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Knife play phone sex how low can you go?

            Knife play phone sex how low can you go? Like can you slice all the way through? Just a little? It has become a game now, doesn’t it. How low can you go with the knife. That is the point to end him. To be a killer? Looking to make it bloody? If so, then you need to nick the artery with the knife blade. Don’t want it to be bloody, avoid it and you a pin prick on the tip of the knife.

            By all means, sharpen the knife. Make it razor sharp. Next, we find the victim. I will lure her in. Be your Accomplice phone sex whore. That is after all just what you need with your knife at the ready.     

            In fact, you might just say that your knife is like your phallus. An extension to you. All you need to decide in the first place is how they will meet their demise. In other words, let the game begin and may they forever not be in the victims’ favor but in yours.

            Without delay I will bring them in, help you with the pain, the pleasure, and finally the knife play. After all your knife is your phallus and I do so like being a good accomplice and wielding them both.

Knife play phone sex

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Because We All Have a Killer Instinct

murder phone sex fantasiesMurder phone sex fantasies live rent free in our minds. But for most people, that’s where they stay. In their minds. But not me. I am not most folks. I have an impulse control disorder. When I meet someone who annoys me or pisses me off with their actions or words, it takes every bit of inner strength to control my murderous impulses. However, there is a time and place for murder. So, I learned to hone my rage. My grandfather taught me self-control. And how to kill undetected.

If not for my grandpa, I would have been sent to prison as a teen. In a fit of rage, I killed my high school bully in the woods on my way home from school. Although no one saw me, I left my DNA everywhere. And I did not hide the body. I ran. But I was covered in blood. At first my grandpa thought I injured myself. So, I confessed what I had done. And my grandpa cleaned up my mess.

Anyone Can Get Away with Murder But They Need to Learn How

However, he saw the killer phone sex instinct in me. He recognized it because he had the same instincts as me. But he learned how to kill undetected. And how to clean up a crime scene to avoid detection. My second kill he supervised. He even picked out the victim for me. Another bully from school. But not a bully of mine. He taught me about surrogates. If I have a personal beef with someone and its well known, I become a suspect when they die or disappear.

But if I find a similar person whom I have no connection with, my name will never come up as a suspect. I have killed a couple folks with a connection to me, but a connection no one would put together. For the most part, I still practice all the snuff sex techniques my grandpa taught me. And now I teach others how to do the same thing. You can get always with murder too. But you need my help.

Cum with me on my killing spree

Killer phone sex

Killer phone sex. Ever thought of a female batman? One who goes out at night in search of the bad guys? Well that’s me except I kill, torture, in search of blood of those men who live out their rape fantasies. I like to capture them by seduction and make them my little toys.

You can smell them in a crowd after they laid eyes on you. The creeps, the gropers. I want them all. Take them back to my place and do what I please. I always tie them up then tape their mouths. I don’t want to hear a peep or these pussy’s scream. Put my strap-on on, panties on them and make them my bitch. Turn them over, pull up their panties and shove my big cock up their asses.

Leash up their neck, my favorite an electric collar and pound them using all my bodyweight. I want to violate every creep’s butthole, tear their ass up and make them bleed out. I wanna watch them cry. I love this shit.  Using my knife I’ll cut them clean while I’m cock deep inside. For the nasty boy’s I always keep their balls in my box of “creeches”.  Killing them without leaving anything behind.

Sadistic Phone Sex Could Put You in Prison or The Morgue with Me

sadistic phone sexAll I know is sadistic phone sex. I could not work on a vanilla line. Why? Because I do not know the first thing about being vanilla. And I do not want to learn. Vanilla appears just too basic and boring for me. I am the one you call when you have fantasies that could get you arrested or land you in the morgue. I am a maneater. Consider yourself warned.

For the most part I am asexual. Fucking does not guide my daily actions. However, my thirst for pain and suffering does guide me. The way I see life, you act like a tool or dumbass, you do not deserve to live. We should view life as a privilege not an entitlement. And privileges can be revoked for bad acts or bad manners.

I will admit my threshold for stupidity drops monthly. We have inclement weather. Icy roads with snow coming down on and off. Too cold for salt to work very well. But I needed to go out for an assignment. However, some asshole drove by me like he had a snuff sex wish. And he caused an accident that hurt a woman and her daughter. And could have hurt me too. The jackass fled the scene.

Some Folks are Just to Stupid and Reckless to Live

I am not completely heartless. So, I stopped to help the car he pushed off the road and called 911. But my photographic memory stored the make and model of the car, as well as the license plate. However, I left that part out to the police because I planned to exact revenge for this woman and her daughter. Folks like do not deserve to drive or breathe.

And I have my ways of finding out anything and everything I need about a person. Later that night, I showed up at his house. Of course, I broke in through an unlocked window armed with a few knives and chloroform in case I had to knock out other folks under his roof. Of course, the loser lived alone. Men like that cannot keep women. Normally, I enjoy long torture sex sessions before I kill someone. But this was more like a smash and grab.

I stabbed him over 50 times. Overkill to make it look personal instead of a random act of violence. And as he choked on his own blood, I told him exactly why he had to die. And I watched him choke on his own blood as he bled out. Perhaps the kill did not feel as satisfying as others, but I rid the world of one less asshole. And that does feel satisfying.

Evil Phone Sex Because Being Good is No Fun

evil phone sexEvil phone sex because why not? This is a fantasy phone line. We can get as dark as you want. However, you can only be my accomplice or my victim. And I am not looking for a boyfriend or even a lover. I am looking for an equally evil mind or a depraved masochist. But I get disappointed a lot. And when I get disappointed, I kill. I must take my frustration out on someone.

Damien seemed promising.  I mean the name alone conjures up images of evil. He hired me to kill his ex-business partner who screwed him over and disappeared with a several million dollars, bankrupting his business. Even though he bounced back eventually, for years he dreamed of revenge. He saw my mercenary ad, and thought I could help find his ex-partner.

I am more than just a sadistic phone sex killer. My skills also include tracking. And I found his former partner, in the next state with a new identity. But a stolen identity. And I thought Damien would act happier that I found him so quickly. But he got cold feet. He tried to renege on our agreement and not pay me the rest of the money he owed me. It does not work like that. I have a strict no refund policy. If he did not want me to kill his ex-partner, then I told him I would kill him. He laughed at me like this was a game.

People Who Underestimate Me Always Pay the Price

Men always underestimate me. And that pisses me off more than trying to back out of a deal. So, I showed Damien how evil I could be. I gutted him like a pig. Slowly too. Huge knife in his belly button that I moved all the way up his sternum. His entrails spilled out of his body and onto the floor. He had this amazed look on his face. But he asked for it. I laughed as he tried to hold his guts in. However, he could not do that. The dude literally spilled his guts on his kitchen floor.

Although I did not get to savor the torture sex like usual, he had to die. Impulse kills seem less satisfying to this evil bitch. But sometimes a man just needs to die. And Damien needed to die. Biggest disappointment ever. Let this be a warning to you. Do not renege on an agreement. And never underestimate me.

Killer phone sex whore takes you apart nice and bloody.

Killer phone sex             Killer phone sex whore takes you apart nice and bloody. All in all, I do like to make a mess of things. Getting in there with a knife. Shallow cuts. Lay down in a bed of roses as shown above. The thorns pricking you, making you bleed. Shallow cuts.

            Next, I will use a knife for cutting you. All the shallow cuts. It must be remembered that shallow cuts not only cause a twinge of pain, but the same as a paper cut, they sting longer and in the end cause even more pain. Obviously, this will make me get all wet.

            In fact, watch as I slice my cunt with the thorns of the roses that I lay in above. After all, it is not only about cutting you up but also feeling the sting of the thorns myself. A good killer whore does like to take you apart nice and bloody like.

            Knife play phone sex is all about the flick of the wrist. Getting it to slide smooth and even. Shallow cuts alongside the throat. It will be bloody, but you will live longer. This killer likes to play with knifes. All in all, there are many ways to kill a body like yours. Bloody and knives are only the beginning. After all, we must never forget the roses and the thorns that can be dipped in poison too.

            How will this killer take you apart?

Drink it up in Bloody Phone Sex

 

Bloody Phone Sex

A blood sacrifice for the Dark Lord is what is gonna get me amped up for Bloody Phone Sex. I’m always one of those Elizabeth Bathory types. Who’d just love to have the shit dumped on me, fresh from the source.

And to have someone share in the moment? Let me suck on their semen demon of a dick while we have some pretty young thing showering us in her virgin blood? Have that death by a million cuts. Make those precise slices to bathe in what comes out.

To use the red sauce as a lube? You wouldn’t have to worry about it drying out. Plus that mixed with me cumming is a taste I covet the most. Have me drink everything up in a nice bottle.

Can even fuck me with the bottle later. If it breaks and I get cut? Huh… what a hell of a way to go though.

Babysitter Phone Sex Means Juicy Pies

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Babysitter phone sex makes me extremely hot. You know why? It means another little sacrifice for me. The workaholic moms in the neighborhood need a place to drop off their rug rats. All they know is that I don’t have to work ,since I’m independently wealthy. I’m certainly glad to do it. It’s time to take one for my own pleasure. It means I’ll have to vanish from this town , but who gives a fuck. I hate it here anyway. She’s such a cutie, all plump and supple. She was hungry , so it was easy to drug her ass. The last thing she said was how delicious the stew was. I stripped her and put her on the table completely naked. She won’t feel a thing when I cut into her to rip out her uterus and her heart. The rest of her will be chopped into pieces and her blood drained. The young plumpers always make the best meatloaf, so tasty and moist. This is going to be one of my better sacrifices. It’s much easier when they go to sleep and I can get the organs I need. I can’t help but get excited during the whole thing and stop to play with my pussy. When I um, I just squirt it all into the pot with all the cut up pieces of her to add flavor.

Strangulation Phone Sex: A Perennial Favorite

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Strangulation phone sex is one fantasy that I really love, for more than one reason! For example, I love the idea of someone strangling me. I have adored breath play since I first started participating in BDSM-type scenes, and strangling is my favorite method of doing breath play.

Secondly, I also like the idea of strangling another person. As I have mentioned a couple of times before, my personal snuff item is a garrote. I love the idea of sitting behind a girl who is lying on her back with her head in my lap. I grab her neck with the garrote and just pull it behind her head, strangling her off in the process. This can go on for as long or as short as I want. I can do it all in one fell swoop, or I can stop, give her a chance to breathe, then go back to strangling her again! It’s awesome, really.

How do you feel about strangulation fantasies? Is that what floats your boat, or do you prefer something a little different?

Accomplice Phone Sex is Therapeutic

accomplice phone sexAccomplice phone sex calls will be on the rise in 2025 I predict. As folks stress about the cost of living, they need a creative outlet for their frustration and fear. But for some folks to get up the nerve to take out all their rage, they need a seasoned pro like me. Perhaps, you could call me a mercenary. I am a gun for hire. However, I never use a gun.

I am more of a knife girl. In fact, I have never owned a gun. For protection, I always have a knife or two strapped to my body. And in case of a home invasion, I have knives hidden all over the house. Plus, I keep my favorite knife under my pillow as I sleep. Much harder to find the culprit of a violent crime when the murder weapon appears to be a knife wound. Police can check for gunpowder residue. They can match bullets to where they were purchased.  

If you want to kill someone, knife play phone sex just seems a better and safer option. Plus, a knife death takes skill. However, killing with a gun just takes good aim. A knife can torture your victim better too. And I am a firm believer that if you want to take a ride on the dark side, make it last. We can savor our kill much more when we prolong the death. Thus, providing a more therapeutic experience for the killer.

To Kill Requires Control and Skill and That Can Be Learned

And I am all about therapeutic kills. Work out the rage on a young body. Or anybody, as long as it is not my body, LOL. I would kill an accomplice who even looked at me wrong. But folks who hire this sadistic bitch for a snuff sex kill need my expertise to not get caught. You need impulse control to get out your rage and most people lack the impulse control to safely act alone.

And I know from experience a rage kill requires help. My grandpa cleaned up my first kill when I was a schoolgirl. And he trained me how to harness my rage and kill undetected. Now, I pass that knowledge on to men like you, for a fee of course.