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Fantasy Phone Sex with Blair: What is Your Fear?

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 I was a very bad mommy. My son told me not to party without him or there would be repercussions. I am weak when it comes to nose candy and cock. I picked up a few frat boys and brought them home to fuck. I figured out of 20 ounces of coke, my son wouldn’t know if a few ounces were missing. I was wrong. He came home livid. Apparently he has nanny cams all through the house to watch me since I can’t be trusted. He saw me getting gang banged and doing his coke.

He came in angry as fuck and grabbed me by the hair and dragged me into the basement. He slapped me, called me a worthless whore, then suspended me from one of the beams. He disappeared. I was in the dark, scared and unable to touch the ground. Felt like eternity before he returned. When he did, he did not speak a word. But I could hear strange noises, almost a hissing sound. My son was fooling around with something. I kept apologizing for being a worthless party whore, but he still said nothing. I felt something slimy graze my feet from the ground. Then suddenly my son turned on the light and I peed myself. Snakes everywhere underneath me. Hissing at me, intertwined with each other. I am not sure there is anything I am more afraid of than snakes. They paralyze me with fear.  Anyone who knows me well knows this. I was screaming, pleading with my son for forgiveness. All he said was, “have fun in the garden of evil you love so much mom.” Then he turned off the light and left.

fantasy phone sex mommy sonNot sure I have ever been so scared. This wasn’t one snake, but a ton of them, all swarming at my feet. I was struggling to keep my feet up. Almost hysterical, I tried to escape in my head. Figure some way of making these slimy serpents recoil away from me.  In my mind, I became the mythological creature Medusa. From what I could remember from mythology classes, Medusa had once been a beautiful maiden cursed by her lover for infidelity thereby turning her beautiful hair into venomous snakes. Anything she looked at turned to stone. I tried to muster the strength and fearlessness of Medusa and imagine those snakes on my head, working for me not against me. It took every ounce of strength I had to try to be empowered by the serpents instead of petrified. After awhile it seemed to work. My heart stopped racing and I could no longer hear the hissing like I did nor feel slimy skin along my feet. I kept telling myself I had turned them to stone, they could not hurt me anymore, I was safe.

My son came back time to my private hell after what seemed eternity. When he turned on the lights the snakes were gone. What the fuck? Had I really turned Medusa? The power of suggestion was clearly at work here. My son was dumbfounded and even more angry than before. He cut me down, dragged me by my snake like hair and put me in a little cage. I was in there for days, deprived of food and water. Deprived of dignity as no place to potty. Medusa couldn’t help me out of this one. my son would only let me out of the cage to force his cock in my mouth or ass. His cock was the only snake I had not slain. I was in that cage, used and abused for days. I wish I could have turned my son to stone. He gets so much sick pleasure out of scaring and abusing me. But then, I deserve it. Like Medusa’s previous life, I am an unfaithful, disloyal  whore.

Do you get sick pleasure out of using a woman’s fears against her? If so, call me. I am a good victim for your dark fantasy world.

A New Hunt

 

violent phonesex angieI love the thrill of the hunt. Hunting humans is so exhilarating. I have taken up a new weapon of late. The boomerang. I bought a lovely set of metal boomerangs and took them to my sharpening wheel. They now have razor sharp edges that will slice into flesh beautifully. However I need to get some target practice in and what better to practice on then naked, scared humans? violent phonesex weapons I had a dear friend build me a plat form that is a replica of the stairs from The Munsters. He did a wonderful job. There is where I will stand so that I can see my prey as they run in an effort to escape my flying blade. I have an assortment of several different drugs that I am going to coat my weapons in so that in the event that I hit my target with anything less then a fatal connection, the adrenalin pumping through their veins will distribute the drug quickly into the blood stream and they will not be able to escape. I have several specimen of prey that I will release one at a time from the base of my perch.violent phonesex stairs They will have to the count of ten to run as far as they can. I have encouraged them to run in a serpentine pattern to give me a challenge. In the event that I miss, and I certainly will as I have not mastered the skill of throwing my new toy, my prey will be captured and returned for another run, The rules have been made clear and the game is about to begin. Standing on the stairs looking out my heart is pumping, my cunt is wet and I am armed and ready. Watching the first of my prey run as I loudly count to ten the anticipation of the first throw and possibly the first kill is overwhelming. This is the first of many days of target practice until my aim is flawless and I can hit my target each and every time with the percussion and accuracy of a marksman, or woman as it were.violent phonesex drugs

War Lord

The Countries of Africa have always interested me. There is so much strife, poverty, sickness, malnourishment, beauty, sadness, majestic wildlife, corruption, genocide, and of course my favorite War Lords.  Just the name makes me quiver.  War Lords put a whole new meaning to the word torture.  They are some of the cruelest men on the face of the Earth, and I for one admire them.

Taboo phone sexFrom time to time I will travel to African American Museums to bare witness to their unconscionable thinking.  Recently there was one such exhibit at a Museum in Dallas.   I traveled there so that I could gaze upon certain artifacts that were, and in some cases, still used to this very day.  It allows me to fantasy about what it would be to be a powerful Woman War Lord.  I smirk when I think if they were to hear of Me they would just laugh due to the fact that I am a “mere” Woman, but they would soon realize that I can just be just as cruel and evil as them for no other reason than perhaps I feel like it.

Bloody phone sexAt first it would be rather hard to garner support but I would make sure I had something in large supply that a lot of other War Lords could not get their hands on.  That would be Khat.  Khat is one of the most wonderful drugs in the world.  I doesn’t look like a drug that we have access to here in the states.  We tend to smoke, snort, or inject our drugs, but Khat is simply chewed.  It is highly addictive, it makes you feel so very wonderful, and after just a little bit, you want more and more and more.  It would be so easy to have Myself a little band of addicts who will do what ever atrocities My wicked brain could come up with.  They would without question knowing that when they came back, they could settle in with a bundle of Khat and drift off into addict slumber. 

Violent phone sexAs I strolled through the exhibits, My thoughts turning more and more violent as I worked on My War Lord fantasy, I came across an object that made me smile fully.  It was the most wonderful Nzappa zap I had ever seen.  I knew about them, but I had never seen one for Myself in real life.  I could see Myself out at night, silently maneuvering My lovely dark skinned followers through the jungle.  Coming upon an encampment of our enemy, then deftly flinging this far range ax across the still of the night until it embedded it’s self into the side of someone’s skull. 

All in all I think I would make a fantastic War Lord.

Evil Accomplice Phone Sex

accomplice phonesex angieHave you ever seen the movie 13 Ghosts? I love the evil Cyrus and his demonic plan to open the eye of hell. I would love to live in his glass house filled with evil spirits held captive by the spells etched on the walls. My absolute favorite scene in the whole movie is when a glass wall is activated during one of the house’s morphing sequences and severs Cyrus’ attorney, Ben,  body in half. His eyes wide with disbelief as he realizes that he his body is no longer one. The movie so inspired me and stirred my need for some cold blooded fun that I decided to devise a way to re-enact that one scene for myself and a lucky accomplice.accomplice phonesex 13ghosts It took us several weeks to devise the sharp sheet of glass, rig it guillotine style and create a device to hold our “character” I couldn’t wait to see if the body, once severed, would slid down the glass in two parts like in the movie. Of course one time to test this theory would not be enough, We had to gather several “characters” of several shapes and sizes to see what effect this would have in real time. The planning and preparation created an anticipation level beyond belief. When the day finally came we had 13 “characters” to pay homage to the movie’s title that gave me the inspiration. One at a time we placed them in our device and released the sharp sheet of glass, delighting as the body was severed and the blood flowed. We took our time making the ritual last all day. It was the most fantastical and erotic movie reenactment I have ever created. I plan on keeping my device and plan on using it again in the future. accomplice phonesex ghosts2

 

Picture Perfect Gothic Phone Sex

gothic phonesex karmaSo as I was  flipping through one of my favorite goth magazines I see this picture. I can’t stop looking at it. What a wonderful way to sacrifice a hot young thing to my Prince of Darkness. I can’t stop looking at tit and I can’t stop the dripping that has started between my legs. The ache I am feeling in my chest as my nipples grow rigid. Moaning and rubbing my cunt I close my eyes and imagine how it would feel to string him up on that wooden cross. Knees bent and nailed to the cross bar. His hands nailed to the place where his feet should be, His dick hanging towards his face and his feet in the perfect position to nestle the stake that will be the last part of the infliction of his pain as I ram it up his ass and deep into his body. The blood dripping down his body and up his nose, assisting in the loss of life as it suffocates him when he inhales. All while I am sucking on his flaccid cock as he hangs there. slipping away. Cumming all over my fingers, I open my eyes, get myself dressed and head out to find him. I know he is out there waiting for me. I am cumming darling, you won’t wait long and neither will I.gothic phonesex sacrifice

Another night in the life of a cum whore…

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I got the phone call in the middle of the night, I was so tired with so much work lately.. but I dare not answer the phone by the 3rd ring or my night will be a whole hell of a lot worse than planned. I answered the phone and got my instructions for the evening. And if I did not do exactly what I was told, my punishment would be harsh, and completely unexpected.

I lived under constant watch by those who were paid by my father. My father owed a lot of people money, and I was his ticket out of debt. He got paid a lot of money to use me as a personal cash cow. I was not worth much to anyone, except as a bucket to dump their cum into. This was my life.. and I would be lying to you if I did not crave it.

I pulled the slutty clothing that I kept for my nights out, out of the drawer, and got dressed. I poured my make up on and put on my costume for the night. I looked at myself in the mirror and decided it was going to be a very long and painful night. I could feel my cunt tighten as the juices started to drip, I was addicted to being abused.

I grabbed the paper off the dresser with the address of the warehouse I was supposed to go to. I had been there once before. I remember the sting of the whip, the taste of the blood from my mouth as I was slapped repeatedly, and the full feeling I had from many men double penetrating me as I hung from the ceiling crying and begging. Just another night in the life of a worthless cum whore…

Mutilation Phone Sex with Venus: Some Guys Don’t Deserve a Cock

mutilation phone sex knife play tortureMutilation phone sex is perfect for a sadistic bitch like me who enjoys castrating useless men. And let’s face it, there are lots of useless men out there. Let’s just say I subscribe to the old adage if you can’t use it properly, then you should not have it. Case in point. This total tool I encountered on the subway last week. It was rush hour, and we were crammed in like sardines. This loser in a business suit sits down next to me. He tries to make idle chit chat with me and is oblivious to the fact I don’t give a fuck about what he is saying. He actually put his hand on my thigh. I looked at him, and very calmly stated, “Touch me again pervert and I’ll castrate you.” He recoiled his hand and I thought he got the message. That was until he set his briefcase on his thigh to block the view from the other side of the train and whipped out his pathetic cock and started stroking it. I knew what I had to do. Indecent exposure equals not deserving a cock.

I followed him off the train even though it was not my stop. I had my favorite knife in my backpack.  He was so stupid, he didn’t even realize I got on the same bus with him. I sort of stick out in a crowd too. I could tell he was trying the same thing to this chick on the bus. I could read the horrified expressions on her face loud and clear. Yes, this douche bag falls under the category of if you can’t use it properly, you should no longer have it. I got off at the stop he did and stalked him to his house. I waited a few after he went in; realized no one else was home yet or maybe he lived alone. Hard to believe that this pathetic fuck had a wife or family. But there are lots of stupid, naive cunts out there.

I knocked on the door, then pushed my way into his home wielding my big ass knife. “Remember me asshole,” I screamed as I lunged at him with my knife in the forefront. I backed him into a corner, till he slid down on the floor like a coward. I sliced his hands a few times so he would feel some pain and it would weaken him a bit. I grabbed him by his suit tie and strung him to the kitchen faucet. I tied his bloody hands to the pipe under the sink. So he was on the ground, struggling for air, tied to his kitchen sink. I took my knife and slashed his thighs a few times. Big baby was whining. “Did I whine when you jacked your worthless pecker in front of me bitch,” I yelled angrily. I then unzipped his pants with the knife exposing his worthless pecker. He looked scared and all I could do was laugh. Payback is a bitch.

mutilation phone sex castration bloodyI took the knife and mutilated his chest. I carved Loser into it. I mean you have to be a loser to expose yourself on the subway to a total stranger, right? He was shaking and crying and I just kept carving up his flesh. Mutilating his skin, but saving his cock and balls for last. I was enjoying this. Mutilating flesh on a worthless human is so fun. So fun it makes my nipples hard and my cunt wet. We were both covered in his blood. I kept licking the blade too. As he lay there covered in a pool of his blood, I grabbed his testicles.  I twisted them until I thought they might pop off on their own, then I sliced the right one off, followed by the left one. I shoved his balls in his mouth as a ball gag. “Shut the fuck up loser,” I quipped.

I left his penis, his dick, his worthless little pecker, whatever the fuck you want to call it, for last. I carved my initials in it first, then I lobbed it right off. Blood spurting everywhere. All I could do was laugh and masturbate. I told him he asked for everything he got and then some. I went and got a mirror so he could see his mutilated body. I told him be lucky I didn’t kill him for what he did. All I did was  take away his cock and balls and maybe mutilate his body a wee bit. If you don’t know how to use your dick, you don’t deserve to have one. Pure and simple. I left his balls in his mouth but took his severed pecker and put it in a zip lock baggie and left it on the kitchen sink for him. I explained I was being generous this time buy not flushing it down the toilet or feeding it to Fido over there. Perhaps a skilled doctor could reattach it. They was of course, if anyone finds him before he bleeds out.

Do you deserve to have your cock and balls? Because if you don’t, I am happy to take them away for you.

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Let the Rituals begin

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It was time to begin the rituals again. I opened the letter and the invitation was inside. My stomach turned a little as I remember being the “one” they had on display as a way to recruit new members. But that was long ago, and though at the time I was a frightened weak one.. it is what made me stronger.

I had long ago watched my neighbor take the life of many during intercourse, I was able to remain hidden.. but eventually he caught up to me, asked me if this was a life I wanted to lead. Full of violence, blood, sex, chaos… malice.

I was naive and though true now, at the time I had no idea what I was getting into. Memories flooded me now. I was young, propped up naked on the alter.. watching a room full of men penetrate my cunny with his cock. Feeling them violate me, taking my innocence. One bye one. Some of them I recognized, serious, emotionless. Now many years later, I was in charge of finding a new recruit.

It made me smile to myself as I watched the neighborhood rug rats playing outside. I sat down and started to plan…

Slow, Painful, Violent Phone Sex

violent phonesex karmaAll dressed in black. It matches my mood and fits me, don’t you think? I am in a particularly ruthless mood this afternoon. You laugh and say that I can’t get any more fucked up, my cunt growing wet with each violent thought that passes through my head. Culminating into the fruition of my dark, demented thoughts. My orgasms are so much stronger when I am acting out the things that float to the top of my dark and stormy thoughts. Tonight it is going to be exceptionally violent. I want several pretty things and decapitation is what I long for tonight. I want to take them apart slowly. Cutting off the smallest body parts first. Like the nose, ears, lips, and the nipples. I need to take things really slow, cutting where just enough blood is shed to make my cunt ache for more. I need the agonizing tease of blood building and heightening my desire to explode. By the time the last breath escapes the bleeding hole that once was their lips, I will have so much sexual frustration built up that I will erupt, Cum spewing from my cunt in long flowing spurts, my body racked with tremors making it imposable to stand. I will fall into the discarded pile of human flesh that was once beautiful, young and innocent  women. I will lay there convulsing in waves of orgasmic spasms, covered in their blood and flesh. Glorious spasms that  reflect the violent spasms or their last minutes.  I appreciate their sacrifice to satisfy my insatiable desire for blood, pain and lust.

Cannibalism Phone Sex with Cassandra: Bonfire Smorgasbord

cannibalism phone sex big tits milfThese girls from the gym that I do Zumba with invited me to a bonfire one of them was having out at her family’s farm. They said bring a friend, but female as it was a girls night. We were gonna get drunk, smoke weed and just have fun. Sounded great to me. I grabbed my BFF, got in the jeep and we headed to rural Kentucky. We joked a bit on the way that it seemed like we were driving through the area in one of those Wrong Turn movies. We got there and the girls were naked and dancing around the bonfire. I told my BFF, they just witches wannabes and we giggled. When in Rome, right? We took off our clothes started dancing around the bonfire with them drinking moonshine.

Next thing I know, my BFF and I are bound, gagged and tied to a stake. That moonshine  I guess was spiked. I thought is this a joke? Then the girls swarmed around us like bees on honey. They started calling us bitches and stupid cunts. One girl tried to claim I stole her boyfriend a few years ago. Really? A few years ago, not last week? Get  over it. My smart ass comments didn’t go over well with the Witches of Eastwick and I got slapped hard and an apple shoved in my mouth to shut me up. I still thought this was some sort of payback and would be over soon, but then they were dousing us in some buttery sweet smelling liquid. Did I smell pineapple? They appeared to be seasoning us. WTF? My friend looked scared; I was still in this is a joke mode. But, one of them said we were not only the guests of honor, but we were the main course.

They moved us over the bonfire. We were stacked on top of each other. The flames were so hot. We were literally melting. The main witch just kept turning us around and around and poking at our flesh. I could feel my skin frying, getting crispy. The pain was awful. We were like pigs at a luau. We would be dead soon. Dinner for the Witches of Eastwick. Have you ever smelled burnt hair? Burnt flesh? It’s nauseating. These crazed bitches were continuing to dance around the bonfire , watching us cook to death. Getting off on the smell of our flesh. We were helpless, powerless, almost cooked to death. That’s when I heard the evil ring leader sing, “Cassandra roasting over and open flame….” But this wasn’t a joke. I was dinner. I was nothing more than a side of beef.

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