Category: Torture sex

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!

Taboo Phone Sex Whores Never Lead Dull Lives

taboo phone sexThe life of a taboo phone sex whore never seems dull. And that’s because we only look like soccer moms. But we never act like them, at least not in the traditional sense. I go through a lot more cocaine over the holidays than I do any other time of the year.

And that always leads towards poor decision making. Earlier, trying to get cocaine, I found myself on a live auction feed where men planned on selling me to the highest bidder for God knows what. I dodged that bullet, but I came under fire again, two days later.

With my sons inviting so many bonus boys over for the holiday weekend I needed energy to keep up with them. Coke gives mature women the energy they need to keep up with young teenage lovers.

Plus, I had to deal with my sisters-in-law too. And that’s never pleasant for me. After all these years and two sons later, they still think of me as a trashy gold digger. And just for the record I no longer spend my husband ‘s money on cocaine. I earn it the old-fashioned way, even if it puts me in harm’s way.

This Mommy Does Unspeakable Things for Cocaine

I met with this drug dealer recently who I try to avoid. He’s one of the biggest producers of snuff porn in my state. But he’s known for paying a woman very well to star in one of his films. The problem is you might end up with a broken bone or two because he likes his films to look real. So, I know it’s always a gamble with him, but I also know he’s legit. Just violent. He appeared happy to see his favorite redheaded soccer mom too. He told me he planned on calling me to make me a sweet deal.

A very rich collector of snuff films reached out to him. He wanted a violent mommy son video where the son explores his rape fantasies for his mommy on film. But he would punch mommy, kick mommy and restrain her while destroying her fuck holes. I’m no stranger to rough sex. And I needed his money because I was starting to lose my energy. Plus, I ran out of Coke the night before. I needed this gig as much as he needed a willing, redheaded soccer mom.

One of These Days Some Man will Beat Me Dead

Luckily, the film lasted no more than an hour. But I did not escape unscathed. I did get my cocaine though. A huge bag of it too, but I earned every penny of it. My costar punched me and violently fucked my pussy and ass. This felt like an extreme ass rape porn. Destroyed my butt hole on film with his monster cock and even his fist.

I still have ligature marks around my neck from where he tried to strangle me. I needed to wear a turtleneck, so my husband did not see the marks. He broke a couple of ribs and my nose too. So, I told my husband I fell down the stairs.

I survived, but I look like I met Mike Tyson in the ring. But luckily, I have a big bag of cocaine for all the pain. And I’m a creative liar. I can make my husband believe anything. I’m sure he does not want to know what a truly sick bitch he married. I willingly endured that kind of pain just for a fix. And I will do it again in a couple days too.

Force Me To Take It Up The Ass

Ass rape porn I can’t get enough Ass rape porn. After my first time being fucked in the ass it has become a fetish, I love being fucked up the ass, at first it hurt a little bit but once he got it all the way in I fucking loved it. My foster daddy forced his cock in my ass as a punishment, little did he know I fucking love it, I beg him to stop, scream bloody murder as he stuffs his big cock deeper and deeper into my asshole, that really gets him going, his cock gets stiffer every time I beg him to stop, I am cumming so fucking hard as he forces his perverted cock deep in my shit chute, he ask if I had enough and I say yes, knowing he is just going to drill deeper in my shit hole. Slaps reign down on my ass cheeks as I scream louder, his big balls tighten up and he cums so hard in my now gaping asshole. He tells me every time I make his cock hard that I will get his stiff cock deep in my ass. So now I am sitting here thinking of ways to give him a boner so he can force his cock in my tight asshole, any suggestions? 

Snuff Movies Feed The Best Filth Into Your Needs

Not only am I star in Snuff Movies. But I am also an accomplice in making true snuff films with tender hot teens. My ass is unstoppable as is my ability to endure so much torture. It came to a point where I was kept around as a lure and accomplice.

It all started in one of my premier roles in a snuff film that was being faked as a live stream of a kidnapped and Murdered prostitute. This was getting very real with actual bloodshed and my nearly dying. But thing is, I got so fucking hot with that twist of nearly dying.

Fast forward I was filming a slot as a tortured prostitute taken into the woods and decapitated with an axe. But somehow a demon came to my rescue and took me in as his slave. Soon enough I became an ass ravished bimbo that become his bride.

Finally my servitude as the anal bride of a demon came into me becoming immortal. Now I can search the Earth for young teen anal sluts for his needs. Well, mostly for the tribes’ anal  excursions. The true strength for this demon tribe is the anal surfing and the servitude of good ass.

Snuff movies

 

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

Castration phone sex mind fucks you until they are gone

Castration phone sex Castration phone sex calls to you because you are haunted by those disgusting things between your legs. It’s time to say goodbye to your sack. This is a one-time deal, so we’ll take our time. I want you to show me how badly you want it.
Do you remember the first time you realized you didn’t want them? The first time you felt so dirty for having them? You must have lived in shame for a long time.  I can’t wait to get them in my hands. I’ll dig my black nails deep into your ball skin. I want to see you quiver in pain. This is such a special moment, I don’t want to waste a second. Every moment, you will be reminded how pathetic you are and how much you deserve to suffer.
I am the one who holds the power to drive you so mad that you do it yourself. Oh, the joy I will get when I have you puddy in my hands. I will slash at you. I’ll give you thousands of little cuts all over your body. Don’t forget you are my Torture sex slave, and I get to do whatever I want before you get what you want.
See, I want to work up an appetite. And for me, there is no better way to do that than to play with my knife. When you are all cut up, soaked in your own blood, my blade will meet your filthy ball sack. I’ll slice and dice, removing one ball at a time. The left one I will fry with some better, and the right, maybe we’ll eat that one sushi style.