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Suffocation Phone Sex with Cassandra: Death Pond Asphyxiation

suffocation phone sex torture bondageI woke up in a basement. Not sure whose basement, or how I got there. It was cold, damp and musky smelling. I could feel spiders crawling on me as I laid on the floor groggy and bleeding from my head. I suspected I had been hit over the head with some object and kidnapped. I tried to speak. Ask where I was, barter for my freedom. A big huge man in leather and one of those S and M masks that obscured the face, grabbed my blonde ponytail and dragged me across the cold cement, and strung me upside down from the rafter.

He started to shrink wrap me. I had been mummified before, but this was not quite the same. This felt sinister, even darker than bondage. He wrapped my face so tight I could not breathe. He was suffocating me with the plastic wrap. I was gasping for breath. I was in a panic  but trying to breathe slow ; trying to breathe period. I couldn’t move or breathe. Suddenly, he inserted a small tube in my mouth, giving me an airway. But, very little air was coming through, so I was still suffocating, struggling to breathe, struggling to stay alive.

I could hear voices, but the plastic wrap was so tight on my face I could not open my eyes. Then suddenly I was moving. Three men were carrying my mummified body like a coffin out of the basement. I was struggling to understand them. I was moving but not sure were. I was getting weak from lack of oxygen. Then one of the men made an opening where my eyes were. I heard him say, “We want you to see where you will take your last breath.” It was a creepy ass pond or lake. I could see hands sticking out of the water. They were going to bury me alive in a liquid tomb. I was starting to shake.  I even said a prayer. I felt myself being submerged in the slimy noxious smelling water. It smelled like death; like rotting flesh. They buried me up to my chin. The horrifying thing was I could see other women struggling to breathe like me. And I could see the decaying hands of the women who were unlucky to stay afloat or keep their head in such a manner that they did not suffocate.

My breathing was so labored. I could feel myself suffocating. Very little air could get in through that tiny tube. Wind was making the water splash into the tube. The pond water tasted nasty. My head was cramping in the only position that kept me alive if even barely. I passed out from lack of oxygen. I woke up in a fisherman’s boat. Never been so close to death before. I was the only one that made it. The rest suffocated or drowned in that death pond. I still don’t know who took me or why. It could have even been my kind rescuer. I am grateful to be breathing again, but I will always live in the fear that my captors will find me again once they realize I did not perish in that death pond like they intended.

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Bloody Phone Sex with Venus: Revenge Fantasies

bloody phone sex knife play snuffI was watching some stupid ass old TV show last night called The Love Boat. Corny as hell, but it gave me sweet dreams of murder and mayhem. I dreamed I was on The Bloody Boat, along with all the bitches and tools that were mean to me in my life. In my version,  I was Venus, the evil cruise director. Every room was rigged with some torture device fitting for whatever offense that individual committed against me. Make a great horror film, don’t you think? Just need an accomplice or 6 to help me execute all the bullies and mean girls from our youth. Think about it, all the unsuspecting morons we hated under one roof, held captive at sea. We could torture, mutilate and kill them all. Dump their bodies into the sea to be shark bait.

So many scenarios. We could poison them at dinner, rendering them sluggish making it easy to slaughter them. We could gas them in the ballroom, but that would be too quick of a kill and hence no fun really. We could design rooms like in the Saw movies with torture devices. Each person has to decide how bad they really want to live. What extreme measures are they willing to take to spare their worthless lives? Or, we could use my knife collection, sneak into their rooms at night and butcher each one in their sleep like a serial killer. The possibilities are endless. I love revenge kills. Revenge fantasies.

I just need the right evil minded accomplice to help me flesh out my fantasy kill. Is that you?

Satan’s Sex Slaves

Evil phone sex torture submissivesMy girlfriend Stephanie invited me to a Halloween Party. She met this hot guy at a club and scored us an invite to an exclusive underground club. I was pretty excited actually. I needed a good time. We both did. The location of the party was a secret. We were told to be at a warehouse at 9PM and we would be driven to the party destination. Stephanie and I arrived promptly at 9PM looking very sexy. There were other women there too, but they were not hot like us. None of us seemed to know  what was going on, but I beginning to feel uneasy.

Then several men arrived. Very handsome men and Stephanie and I lost our senses. We are good submissive fuck pigs. Men tell us what to do, we do it. We know no other life. These men instructed us to get into this white bus. All of us, got on that bus, somehow knowing it might be the death of us. Like lambs to be slaughtered, we followed.

evil phone sex bondage bitchWere drove in the dark, in the woods, for several miles until we stopped at what appeared to be an abandoned church and graveyard. A creepy ass old church in the middle of nowhere. This could not be good for Stephanie and I, or the others.  They led us into the church. I saw the pentagram, the candles, the blood… It was clear we were in the church of Satan. Why, we were not sure, but Stephanie and I were scared. There was blood all over the alter.

Stephanie and I were together, but the other girls they separated from us. Stephanie and I got tied up in the back of the church. I did my best to calm her. I had a plan. If we could convince our captors that we were good fuck toys; good breeders for virginal sacrifices, perhaps we could  survive. We were clearly the pretty ones in the group. The Satanists seemed intrigued. Stephanie and I were forced to watch as they slaughtered the other girls at their bloody alter. Each girl was bound, gagged and forced to lay in the center of a burning pentagram. Their breasts were cut off, their pussies sowed shut, some sort of animal blood spilled on them, then they were lit on fire. It was the most horrifying thing either of us had every witnessed. And as subby fuck pigs, we have seen a lot. I can still smell their charred flesh and hear their screams.

evil phone sex sacrifice virginsI looked over at Stephanie and told her to trust me. We had something those women did not. We had rocking bodies and pretty faces, and we had youth on our side. We could appeal to their primordial urges. It worked. They did not kill us. Instead they took us to the basement. It appeared to be a sexual torture dungeon. All sorts of S and M devices.  For days we were Satan’s sex slaves. Fucked in all our holes. Whipped. Tortured. Deprived of food and water. Forced to pee and defecate on the floor. They even forced us to play with each other as they jacked off on us. They were insatiable. They didn’t seem to need sleep. They did, however, need to fuck.  They were determined to breed us.

evil phone sex satanic ritual killerWe survived the church of Satan. We survived being the devil’s sex slaves. But barely. They passed out after being up for close to two days. I’m double jointed and freed my hands, then freed Stephanie. We ran naked through the woods, in the dark and the cold until we reached the highway and the kindness of a stranger. I’m not sure if the devil exists, but he certainly has followers who believe and they kill and fuck in his name. What would you do to us in the name of Satan?

Your Evil Accomplice is Just a Key Stroke Away

fantasy phone sex goth evilWhen the zombie apocalypse hits, let’s face it, we are still going to have certain needs. In fact, I do believe our killer instincts will become even more prominent, more primordial because we will be fighting for survival. Hunting will no longer be just for sport, but for survival also. We might be divided geographically, but we can still talk via the cyber text sessions we offer. So much easier to cyber text sometimes, like when hunting zombies or killing the assholes and the weak  who jeopardize our survival.  The apocalypse is close, and I am going to need accomplices. People who share my passion for survival, my passion for killing. Think of how much fun we can have together sharing the details of our kills? Sharing not only how many zombies we slaughtered, but the joy we took in eradicating the world of useless, dangerous people.  Sharing the gory details of what we did to survive, like killing a pretty stupid whore to feed on her flesh. In the apocalypse you are either the butcher or the cattle. We are the butcher.

Things will be desperate, resources scarce,  trust will be hard, but crucial if we want to win the war against the undead. We can help each other. I can share my killing secrets, you can share yours. Thanks to our cyber text sessions,  we can stay connected regardless of distance, regardless of the situation. We can hunt together. Survive together. Kill together. All thanks to the ability to cyber text one another. So, even if the situation is not as drastic as the zombie apocalypse, remember we can always stay connected. For the same price of a phone call, you can message me your darkest, sickest most depraved desires.  Your wicked accomplice is just a key stroke away.

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Let My Flesh Nourish You

cannibalism phone sex torture subbyMost women masturbate thinking about being eaten. But I bet they don’t get off thinking about being eaten how I think about it. I could care less about having my cunt eaten out or pussy worshiped. I want to literally be eaten. I want a master with a particular diet; one that requires human flesh to survive. I want to nourish my master and maybe his cruel accomplice. Look at me. I am tall, with big beautiful breasts and some meat on my bones. You could sustain yourself on my flesh for quite awhile.I bet I am delectable. 

cannibalism phone sex snuff blondeI want you to hunt me like a wild prey. Abduct me. Keep me locked up while you force feed me like a pig to fatten me up for slaughter. Then I want you to tenderize my meat, season and butter my skin. Shove and apple in my mouth and slow roast me over a fire. I wanna feel the flames engulfing me; I wanna feel my skin charring, falling off my flesh while I am slowly cooked to death for your sustenance, your survival. I wanna die slowly, painfully for your pleasure, your amusement. I want you to get off on my screams, my pain, my pleading for survival.

You know I look tasty. You know I would be scrumptious.  I bet we could cook up all sorts of yummy scenarios together. Let me feed you and your family.

 

A Twisted Tale

knife play phonesex karmaSnow White is one of my favorite fairy tales. Not because of all the sappy shit. Prince Charming and all that Happily ever after crap, but because of the idea of a huntsman looking to cut the heart out of a fair beauty. I often live out the fantasy my way in my mind. The huntsman would go find Snow with blood on his mind, his cock is hard thinking about the fear on her face when he approaches her, the silver blade glistening in the sun light as he raises it high in the air. He knows that when the blade pierces her skin and the blood spurts out of her chest he will cum hard from delight. However he is in for a surprise, she is ready for him with an evil plan of here own. Her pussy is wet with anticipation. She knows that when he comes for her she will pretend to be helpless and scared. This will be to her advantage and at just the right moment she will sink her blade into his flesh. He comes for her heart, she will leave with his brain. She will surely have a knee buckling orgasm when she peels the hair from his scalp and saws the top of his skull off, pulling the mass of grey matter that thought she was weak, the reason he lost his life in her hands, warm and dripping blood just as her pussy drips cum.

No Little Dick Men

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I hate when men act all big and bad and you get them home, drop their pants and they have a little button dick.

Are you fucking kidding me?

How the fuck do you think that tiny button dick is gonna get me off?

I don’t like little dick men.

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What can you even fucking do with that?

It so fucking tiny!

I made this bitch suck and finger fuck my pussy and he couldn’t even do that right.

For Christ sake you’d think he would have some fucking talent. 

After thirty five fucking minutes of this bitch wasting my time, I figured I’d do what gave me satisfaction. 

So I tied this tiny prick up.

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I started with beating his ass raw. 

Then I took my glass dildo and shoved it up his ass with no lub. 

He cried out in pain and I hit him on the balls. 

Don’t you dare fucking cry you little dick bitch. 

This is what you get for hiding that tiny button cock of yours. 

This went on for hours. 

I had him tied up in my bedroom.

I’d beat him for a little while, and when I got tired I’d lay down on the bed and watch some tv. 

Every time that fucking bitch cried, or looked at me the wrong fucking way I’d hit him. 

When I was finally done with him, I told him he was mine forever. 

If he told anyone about this, his next time here would be worse. 

He will not be  leaving. 

A Sadist in Sheep’s Clothing

torture phone sex mommy bloodyEvery now and then I encounter a very sadistic man. A man who truly believes women are worthless whores on earth only for their pleasure. And that no matter what they do to a woman, it is justified because we are all just whiny, bitchy, cunts who do not deserve to live. I met such a man recently. On the outside, seemed like any other hipster. Owned a little coffee shop I went to daily, liked music, college educated, easy to talk to. That is how he trapped me. I felt safe with him. Felt like he really wanted to just be my friend. I get lonely. My husband is long gone, and my son travels a lot with his job. So when David invited me to his place for dinner, I accepted, totally clueless about what was in store for me.

He slipped some sort of roofie in my drink. I woke up bound and gagged in his basement on his work out bench. He was standing over me with an evil smile. I saw on the wall a plethora of torture devices. Now I am rather accustomed to extreme bondage devices, but what I saw looked more like the tools of a serial killer. Knifes, saws, an ice pick, dental and surgical tools, a flame thrower, drills, hammers… All deadly and painful instruments. He grabbed a pair of pliers and held my nose tightly, forcing my mouth open and for no reason other than his sick pleasure, pulled one of my teeth out from the root. He was a true sadist. The pain was excruciating. I could taste the blood. He said, “Now you aren’t so pretty. All pretty women are whores.” I was crying and shaking. He got tired of hearing me and shoved a ball gag in my mouth which made me choke on my own blood.bloody phone sex sadistic torture

The next tool of pain he brought out was a scalpel.  He began making small cuts all over my torso like some Dr. Demento. He sliced my breasts up, made a trail of cuts down my stomach. He then dripped hot wax into my wounds. The wax slowed the bleeding, but the pain was awful. He laughed at my tears. What he pulled out next horrified me. He had a torch flame like welders use.  He told me there was nothing more intoxicating than the smell of burnt flesh and a whore’s tears. He fired it up and aimed it straight for my stomach. He didn’t leave it on long enough to set my whole body on fire, but he did take a layer or two of skin off my belly.  It hurt so much I lost consciousness.

I woke up in my car, back in my clothes. I thought maybe it was just some horrifying dream, but then I checked myself in the rear view mirror. I was missing a tooth. The bloody roots still hanging from where the tooth had been. The pain really hit me. I lifted up my shirt, revealing a charred stomach.  He had cauterized my wounds so I was not bleeding, but it was horrible looking, very raw,  and even worse smelling. I wanted to wretch. I searched for my keys, trying to figure out if I could even drive. I found a note in my purse that said “Tell anyone what happened Blair, and that pretty little face you love so much gets burned.”

There are sadists all around us. Men who take extreme pleasure in hurting and degrading women. You would think by now, I would be better at recognizing them. Are you a sadist in sheep’s clothing? DO you harbor dark desires like David?

 

Beat Me, Bleed Me, Torture Me, Today, Tomorrow, Forever…

bloody phone sex torture submissiveThis new Master I knew was unusual, not like the others.  I only saw him at night. He was pale. Skin was cold. He was sensitive to light. He was an amazing lover. Strong as an ox. Keen senses. Could heal my wounds he inflicted quickly and quite miraculously. He was extremely into blood play too. I should have known. I have seen enough horror films. But I had trouble rectifying reality from fantasy. That was until the night my Master made me his. Really made me his.

It was a dark and dreary night. I was tied to a wooden table spread eagle. Master had made over a 100 small but deep cuts on my body; on my worthless flesh. Blood was covering my body. Master was hard at the scent and sight of my blood. He would get off not so much on my pain like other masters, but on my blood. He would lick it off my body and never seemed to get enough of my sweet tasting crimson juice. If I got too weak from the bloodletting, he would cut his wrist and make me drink up. It somehow made me stronger, healed me.

This particular bloodletting, Master hit an artery on my neck by mistake. Blood was spurting out everywhere. I was choking on my own blood. I knew I was going to die. Then Master bit me, hard. I felt a chunk of my flesh separate from my neck. I began convulsing, twitching, dying. But then I awakened, almost like new. Master released me. I immediately looked at myself in the mirror, but I had no reflection. My skin was pale and cold. I was on sensory overload. I could hear bugs in the wall, birds outside, toilets flushing. And I was ravenous. So hungry. It scared me. I looked at Master and I knew. I just knew what he was, what I now was.

I have an unquenchable desire for blood now. I’m in need of accomplices to bring me something to feed on, preferably young and tender. In my new found state, I can be beaten unrecognizable, tortured, bled, mutilated, burned; anything brutal I can handle because I have the power to heal myself. So please, hurt me, destroy me, snuff me out.  I assure you I won’t stay dead long. I will heal myself for you to hurt, destroy and snuff out another day.

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Mr. Vamp.

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You ever wonder what it would be like to be a vampire and take me and have your way with me? Not only would you be licking sucking on my cunt and little nub, but you would be biting my neck and sucking my blood. Having that metallic taste in your mouth as I would kiss you and feel your fangs scraping against my tongue.

 

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You would be super strong so you could hold me told and make me take your big cock. You would not need restraints or drugs to keep me down. Oh how I would love for you to be able to make me do all those dirty things you have wanted me to do. Force me to suck your cock. Making me lick on your balls. Tell me to sit on your face and lick my little clit. I love feeling your fangs glide across my little nub. Riding your tongue begging you to make me cum. I feel you getting ready to blow your load in my mouth so I start humping your face faster and harder. I feel myself starting to cum. My body is shaking and I am screaming out… Then all of a sudden I feel you bite into my thigh, which only makes my orgasm peak.

 

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Hmmm, yeah, I wonder what it’d be like to have my very own personal Mr.Vamp. 🙂