Gothic Phone sex is exciting. A taste of the dark side. Most normals won’t dare to venture into my darkened cave of torture and sin. On occasion I get the desire to post ads for finding my playthings, or rather “Victims”.
One advertisement I posted was for a BDSM model. I required a signature to the contract in their blood. The contract wasn’t thoroughly read as I kinda persuaded them to just sign it as I worked my special wicked skills on him. He was throbbing hard from the first view of me in my gothic dress.
Men are so weak for the unobtainable. That and for female dominance. This was an easy one for my snuff filming of a blockbuster. Some torture, pain, and mutilation. He screamed so much. Begged and pleaded for it to stop. I walked over to him and put the consent form in his face and told him he signed his death warrant so just enjoy the ride.
Tied to a pentagram. Tortured by a Satanic Goddess. Getting my full attention is what his cock told me he wanted. He got it and the attention of many views. This was his dream come true and he ended with a castrated, scorched and burned sack. His cock flesh was shredded and his anus was completely destroyed.
His final moments were his decapitated head with brain stem intact, watching his final demise. He felt me chainsaw his limbs. One by One. Cut off and fed into a mulching machine. Then his head I used as my urinal before I took the sledge hammer to it.