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All Her Fault pt 1

Mutilation phone Sex

That bitch was going to pay for what she did! I broke into her apartment and walked to her room; she slept so peacefully. I smiled knowing I was going to ruin her peace. I taped her eyelids shut and dragged her out of bed and to a metal chair in her kitchen. she struggled and tried to scream so I punched her in the mouth. I tied her to the chair while she was dazed and then sewed her mouth shut.  I could hear her muffled screams as I worked. Then I went to her eyes, and I cut them out and sewed her eye lids together. I put her eyes in a jar so I could keep them. they would go well with my collection.  I turned on some classical music and began my work. I began by cutting off her feet. She’d never escape now and what her future would hold, I knew the mental trauma would break her mind. I whispered softly in her ear, I told her I knew it was her who cost me my job. It was her complaint and now she was going to pay for it.  I smiled cruelly; let the fun begin…

Are You Sick Like Me

Bloody Phone Sex

 

Shes crying in the corner her body shaking and trembling. Her blonde hair covering her face. I walk to her with my favorite knife. I grab her by the hair and drag her to the kitchen table she screams loudly as I push her on the table and nail her hands into the wood.  She looks at me and tears are streaming down her cheeks. I lick them up before i slid my whole fist into her tiny cunt. She got my boyfriend in trouble, the little bitch. All she had to do was be a good whore and keep her mouth shut and none of this would happen, Now I had to fix things and make her pay.  I slide my knife inside her pussy and fuck her with it. I feel her sweet blood covering my hands and my pussy gets wet. I love making them bleed. I realize after a while the light has left her eyes. I love fucking dead bodies so I pound her pussy with my hand. I laugh and spit on her face. Later that day I cook her flesh and enjoy a quiet meal. Of course this is my favorite fantasy. If only I could make it real.

Snuff Porn Dates Never Go as Planned and The Men Die

snuff pornIf I dated, my ideal date would be to watch snuff porn until we felt like we had to go from watching it to making it. Here is why I no longer “date.” Last guy I went out on a date with watched some snuff flicks with me knowing I am a dominant sadist and not some submissive whore. But he misread all the cues. He saw cues that were not there.

He tried to make me his snuff flick doll. So, I put him down. Then I fed him to the wildlife that relies on me for food. And that was the 6th consecutive man who attempted that. Stupid men. So, I gave up on men as lovers. Now they can either be my victims or my accomplices. But I no longer fuck men because I find most of you worthless anyway. Plus, I get my sexual gratification from killing and castrating men.

So, when John told me we should watch snuff movies and fuck, I told him we could find a young girl for him to fuck, and we could snuff her together after he fucked her. That could be the only option. He agreed to my terms. And it seemed to be going along perfectly until it didn’t go along perfectly. This so-called accomplice fucked the girl we kidnapped together. I watched and filmed it. He had a splendid time.

I am Always Prepared for Men to Act Like Idiots

And I watched him strangle the life out of her after he came too. Everything seemed good. Until the idiot thought he could fuck me next to her corpse. Now, I have no problem fucking a guy next to dead or dying body. But that was not our agreement. And he thought he could fuck and kill me too. Nope. Not how I operate. But luckily, I am always prepared for men to act like the world revolves around them and they can get what they want.

A carefully placed knife on my body thwarted his plans. Kind of thwarted mine too. I looked forward to showing him how I get rid of the killer phone sex bodies. But instead, I fed two bodies to the wildlife out back. Although I am never shocked that men think they can have any woman they want, I am still hopeful that one of these days I will meet a man who has a brain and knows how to use it in my presence.

Knife Play Phone Sex is Messy But Versatile

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex is versatile and messy. But I like my kills messy. And knives provide me with different ways to kill and torture. Knives can stab, jab, slice, dice, cut, slit, penetrate, carve and gut a person. I can control if you live or die with a knife. However, guns do not offer such an array of options. And that’s okay. Guns are for cowards. That’s what I say anytime some suggests I kill with a gun instead.

It takes skill and patience to murder or torture with a knife. Sure, I could shoot your balls off, but you might lose your life that way. And I find no joy in a quick kill. None. I need prolonged torture. It seems more satisfying to me. Knives work best with castration phone sex. And I remove a lot of balls. I have a collection of over 100 nuts in jars in my basement. Perhaps, to an outsider they seem like trophies. In a way they are. But their purpose is not to relive my torture sessions. It’s to remember and practice my techniques.

Your Balls are a Privilege. And I Can Revoke Your Privileges Any Day

I can see my knife marks and see the progression of my skills. Essentially, I went from very jagged marks to clean slices. No hesitation marks anymore. Lately, I seem to be castrating men more often. But this toxic masculinity where men think they own, and control women needs to dissipate quickly. I encounter more and more men who do not deserve their testicles. Balls are a privilege to have. But like anything, if you do not use them for good, I will take them away permanently.

Oscar, I met at a dive Goth bar. I caught him spiking drinks. And that shit don’t fly on my watch. So, I revoked Oscar’s man card. Took his balls in a bold torture sex move. I castrated him in the women’s bathroom of this bar. Put his balls in my purse and left him to bleed out on a dirty bathroom floor. I popped his balls into a Ziploc bag, tucked them in my purse, and walked right out of the bar while Oscar lay bleeding on the bathroom floor. But I did not end the torture there. I bar hopped and came home with 5 more pairs of balls. Productive evening.

Knife Play Phone Sex Remains My Favorite Because it Requires Skill

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex remains my favorite. Why? Because I can kill you much easier with a knife and even in public without drawing attention to myself. Plus, knives require much more skill.  A gun just requires decent aim. But anyone can shoot someone. No thrill in it. Plus, guns leave traces of DNA and they have their own stamp that can be easily traced if you purchased the gun legally.

Generally speaking, I avoid big crowds because I hate people. But sometimes, I get stuck. I found myself shoved into a large crowd protesting something when all I wanted was to go to my coffee house and get a dark roast latte. I’m tiny, but I am mighty. And resourceful too. Some guy in the crowd thought he could use the moment to grope me and some girl in the same boat as me.

Always More Fun to Kill with a Side Kick

Neither of us were having that. However, only one of us had a knife strapped to her leg. And that would be me. You never know when you may need to turn someone into a snuff porn star. So, I pulled out my knife and cut him just right so his femoral artery would drain him of all his blood.

 The other girl high-fived me. She high-fived me for letting a man bleed out in a crowd of political protestors. My kind of chick. I do not involve myself in politics. I vote. But that is it. I am sure I have murdered folks on both sides of the political coin. Assholes come in all sorts of forms.

I am an equal opportunity killer. You wrong me or piss me off, I don’t care about anything else. Turns out the guy I stabbed had some fancy job and a rap sheet as long as my arm. Typical white straight rich man who can get away with murder. But so can I. Because I know when to kill, how to kill and even in public, I go undetected. If you need help honing your killer phone sex urges, I bet I can help you kill in public undetected too.

Sex with dead bodies we make ’em you fuck’em

Sex with dead bodies is a particular taste for guys like you. Venus and I love playing with you dirty fuckers. My girl Venus is one mean bitch, and she’s found the sweetest piece of meat you are going to cum into. It’s hard to find a good one, though.  Sex with dead bodies

Well, lucky for you, it just so happens that we have some fresh little whores for you to play with. And when I say play, I mean beat these little bitches black and blue until they become your type. You won’t get a fresher corpse, and we want to watch you use them however you want, until you’re ready to paint their decaying insides with your spunk.Torture sexIt all starts with a bit of fun Torture sex. We love to see those sluts squirm and scream. Their pain is our pleasure! Mmm, just thinking about it gets me all hot!.
Once we’ve had our way with them and they’ve reached the end of their time, well, that’s where you come in, stud. My girl Venus and I will make sure you’re nice and hard before guiding your dirty dick into their freshly dead hole. Can you imagine it? The cold flesh wrapped around your throbbing member, squeezing you tight as you pump them full of your seed?

Home Invasion Bliss: Knife Play and Ass Rape

Home invasion phone sexHome invasion phone sex means much more to me now. My friend has been raging about her fucking ex for weeks, how he screwed her over and stole from her. She’s always fantasizing about making him pay, breaking into his house and teaching him a lesson. I finally had enough of her talk. We got wasted and decided to put her fantasies into action.

We kicked in his door, surprising him and his new girlfriend in the middle of a movie. I knocked him out with a bat and tied him up while my friend handled his girlfriend with a few well-placed punches. Then, the real fun began. I let my friend go to town on her ex, cutting him up like a roast while his girlfriend watched in horror. But I wasn’t done there. I turned my attention to her, slicing up her pretty little face with slow, precise cuts, savoring her fear as I worked my way down to her perky tits.

Cutting her up was pure heaven. The way she screamed and begged for mercy only turned me on more. And when I finally got around to killing her, I came harder than I have in a long time. There’s something incredibly satisfying about taking control, about making them pay for their sins. I can’t wait to do it again.

Home invasion phone sex is more than just talk; it’s an experience. The thrill of the knife play, the power of domination, and the ultimate release of taking a life—it’s a high like no other. If you’re ready to join me on this dark and twisted journey, you know where to find me. Just make sure you’re prepared for a night of pure, unadulterated debauchery, because I demand nothing less than your complete and utter submission.

Castration Phone Sex with My Protege Sierra is Double Trouble

castration phone sexYou know the only thing better than castration phone sex with me, is when you add my twisted friend and accomplice Sierra into the mix. Sierra and I go way back.  In fact, I knew Sierra when she was a young teen girl. And I like to think I helped mold her into the sick bitch she is today. Let me tell you how we met. One day, I went for a walk in the park. I always take the beaten path because I hate people. And I want to be left alone.

I heard screaming. A young female screaming. For the most part, I mind my own business. But I thought maybe some young girl fell off her bike or something. When I found the source of the screams, I discovered a dirty old man much like yourself trying to force fuck this cute young blonde girl. But the girl was fighting hard. For her age, to not freeze up in fear or just cry, seemed impressive to me. So, I decided to intervene. And I saw the potential to make her a sadistic phone sex bitch one day like me.

The man did not seem threatened by me. But he learned his lesson the hard way. I sprayed hand sanitizer in his eyes. And while he cried like a bitch, I restrained his wrists and his ankles with cuffs. Sierra watched in awe. And I saw the wheels turning. She wanted revenge. So, I gave her that opportunity. Yanked his pants down, then shoved dirt and grass in his mouth to mute him.

When I See Talent in a Young Girl, I Nurture it, Turn Her into an Evil Bitch Like Me

sadistic phone sexI looked at Sierra and said do what you want to him because he is your bitch now. Although I had knives on me, I always do, she appeared to think like me. She saw a Coke bottle, broke it in half, and used the jagged edge to carve her name in his chest. That’s how I learned her name. This dude started crying and dirt poured out his nose as he sobbed in pain. All I could do was  laugh at him and look at her with pride.

I knew she was not finished. She pulled his balls towards her body and I knew what would be next. She was my mini me. And I had to take her under my wing. After I watched her perform an impromptu extreme cock and ball torture sex move first, of course. Sierra dug the jagged coke bottle in the dirt first then sliced his balls off. She squeezed his severed testicles in her hands before shoving them down his throat. I watched this young teen girl go from victim to sadistic bitch quickly. And I’ve loved Sierra ever since.  Plus, mentored her wicked ways.

So, trust me when I say that if you are a pain slut and into extreme CBT play, you want Sierra. She learned from the best. And now she is my dark angel.

Private Domination: Teaching Little Whores Their Place

Knife play phone sexFuck, I love nothing more than dominating little whores, bending them to my will, and making them beg for more. I get off on the power, on the control, and on the sheer fucking pleasure of watching them squirm. Today, I had a little bitch all to myself, and I was going to teach her a lesson she wouldn’t forget.

I started by blinding her, a simple black blindfold, but it drove the point home that she was at my mercy. I could do whatever the fuck I wanted, and she wouldn’t see it coming. I bound her wrists and ankles, spreading her out on the bed, her tight little body on display for me.

“You’re a little whore, aren’t you?” I whispered, leaning down to bite her ear. “You need a strong woman to take control and show you your place.”

She nodded, her breath coming in short gasps, her body already trembling with anticipation. I smiled, a cruel and knowing grin, before running a knife gently down her body, the cold metal making her shiver.

“I could cut you, you know,” I murmured, my voice a low and dangerous purr. “I could mark this pretty little body of yours, make you bleed for me. Would you like that, you little slut?”

She whimpered, her body arching towards the knife, eager for the sensation. I chuckled, a dark and evil sound, before moving the knife away, denying her the pleasure.

“Please,” she begged, her voice a desperate plea. “Please, mistress, I need it.”

I smiled, before bringing the knife back, this time running it gently across her throat, feeling her pulse race beneath the blade. I could feel her fear, her excitement, her sheer fucking need. It was intoxicating.

I moved the knife down, tracing patterns on her skin, never breaking the surface, but leaving her breathless and begging for more. I teased her, bringing her to the brink of orgasm, only to pull back, denying her the release she so desperately craved.

“Cum for me, you little whore,” I commanded, my voice a harsh and dominant whisper. “Cum for me while I cut you, while I mark you, while I own you.”

With a final, desperate cry, she came, her body convulsing with pleasure as she screamed my name. I smiled, a satisfied and proud grin, before pulling the knife away, admiring my handiwork.

“Good girl,” I murmured, stroking her hair gently. “You took that like a champ, you little slut. Now, let’s see how many more times I can make you cum before you pass out.”

Fuck, dominating little whores is the best. If you want to join the fun, you know where to find me. Just make sure you’re ready for a wild and intense ride, because I’m not just any dominatrix, I’m a knife-wielding, orgasm-denying mistress, and I demand the best.

Violent Phone Sex is What Men Get When They Do Not Heed My Warnings

violent phone sexViolent phone sex is what I do. No vanilla shit for me. And for the love of Satan, no romantic baby talk with me. I am not your girlfriend. You are my victim or my accomplice, but nothing more. And I mean nothing more. However, just about daily either some dipshit tool calls me baby or honey on the phone or in person. I do not give off pet names and baby talk vibes. I’m a Goth babe. And a twisted one who kills anyone who looks at me the wrong way.

And David looked at me wrong. Plus, he would not stop calling me babe. We met at a bar where I just wanted to be alone with my thoughts. All I wanted was to drink some fine Kentucky bourbon and talk to the bartender, who is a friend of mine. Even she warned the guy. But he kept saying babe this, honey that. And he got a free castration phone sex card from me because of it.

Men Need to Respect My Boundaries and Listen to Me or Lose Their Balls

I spiked his drink and took him home. He came out of his drug-induced coma and discovered himself tied to his bed naked. Perhaps his crime does not seem extreme to you. And it’s not extreme, but it was the principal of the matter. I asked him three times to stop talking to me in baby talk and he refused. Just ignored me. Kept hitting on me after I told him to vacate my personal space. And that pissed me off. So, he needed a lesson.

Since I never leave home without a knife or two, I felt prepared to castrate him. I had no castration band. But I found rubber bands in his kitchen drawer and used those to cut the circulation off and decay his balls. I put those rubber bands on tightly too. His balls started turning blue instantly. And that made me smile. He pleaded to know what I was doing and why. Simple, I told him. He earned a free ball removal for not respecting my boundaries and hitting on me.

Persistent men like that who never take no for an answer do not deserve their balls. And I told him to feel grateful that all this sadistic phone sex bitch planned to do to him was slice his balls off. I left his dick so he can pee. But his sex drive, I killed. And I killed his erections permanently. Now, perhaps he will not hit on women tell him no.