I live to serve you. Tonight is the night of your special dinner party. I can hear the guests arriving upstairs. I can smell the cigar smoke and the perfume wafting down through the grates in the walls. The music, so creepy, and I can’t imagine who these freaks are that you have me make these drinks for. You’ve got me dressed in new black lingerie. Its the only time of year I get to wear “clothes”. It barely covers the bruises and scars you have inflicted on me, but dare I say I still feel pretty?
You come down to the dungeon and tell me to prepare the cocktails. I hope that the rest of the slave sluts will supply enough blood to make your party a success. Last year I wasn’t so lucky and you beat me unconscious for not doing my job. I wasn’t going to let you down, I had a plan and a secret tool. I had found a small strainer in one of your torture toolboxes, and I knew it would help me get every drop of blood I could out of the other pathetic whores traopped down here with me.
I have a tray of glasses, and take my knife and strainer into the first slave’s cell. She tries to crawl away, but she is too weak. As I suspected, cutting her wrists yielded practically nothing. Not enough to even fill two cocktails on the tray. She has been bled so many times to satisfy your own appetite, that flowing blood is hard to come by. I raise the knife to her left tit and she begs me not to kill her. But there is no other way to get the blood out. I ram the knife into her chest and twist and turn it until I can reachin and grab her still beating heart.
Her eyes go glassy as I pull it from her chest. I hold it over the third wine glass, and squeeze it like an orange. Blood pours out, and the smell is so fresh and metallic. I am able to fill a few more glasses, and then I take her heart, as she watches unable to move any longer, and cut it into smaller pieces. I take each piece and put it in the strainer. I squeeze each piece like little sponges full of blood, into the remaining glasses. This was working perfect, I would be able to squeeze every drop of blood out of these slaves tonight.
I take the first tray upstairs and serve your guests. They marvel over the fresh blood cocktails and drink them. You pat me on the bottom, and send me back downstairs with the empty tray to get your guests another round of drinks for your Taboo Phone Sex CockTail Party….
Taylor SPS
Call Taylor SPS:
Visit Taylor SPS's Phone Sex Profile
Read Taylor SPS 's Phone Sex Blog
