I just love it when you bring out your extravagant knife collection. It makes my clit pulsate and drip. That barbaric look in your eyes becomes extremely fierce! Knowing I will submit fully, whilst trembling with fear. Your collection seems to be growing every week. How many knives do you have now?! I want to feel the sharp end of each and every one of them. The way you slice off my panties, with your cock throbbing is one of my favorite parts when it comes to knife play phone sex. I especially love it when you tie me up and force me to watch you sharpen and clean your beautiful knives. Then you finally come over and one of them up to my skin, without puncturing it. Grazing it across my body and you watch my face. Practically never breaking eye contact. You love to keep me in a constant state of fear when it’s knife play time. I love feeling your cock tease my sweet cunt and you scrape my tits a little with that sharp blade. I feel what it does to your body. Your body and mine for that matter. What do you have in store for me tonight?
Tag: Knife play phone sex
Breaking In
You hold the knife to my warm throat as you instruct me to shut down the alarm system. That is how a lot of my home invasion phone sex fantasies begin. You know that you hold all of the power when you slip in and place the blade to my pulse like that. For a moment I think to hit the panic code, but I feel that you will find a special way to torture me if I make that mistake. Once it’s all clear you use your knife to slash my gown and also to tear off my panties.
You march me to the sofa and then I see your partner is bringing down my roommate. She looks as shaken as I am. You laugh and tell us to save our tears because it’s going to be a long night. Your partner orders my roommate to lay on her back on the coffee table. He presses the silver blade into her lower stomach and traces her cunt in a fresh blood trail. I’m wrenched up by my hair and pushed to her body to lap up the blood at knife point.
Late Last Night
You came home extremely late last night. You must’ve been out drinking with some colleagues again. I heard the car pull up so I decided to pretend to be asleep when you walked into my bedroom. I was intentionally wearing something lacy and something white because you just love seeing me in something that represents purity when you have plans to brutalize and torture me! It pleases me to be your victim. I felt you tying my hands behind my back, as well as my ankles. This is when I decided to begin to “wake up” and struggle. I could feel your cock get hard immediately as you were pressed up against me. Boy do you love it when I put up a fight. At this point you covered my mouth and I began to scream and gasp. Your cock is throbbing now! And I’ll be honest, my pussy us pulsing and dripping. I love that I never know just what you’ll do next. You picked me up and carried me into the kitchen, sat me down in the chair sitting right there in the middle of it. This is where you turned on the stove and started heating up a rather sharp knife. You never even break eye contact with me when you’re putting on this display of preparation. You love that fear of look in my eyes. Do you remember what happened next?
He Made Snuff Sex Easy
Sometimes snuff sex is easy. Every now and then I get a willing victim who wants to die. He contacted me with a death wish. A male pain slut who knew he was not worthy to live. A dirty cock sucking faggot too. I had him sucking a real man while I sliced his body. It was so much fun too. I used a razor blade between his toes and his fingers. That skin is super sensitive and tender. His hands and feet were bleeding while he was still sucking cock. I decide to castrate him. Clearly, he had urges he couldn’t control. I carved faggot on his cock as I prepared to sever his worthless balls. This way if a woman ever saw him naked, she would know he was a cock sucking faggot. I sliced his nipples off as the castration band cut the circulation off his balls. I carved up his chest too. He was begging to be snuffed out, but I wanted to go slow. I had to take his faggot balls before I could let him die. I wanted him to know that I held his balls in my hands before I killed him. He was still getting skull fucked too. So many ways to die. Burned at the stake. Put in a woodchipper. Drown him while looking at him in the eyes. I told the man skull fucking his faggot mouth to stop for a second. When he pulled out, I slit his throat and my friend skull fucked him in the gapping neck wound where he was bleeding out. The blood was gushing over his cock as my faggot victim was taking his last breath. Some men in this world just know they don’t deserve to be alive. Are you one of them?
Snuff Porn with an Old Bitch
He had an unusual snuff porn request for me. He wanted me to help kidnap his mother. I don’t get too many gigs to kill mothers; well not mothers in their 60s. I didn’t ask questions because he paid me. All I cared about was the money. It became clear he had some deep seeded resentment for his mother. He wanted the most violent torture I could imagine. He had no idea who he had hired. I am so violent I make Jigsaw look like an amateur. I kidnapped his mother while she was sleeping. Old bitch didn’t even have any teeth. He really had mother issues. Again, I didn’t feel sympathy for the old bitch. I knocked her out, so I could get her in my trunk easily. Truth. She was lighter than a sack of potatoes. She woke up tied to a table with a scared look on her face. I started carving her flesh off her body. I was like a hungry cannibal. I carved her flesh off her body like she was a turkey. Her screams were deafening, but they couldn’t be heard deep in the woods. I took my time with the torture. I wanted her to feel the pain. Well, her son did. Right before she took her last breath, I showed her a picture of her son so she knew who wanted her dead. She had her son to thank for starring in my snuff sex film.
Medical Torture Sex
My gynecologist was into torture sex of my girl parts. I had no idea. I signed up for some medical experiments for extra cash. I was desperate for money to get some drugs. The ad seemed harmless. The ad made it appear it was just a few medical experiments. The ad was misleading. I was sexually tortured. First, their was the breast exam from hell. My boobs were squeezed so tightly that I thought my boobs might pop off my body. If I had fake tits, I would have popped the fun bags. Dr. Demento used vice grips on my tits to see if I had real or fake boobs. My tits were black and blue almost instantly. He quickly moved on to my pussy. He put a sounding device in my urethra that made me scream in pain. That was followed by being opened wide with a speculum. He started inserting various sharp objects in my pussy. He said he was getting cells from my cervix, but this was medical torture for his own pleasure. The more pain I was in, the more I cried, the harder he got. My pain fueled him to delve deeper into his medical fetish. He said there would be some pain involved, but I had no idea how much pain. When he was done, he fucked me. I had a bloody cunt and bruised tits, but that just turned him on all the more. What a sick medical fetish phone sex call.
Knife Play Phone Sex
There are a 1000 different ways knife phone sex calls can go. My knife is my BFF. I have way more than a hundred knives too. I have a knife collection so vast that it would put me on the FBI’s radar. I find that a knife can be a quick death or a slow and painful one. I can scar you or kill you. I can disfigure you or castrate you. I can kill you any way I want with a knife. Stab you in the heart. Slit your throat. Gut you like a pig. Exsanguinate you. I can stab you in the ass or cunt and make you bleed out. I can castrate you and make you bleed out. I can kill you with a thousand cuts or just one very precise cut. My knives don’t disappoint me like the human race does. Now I can kill you with my knives or if you are my accomplice, we can kill a victim of your choice. My blades enjoy tender age flesh or tough old flesh equally. A gun kills instantly but a knife allows you to enjoy the torture sex. I ever need to worry about a knife jamming up, locking or being out of bullets either. I don’t care what your weapon of choice is because when you are with me, we are hunting and killing with very sharp blades.
Kidnapping Phone Sex Slave
I was out jogging when a car almost ran me off the road. I fell into a ditch. Before I could pick myself up, a guy got out of the car and put a bag over my head. I was squirming to get out. I ended up getting conked in the head by someone. I woke up in a little cell. It was like a go go dancer cage, but not as glamorous. I could barely move around. I was trying to get my bearings when a guy came down and rattled the cage. He reached his hands through the cage and pulled me back on his cock. He fucked my ass through a cage He was strong. His grip on me was tight. After he came in my ass, more men came into the room and fucked me the same way, through the cage. I was a captive. After a couple hours of being sodomized, my captor told me he was selling me to the highest bidder. He just wanted my holes used first because the man who bought me wanted a dirty used-up skank to fuck. I was kidnapped and sold to this guy who said I was too pretty to fuck. He took care of that. He carved my face all up. Wrote whore in my flesh and fucked every hole I have. He didn’t even care that I was bleeding. He liked fucking a carved up old skank more.
Castration Phone Sex
This is my castration phone sex chair. It is an old electrocution chair from my grandfather’s prison. I inherited a lot of prison memorabilia when the prison was shut down for cruel and unusual punishment. It was a private prison. Only the worst animals were in this place. My grandfather took some liberties with experimentation and executions. I think I inherited my sick mind from him. This chair that killed at least 100 of the sickest killers in the world, now castrates the biggest losers in the world. It resides in my dungeon with other torture devices. I modified it for castration. I have a long board that comes out from under the chair seat. The board has a hole in it so the cock and balls can be separated. I simply affix a castration band to the balls underneath to cut of the circulation, then I cut, chop or saw off the balls. I have a variety of blades from smooth cuts to jagged, rusty cuts. I can stop the bleeding, or I cannot. How I castrate you, depends on you. Whiney annoying bitches get castrated brutally. Guys who accept their fate, get castrated humanely. I have fun either way because I am using my grandfather’s prison equipment for the greater good. Not all men deserve to procreate and orgasm.
Cut Me, Fuck Me
You have me laying in front of you, accessing my body the ideas of what you could do to me is rushing in your mind. I can see your cock twitch every time one of your little evil ideas excites you. Finally after a long time of leaving me in suspension you command me to spread my legs, as you pick up a butchers knife. You get between my legs and start to slide it’s sharp edge up into my pussy. It cuts and I can’t help me start to scream as the pain radiates all over my body, I feel you start to twist it, rotating it around and around like a corkscrew as it enters further inside me. Then in one quick motion you pull it out, I can audibly hear a slicing sound the pain is almost blinding now. I feel you get on top of me and slide your cock into the gaping mess that used to be my pussy. Your hot cock adds a stinging sensation on top of the pain as you fuck me fast in hard, when you stop you pull you cock out and I see it covered in my blood, as you start to jerk it over me until your blow you load all over my tits and face. At that moment everything for me goes black.












