Tag: Knife play phone sex

Collecting Daddy’s Money

Knife Play Phone SexDaddy doesn’t like it when people are slow to pay him for his services. So, he will often give them a few warnings before resorting to strong arming them. They are expecting this and try their best to avoid him, so he sends me in as a type of distraction. He had learned that the club was having a patching party and needed some girls for entertainment. He volunteered me and sent me in with clear instructions to make sure I came back with the money or the guys dick. He didn’t care which one. I love motorcycle men. They are hot and so so bad. I packed my bag and off I went. I put on some fishnets, vinyl, chains and lots and lots of jewelry. And of course, I had already had a body wax, so my pussy and tight little shit hole were nice and smooth. I joined the other girls, dancing around on the bikes, poles and giving lap dances. I then saw their president and danced my way over to him, convincing him to take it to a private room. He was enamored and caught off guard but quickly agreed. I closed and locked the door behind us, sat him in a chair and gave him a lap dance. I bent down to give him a look at my sweet holes and grabbed the handcuffs that I had previously put under the chair. I slapped them on his arms and attached them to the chair. I then swiftly attached a ball gag to his mouth and got down to business. I let him know that I had come to collect what was owed to daddy and I would either leave with the money or his body parts. He squirmed trying to get out but once I pulled out the knife from under the chair he calmed. I asked if he had the money and he stared at me, no response. So, I took the knife and put it against his cheek, slightly going into the skin causing blood to trickle down. He winced but still stared blankly. I removed his vest and started to unbuckle his pants. And can you believe it the fuckers dick was rock hard. I took my knife and ripped apart his boxers and there was the biggest, thickest cock I had ever seen. Hmmmm I think cutting it off can wait. I am going to have a little fun with it first………………. to be continued

Bloody Phone Sex Fun

bloody phone sexSunday was bloody phone sex Sunday! I am a sick bitch. I like the sight of blood. A lot of blood often means a lot of pain. For you, not me. My knives are my best friend. I have over 1,000 in my collection. I have vintage knives too. My grandfather ran a private prison. It was eventually shut down by the feds because of his cruel and unusual punishment techniques. I take after him. He enjoyed inflicting pain on others. The difference between us is that I am not torturing incarcerated criminals. I like to make women, men and brats alike bleed. Not just the bad ones either. Granddad only tortured inmates. When his prison was shut down, I inherited everything the feds didn’t take. I have some knives and torture devices from the 40s and 50s and even earlier because he was a collector too. Grandpa had and old cabin in the woods complete with a torture chamber in the basement. I inherited that too. It is three counties away, a 2-hour drive. I make that drive weekly because it is my kill shack. I was there last night because I performed a ritualistic kill in honor of my granddad’s birthday. He would have been 90 yesterday. I picked up this female grifter. I had seen her in action, and she thought she could con me, but the joke was one her. I knew what she was before she spoke. Grandpa liked to make his torture fit the crime, so I tied her up and chopped off her fingers first. I took each finger with a different knife. She likes to pick pockets and boost gift cards, so I took her fingers and her hands slowly and meticulously. Lots of blood. Lots of screaming and crying too. Grandpa would have been proud because I tortured her for hours before I turned her into a snuff victim. She would have been caught eventually and put in prison. I saved the taxpayers money and had some fun. It was Sunday Funday after all.

Danse Macabre

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You said that you’d never be happy until you had taken everything from me. I didn’t really believe you though. As I lie on the bed gurgling up red spray onto my sweaty skin I can see it in your eyes that you meant every macabre word. I suppose that you hadn’t planned to become the kind of man that would cross such a line, did you? Now looking down at me knowing that you’ll have me entirely anyway that you want you’re prepared to have sex with dead bodies. You’re alright with one dead body being fucked by you anyway, right?
You smirk while the knowledge of your plan spreads through my mind like a virus. You plan to take me apart and defile me once I’m gone, don’t you? I know that you like control, I just didn’t realize how far it spread. I won’t feel the pain you intend to inflict. I won’t feel your vile sexual wrath being unleashed on me. I’ll watch you with dead motionless approving eyes. I’ll die knowing that this might not be the only time that you make use of my lifeless corpse for your ultimate and final domination over me.

Blasphemy phone sex WIth The Angel Of Death Jezabel

Blasphemy Phone sex

Your hot sweet young daughter is the source of my blasphemy phone sex Chronicles. That devoted little Catholic girl who wears her rosery and is sprouting up into a nice fine young specimen. What I wouldn’t do to have her gangbanged by huge cock hanging mother fucking evil Men. No less than 25 men force fucking her under the cross with Jesus bearing down on her mutilated holes. For he has risen again! His cock has risen! She would trust me as I led her into the sanctuary and have her go in the confessional and tell the priest that she secretly touches herself. And then pull her out and film the best gangbang rape porn ever. Get her addicted to cock and cocaine at the same time. Maybe even string her neck up by her rosery and cut her into a million pieces after she has been used like the whore, we will make her! A couple of years of her prostituting her fine young body and more accomplice porn training for her before I snuff her and her friends out!

Till Death Do Us Part

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I had the nastiest dream the other night that would make for a wonderful necrophilia phone sex roleplay. I’m blushing now as I think about it, but I’m also feeling the urges bubble back up. I dreamt that I was alone overnight in a funeral home and that I was so turned on by the thought of necrophilia that I indulged the fantasy. In my dream I walked into the funeral parlor and there was a beautiful man lying in a mahogany casket. He was dressed in a suit jacket and it made me wonder what he was wearing below the waist. That part was hidden in the bottom half of the casket.
I opened it and he had the matching pants with the suit, but his cock was still hard. I looked around to make sure that I was alone as I yanked up my skirt and removed my panties. His pants were off in seconds and I was on him. My wet slit was taking his cold hard cock. I couldn’t believe that I was riding him. I looked out at the empty seats in the parlor and imagined being watched. It sent a shiver through me and pushed me to my orgasm. I need to roleplay it soon.

Blood And Guts Knife Play Phone Sex Slut

I took the job as a babysitter to satisfy my needs for young pussy and cock. And to please the Angel of Death that resides in me. What I wasn’t expecting was the mother to be 8 months pregnant and just having me over to watch the brats while she took a nap and then went shopping. My face was intent on watching that womb bounce with forceful kicks from her bun in the oven. I hadn’t had a fresh one like that in some time. My hand started to twitch and the hunting knife in my boot seemed to heat up on my leg. Visions of me slicing her open like a melon and getting my fresh prey out had me wetting my panties. Then her teenage son came down the stairs in his motorcycle jacket and kissed his mom goodbye as his hands lovingly caressed her stomach. One look into his eyes and I knew he was like me. It was him I had spoken too on the internet and texted. U thought it was the husband, but no I would be murdering them all slowly and now a pregnant whore to force the birth and kill as well. A whisper to my ear said he would be back in two hours and to leave his mother for both of us. I would have her tied up and in shock from watching her little ones be killed and molested in her eyes. This was going to be a good, good night!accomplice phone sex

Knife play phone sex

Knife play phone sexCan you see it now? It’s Christmas Morning and you go downstairs, there’s a giant box next to the tree, big enough to fit a person in it. You dismiss it, going forth to get your morning coffee. You start to hear sounds, they sound almost like whimpering. You start to think about what could be in that box, and the idea of someone sneaking a puppy into your home has you instantly seeing red. You don’t want a stupid fucking mutt for Christmas, you want a slut! You walk over to the box and open it slowly, it all falls open to expose a cage, and inside that cage is a girl. That girl is me and I am your present. I am tied up and bound tightly in red rope there’s even a bow in my hair. I am naked and helpless as he looks down at me stroking his cock more and more as he looks at me. “Ah so you are my little slut, not my little mutt aren’t you now” I whimper as he kicks the cage. “Nonetheless, you will have to be trained just like all my other sex slaves. And just because it’s Christmas doesn’t mean I am going to take it easy on you whore.” He goes on to say “You’re my gift, not the other way around and I sure do love a nice red Christmas!” He says this while he takes out a sharp knife and starts cutting me through the bars of my cage, my blood pouring out, the red Christmas he was just talking about.

Snuff Porn and Castration

snuff pornWhile most folks are watching Christmas movies, I am watching snuff porn. I am more murderous this time of year because I lack any holiday spirit and I hate people. Bah humbug. I could only watch so much before I had to kill. But who? Who had been the naughtiest? I wanted to kill my neighbor but that would break my rule of killing close to home. I have a few rules I adhere to and they keep me safe from the law. I went to the mall and picked up a guy who resembled my loser neighbor. The issue with my neighbor is that he thinks he is a Lothario.  He has a revolving door of women but makes them all think she is the only one. He thinks he is George Clooney or something, but he looks more like one of the Three Stooges. He is not handsome and because he is an exhibitionist, I can see he is not hung either. No clue what women see in him. He is not rich. He is not handsome, and he is not hung. Triple loser. My guess is he lies. Tells women he is some rich guy, but he is a poser. Since I couldn’t kill him, I could kill a man like him, or at least castrate him. I found this goober who thought he had what I wanted. If I wanted a fat poor pathetic loser, then sure, he had what I needed. But I would never need that. I let him think we were going to my cabin in the woods to fuck. I castrated him. Just like I do on castration phone sex calls. I chopped his balls off. They were just little nuggets anyway. He started crying in pain and bleeding like a stuck pig. I just laughed as he cried for his worthless nuts. I went out to kill, but I wanted him to live without his balls. I wanted him to have a constant reminder that he is not all that. Now, I need to figure out what to do with my loser neighbor and you. I bet you are just as pathetic.

Accomplice Phone Sex

accomplice phone sexI am a good submissive. It was what I was born to do. I was not born to dominate, but sometimes a master wants me to take the reigns when breaking in a new slave. It is against my nature, but if I want to live, I do it. Master brought me Lauri.  She is a new working girl in his harem. She is a special girl. She used to be a man. Master wants to take advantage of the new demand for special girls, so he added a T-girl and a transgendered girl. I had to break her in. I mustered up all my anger for master and his friends and took it out on her girl parts. She had a newly minted pussy that I destroyed. As I took a baseball bat to her brand new pussy, she screamed in pain. I was just getting started. I took a knife and carved whore on her fake boobs. I know that hurt. She cried and pleaded for mercy. I did feel bad, but I was gaining favor with our master and pimp. Master brands all his whores. I couldn’t kill her, so I had to stop. She was destroyed, but I would nurse her back to gold. If I don’t, master will let her return the favor and I am she would give back worse than I delivered.

Dark Frozen Doll

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Don’t let my sweet appearance fool you because when the day is done and the sun has set a new time begins. The night belongs to the dark ones, the wild ones, the sinful ones. When the moon rises as do the human monsters that lurk in the shadow. It’s time for you to pick up your phone and dial up your phantom lover for some intense gothic phone sex. I’ll be waiting for you in strands of black fabric arranged to tempt and taunt you. I’ll give you peaks of my long slender neck, my milky breasts, my smooth legs and to top it all off I’ll be waiting with an innocent doe eyed face.
I’m the picture of a gothic Lolita and you can’t help yourself when the blood runs hot and your teeth are on edge. You have to take that innocence down to it’s death, bloodied and broken. It’s not your fault that you hunger for something entirely depraved is it? No one is at fault for the fact that you lust for my blood in all ways.Take me from this wretched world, save me from the terrors of the daylight. Let me sleep forever as a beautiful dark doll frozen in time at your hands.