used for a “Blood Sacrifice.”

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Let’s Play a Game

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Lets play a game. Bring me a cute big breasted slut and I’ll see how much torture she can endure before finally just giving up on this life all together. I’m in the snuffing type of mood but I definitely would like to have a ton of fun before I waste a perfect good live body. I’ll tie you and that bitch up so your bodies shape like X’s. We will start off real nice and freaky.  Let’s pretend I’m in control kind of like a hardcore sexy domme, except I wont be kidding at all. You know that, she doesn’t. I have my whip (with the spikes at the tips) and a baseball bat sized dildo I won’t be shy about using them. I’ll suck on her huge titties and your thick dick, just for my enjoyment of course. Maybe eat a little pussy too. Pussy should always be wet, dry ones make me mad. Then the torture will begin. Flesh will be cut and burned. Screams will be loud. But no one will hear her. My dungeon is not just for show. Stupid bitch. After I have tortured the slut almost lifeless, I’ll untie her and let you stick your dick down her throat until she chokes. Snuff mission: complete.

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Cockroach

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I love finding used up things that still have a little bit of purpose left in them.  Take for example Shelly.  I first noticed her outside my building.  She was bedded down between two dumpsters in the back.  At first I thought it was just an old pile of clothing crumpled up, but as I lifted up the lid to the dumpster to put my trash in it, the pile moved.  I looked closer and it was a fucking person.  She stank, BAD!  She looked like she had been drug behind a car, bruised up, cut here and there, but she still had that clearness to her eyes, so I knew she was still in there beneath all that street filth.

I kicked her leg, she shrunk away from me, I kicked her again and said, “Hey, skunkgirl, you wanna sandwich or something?”  She turned her face fully toward me and said very quietly, “Yes please.”  Yes Please? Wow, Skunky had manners.  I told her to just follow me, as soon as I got inside the smell was horrible.  I said, “First things first, because you smell like a rotting whore’s cunt. You need to shower.”  I pushed her into the bathroom and had her toss out her clothing.  I immediately put them on my fire-escape, and waited for her to finish her shower.  She was taking forever, I actually at one point thought the dumb bitch drowned.  She came out with a towel wrapped around her, and even though she did wash, she was still nasty looking, no amount of soap was going to fully wash away that ground in putrid stink that came from her.

I told her to sit down at the table and I gave her a sandwich.  She ate it in like 12 seconds flat. I asked her what she was doing on the street, she almost curled into a ball.  I said, “What, does Mommy treat you mean? She take away your X-Box or something?”  Then I laughed.  I made her another sandwich and as she was eating it, she mumbled out that her Daddy had fucked her, and she liked it, so her Mommy kicked her ass out. 

I said, “So basically, you fucked your Mother’s husband like some sort of cheating ghetto bitch that has no self respect?”  She looked up at me, then she looked pissed, I guess I must of hit a nerve, and she stuck out her leg and that’s when I saw the scaring, it was fresh.  She said, “My Mom did this to me.”  I said, “What? Am I supposed to be outraged by it? You fucked her Husband.  What did you expect?” 

I said, “I threw away your clothing. You won’t need them anymore.”  She then started to thank me, saying shit like, “I am so glad you are giving me clothes, I have been wearing these same ones for two weeks.”  I gave her a glass of lemon aid, she drank it down.  I sat down slowly, lit a cigarette and watched.  At first she was all smiles, then she lurched forward, doubled over, and made this sound like a grunt.  She looked at me and her body started to shake, you could tell she wanted to say something, but by this time the froth started to spew out of her mouth.  I sat there smoking, not moving at all.  Her eyes did this weird thing, I thought they were going to explode, the smell that was coming from her mouth was acidic, it was the color of bile, I started to smile. 

Then it dawned upon her, I had put something in her drink.  She pushed herself back and fell to the floor, she tried to crawl, but I put my foot onto the back of her neck.  I squatted down so she could hear me really well above the noise she was making, I said, “What you did to your Mother was low, and what’s more lowly then a cockroach?  So I am treating you like one, and now all that is left is for me to stomp you out once and for all.”  I stood up, picked up my foot and did just that.