Tag: Bloody Phone Sex

Bloody phone sex makes my snuff pussy explode

Bloody phone sex means I am soaked head to toe. I love lying tits deep in fresh blood. I feel like I will turn into a vampire, forever young and beautiful. When my clit hits warm blood, I can cum instantly. Nice and sticky, I am ready for my Master’s perverted torments. Bloody phone sex
Master usually starts by beating me with his belt until my tits are covered in bloody welts. He calls me a filthy whore and tells me to beg for more. “Louder, you worthless cumrag!” he screams as the leather bites into my flesh. “Beg me to allow you to pleasure me with your holes!”
Only when my voice is raw and bleeding does he consider me adequately punished. He unchains me and forces me to crawl to his feet, kissing and licking his combat boots. I look up at him pleadingly, tears and snot running down my face. “Please, Master, use my cunt!”
Master grabs a fistful of my filthy hair and drags me upstairs. He shoves me face-first into the mirror. “Look at yourself, you disgusting whore. What do you see?”
“Your pathetic bitch, Sir!” I sob. “A broken object for you to ruin however you wish!”
He backhands me across the face. “That’s right. Now go prepare one of the donors.”
I scramble to obey, knowing what this means. I climb into bed with a naked, unconscious man. Probably some poor slob Master drugged and brought back here to be my favorite living dildo. I wrap my cunt around his flaccid cock and start to grind, feeling him begin to swell inside me.
It’s so deliciously degrading to rape a helpless victim, to use his body for my own pleasure without his consent. I ride him harder, panting and moaning like an animal.
I’m so lost in perverse ecstasy that I barely even feel the first cut. The knife slices into my tit, and searing pain explodes through my body. I convulse and howl, cumming violently on my rape victim’s cock. My blood pours down my chest and splatters his face. I go wild and suck the blood from my Snuff sex victim.

Bloody Phone Sex Fantasies Find Inspiration in Horror Movies

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex fantasies I masturbate to often. I love the sight, the smell, the feel and taste of blood. Perhaps, I should have been a vampire. It should be no surprise that I love horror movies. I am not the rom com kind of woman. Not the romance kind either. So, no Notebook for me. Sometimes, horror movies inspire my kills.

I love Eli Roth movies for their graphic nature. And Hostel 2 might just be my favorite. For one scene too. Although I love the premise that we can buy a snuff experience, the movie resonates with me because of this one scene. A woman buys a snuff experience in the opening of the film. And she buys a young woman too. Then she suspends her above her while she lies in a metal bathtub 4 foot below her. And after she teases the kidnaped girl with a sickle, she eventually splits her open and lets her blood and entrails wash over her.

Horror Movies Like Hostel 2 Inspire My Snuff Kills

But that scene alone inspired many of my snuff sex kills. And I saw an opportunity to recreate another movie moment over the weekend. I lured this young teen girl to my place. She thought I hired her to walk my dogs not to bathe in her blood. When it comes to blood, a young girl makes the perfect victim. A young girl’s blood tastes sweeter. It took nothing to subdue her once she picked up on my sinister vibes.

I knocked her out. And she woke up naked and suspended over my also naked body. She looked like an angel flying above me. Her fear made my pussy wetter. I took my sickle and slowly sliced her open. Her blood cascaded over me like a wave. Her entrails followed. As I rubbed her bright red blood into my Goth white skin, I saw the life drain out of her. Literally drain out of her.

But I took in the experience. Savored my sadistic phone sex kill. Young virgin blood will help me age gracefully. And keep me looking like I am in my 20s still. She may not have appreciated her sacrifice, but I did. I even saved some of her blood for my morning smoothies.

Breasts of Pleasure, Breasts of Pain

Violent phone sex Hey there, my depraved little sluts, looking for a wicked thrill? Let me paint a picture so fucked up, so hot, you’ll be dripping with desire. I’m talking about the ultimate snuff fantasy, where my perfect tits become instruments of pleasure and destruction.

Imagine a sweet, innocent Brat, cute as a button, and me, ready to corrupt her innocence. I’d start by letting you play with these glorious breasts, letting you suck and lick, while I moan with pleasure. But then, the game changes, and I wrap my tits around her, tight enough to suffocate, my voice soothing her fears. As she struggles, you take me from behind, pounding my pussy like a beast. She screams into my flesh, her desperate cries muffled by my bosom. The harder you fuck me, the tighter I squeeze, feeling her life slip away. Her arms flail, then go limp, as she breathes her last breath against my skin.

And in that moment, you cum, thrusting your load deep inside me, collapsing next to her lifeless body. A perfect ending to a perfect Saturday. ????????????

Knife Play Phone Sex Gives Me More Control Over Your Death and Suffering

knife play phone sexGuys ask me my favorite type of call often and I always respond with knife play phone sex. Sometimes, they seem perplexed when I give that answer. I think they expect me to say snuff or castration. But here is the thing. I use a knife for both of those types of calls and so much more. Without my knives, I cannot do most of the things I enjoy.

Sure, I could use a gun to kill a person. And I could even shoot a man’s dick or balls off. But guns take the fun out of the torture for me because a gun kills if you have great aim with little suffering. And if I shoot your dick off, I cannot control the bleeding or much of anything. And I love my victims to suffer at my hands. I enjoy prolonging your agony or our victim’s agony with torture sex.

Knives just give a sadist like me more control. So, maybe now you understand why I say knife play phone calls are my favorite. Just a few days ago, I stabbed a man to death with great pleasure. He had it coming. But I prolonged it as long as I could. Hours of small cuts on his body. Followed by increasingly deeper cuts for blood loss. Of course, some cock and ball torture too.

Pick a Fair Fight or I May End You Myself

You may think what I did to him presents as overkill but hear me out. He’s the abusive ex of a friend of mine. My friend left him, but he refused to let her get her things. They lived together for years. Changed the locks on her. That I would not kill for, but I would show him who’s the boss. He killed her cat. A horrific death too. And I simply have no tolerance for any man who abuses or kills animals. Pick a fair fight. I like animals more than people.

Castration phone sex would not even the score. A life for a life. Some may say a cat’s life is not the same as a human’s life. But I disagree. Anyone who kills an animal does not play fair and will only escalate. I saved women from another Ted Bundy. And the animals in the woods behind my house served as my accomplices yet again.

Belle in bows chained and tortured for my master’s pleasure

Domination phone sex

Chained to a wall with little to no wiggle room, master and his sick fucking fetishes hits my fearful fanny again. Pouring pussy showers with blood, cum, white creamy kisses left where the banging has begun.

You’re my master tonight you evil bastard, baby blue baby girl, who’s whimpers and screams go unheard. Down in your sick, evil, demented dugeon full of dead carcases, castrated cocks and pulled, sliced and diced cut up cunts. I don’t stand a chance under your control, posted up on a wall, heavy chained, dressed like a doll. Ribbons in my hair, pigtails like a true, scared, sissy slut whore, baby girl.

Pull my head back, my legs in white tights, wrapped up behind my back. Arms up high as you murder me with your massive meat machine. Slammed down, anal canal ripped, up my shits creek with your throbbing cock packing my fudge full of drippy, goey, white creamy cum. Leaking out of my slashed up snatch you didn’t hold back, pounding, smashing, pulling on the chains making me blue, you had me in out while taking rape fantasies out on my asshole.  Bondage bitch, ripped and beat up just how you like.

????Strangled and Spoiled: A Brutal Pleasure????

Strangulation phone sexListen up, you naughty subs, I’m here to confess a dark and twisted fantasy that came to life. It was all about domination, the thrill of power, and the sweet screams of submission. Me and my partner, we took two bratty slaves and showed them who’s boss.

We blindfolded them, tied them up tight, and let their imaginations run wild. “You’re ours to play with, little bitches,” I purred, my voice dripping with authority. Their breathing quickened, a mixture of fear and arousal. The game began with a sharp blade teasing their skin, tracing down their necks, leaving a trail of tingling anticipation.

I grabbed a handful of hair, pulling their heads back, exposing delicate throats. “Beg for it,” I demanded, my breath hot against their ears. As they pleaded, I brought the knife close, feeling their trembling. A quick slice, just enough to draw blood, and their cries filled the room, a beautiful melody of pain.

But the fun was just beginning. We took turns, hands around their delicate necks, squeezing, watching their faces flush. “Who’s in control now, huh?” I taunted, my grip tightening. They struggled, squirmed, and begged for release, only to be met with a firmer grasp.

The climax of our domination came in a rush. As they lay helpless, we took our pleasure, covering their bodies with cum and sweat, marking our territory. “This is what you wanted, right?” I asked, my voice dripping with satisfaction. Their satisfied moans confirmed it—they were ours, body and soul.

This phone sex confession is a journey into the dark, where pleasure and pain intertwine. You masochists out there, dare to take the plunge? Call me, and let’s create a world of brutal ecstasy, where screams of surrender are music to our ears. ????????????

Sex with dead bodies make Master stiffer than them

Sex with dead bodies Master tells me I’m a good girl when I make it so he can have Sex with dead bodies. I always find creative ways to make those cunts stiff for him. The more gore, the better for Master. His cock gets so hard when I stab them over and over again. When they are still warm, he loves to stick his cock in the fresh stab wounds before they expire.
Master is a genius. He knows how to maximize His pleasure with me and His snuff victims. The bitch will barely be alive while I am deepthroating his cock, and he is fisting the bitch. He says he wants them to experience as much pain as possible before they die because it makes Satan happy.
He loves the moment of death when all the life leaves her body, and she goes slack and cold. He’ll fuck her for hours after that, using her like a sex doll. And He’ll make me clean up the mess on his cock. Flesh and blood are caked on there because of how hard he fucks the dead little slut. It’s all for Satan, of course. The Snuff sex rituals are our offerings to the one and only. Hail Satan!

Evil phone sex slut Stephanie

evil phone sex

I’m rubbing my whore cunt and getting horny as fuck from all of these evil phone sex calls. The world is becoming more twisted every day with more and more men calling to tell me the fucked up thoughts that consume them. I just talked with a guy who anyone would think is just an average family man. I’m the lucky slut that gets to hear his most fucked up inner thoughts. Like how he constantly fantasizes about making his wife watch him force fuck, torture and snuff out their precious little daughters. This sick fuck wants me to rim his asshole with my tongue while he’s stroking his dick with the corpse of his youngest brat. He also wants me to bash her head in and jerk his dick off with her gooey, squished brains. He has the best torture fantasies, he just needs an evil accomplice to act out any and every fucked up desire that runs across his mind. I think you need an accomplice slut too. Let me be the one that slices into your offspring and rips the guts right out of their tiny bodies. I’ll hollow out their little bellies so that I can reach in and jerk your stiff Daddy dick off inside of them. The only thing better than tiny, tight cunt to ram your cock into, is having a twisted slut like me to jerk your dick off while you’re balls deep in that tiny victim bitch! Let’s save your wife for last. I’ll tie her up and make her watch, screaming and crying is horror as she watches us be evil together. We can work out all of the fucked up details when you call…

Bloody Phone Sex Throws Suspicion Off You

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex is the only way to kill. If I am going to kill and torture someone, I want to leave a huge mess behind. Although, I do love creating a bloody mess, I partake in overkill because it throws the police off my trail. Overkill suggests a personal kill. Anger and rage, plus impulsiveness suggest that the victim knew their killer.

But I rarely know my victims. Perhaps, I encountered my victim somewhere, but I have no ties to my victims other than that random or chance encounter. So, if I make the crime look personal, I do not show up on anyone’s radar. I have been a murderous snuff porn bitch since I was a teen girl. Now, that first kill had all the earmarks of a personal kill because it was personal. I killed my bully.

She tormented me for years. And that first kill showed rage, anger and impulsiveness. I snapped. Lucky for me, my grandpa covered up that kill. He hid her body for me. To this day that bitch is still a missing girl. Many think she ran away. But I know better. And I owe that dead bitch. If she had never bullied me, I never would have killed her. And if I had never killed her, I never would have known about my grandpa. He honed my skills and taught me how to be a killing machine who flies under the radar.

You Can Kill and Get Away with It Too

And grandpa was my hero. He taught me to find a surrogate for my rage. He taught me about overkill throwing suspicion off me, so the police do not think the kill was just a random act of violence. And he taught me to use knifes, make it bloody and find a surrogate if I want to kill some bitch or some tool who wronged me. So, I have taken his advice since my teens. No cop has ever looked at me twice.

And I am a killing machine today. This killer phone sex bitch can turn you into a killing machine too. Teaching you everything you need to know to stay undetected like me. You can kill daily and never get caught. But you need my help.

Accomplice hot oil torture with Mr. muff diver

Accomplice phone sex

My master loves to cum up with new ideas of how to torture his prey. He’s one sick fuck and doesn’t care if he ends us or not. Always leather bound and beaten, rape fantasies taken out on me daily, ripped up insides, he needs more whores now, uses me as his sexual slave accomplice

Being watched but catching another bitch, too easy for me. These new sluts, so scared, so timid. Master has us both and brings out a bowl, steaming hot, melting the floor. He covers us both, mutilation madness, dripping down our tits we both scream, whimper. This comes with a nice whipping, slapping, then dildos shoved up our tight little fannies. Pussy machines turned on ten, hot oiled again and again.

Running down our bodies into our leaky, clammy, hot, musty cunts. Legs spread so far out, abused and burned, our seeping, watering spooge filled little fudge packs. Master loves to run his tongue, twat twist munch, slurps us in and swallows. Sick fuck smiles from our sour taste, fingering and digging for more, his evil sizzling fantasy. Mr. master muff diver, bricked up cucked cock, did it again.