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Don’t go to bed angry..

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I think last night I should not have went to bed angry. I was so upset with my master that when i went to bed I had a ‘bad’ dream. It was bad but felt so good. Master had my anger up at an all time high. When I went to sleep I had nothing but thoughts of snuffing him out!

 

I vividly remember him coming home and me hitting him over the head. Knocked him out cold. Took me a while to get him to the bed but I managed. i triple tied him up, because my master is super strong. I started smacking him every where trying to get him to wake up. I slapped him in the face.. in his chest.. I even resorted to slapping his big dick and balls. That got his attention and he woke up.

 

 

As soon as he realized what I was going on he was fussing and yelling and I just but his bitch ass in place. I slapped him and told him to shut the fuck up! He was mine to play with and I’d do with him what I please. I cut all his clothes off and started sucking his cock. He likes when I suck his cock so I wanted him to think i was going to be pleasing him.

 

Once I got him hard and his fuckrod was sticking straight up.I sat on his face and made me lick my cunt. I climbed up on his dick and started riding him. Hard! Fast! Deep in side of me! Just when I knew he was getting close to cumming I got off and acted like I was going to suck him off, instead… I started biting on his balls. Shoving a qtip deep in his piss hole.

I used a lot of the toys he uses on me when I’m bad, on him. Ironic isn’t it! Oh how I loved torturing my master.

Baseball Bat Fucking

I remember you from class. The nerd. The dork. The weird guy that no one would go out with, including me. How did I end up here? The last thing I remember was being at the party, drinking some drinks, and then nothing… Then I wake up here, tied to your bed, with you naked in front of me with your cock out and stroking it as you let you eyes roll over my naked body. I ask you what the hell you think your doing. You calmly say, “Stephanie, I’ve wanted you for so long, and now you are mine.” I tell you you’re a nutjob and to untie me. You spit in my face and suddenly turn very angry.

You don’t seem like the geek we teased in school – there is something terrifying about the look on your face, like you’re going to do what you want. My pussy shudders, and I can’t believe I start to get wet just from your small show of power. I can’t help but glance down at your cock as you stroke it, and its huge. Who would have thought you could be hiding such a gorgeous dick inside those jeans all those years? As you spit slides down my face, you reach over the side of the bed and pull out a baseball bat.

I cringe at the bat, not knowing if you plan to hit me with it, and too afraid to ask. You take my legs and  put them back over my head, opening my perfect pink pussy wide for you to see. You take the cold metal bat and place the large end against my glistening slit, and begin to twirl it around, teasing me with the hard cold metal. You ask me if I want to play ball with you, and I I can’t help myself, I say, “Yes”. You spin the bat faster and it begins to twist inside my tight cunt, stretching the opening as far as it will go.

I lose my breath at the width of the bat, and this just feeds your madness, so you begin pushing and turning the bat even harder. It penetrates my tiny pussy and I cry for you to go slow. But you don’t listen, you twist faster and harder and begin to ram me mercilessly with the metal bat. You stroke it in and out with all your strength and I can feel at least 16 inches  of it up inside me, tearing me apart. You’re still stroking your cock with your other hand and tell me to open wide. I open my mouth, and watch as you shoot your hot load all over my tongue. As you cum, the bat stops moving, and I get a small break from the hard fucking you gave me.

You lay down beside me, both our hearts pounding, the bat still inside me. You tell me that the second inning is coming soon, and that I better be ready. You fall asleep, and even though I could probably get my arms free, I chose not to. I lay there, tied to your bed, waiting for you to wake up and give me more. If I would have known what a fucking turn-on you were back in school, you wouldn;t have had to kidnap me like you did tonight….

Knife Play Phone Sex with Venus: How Do You Wanna Be Butchered?

knife play phone sex goth bloodyOctober is my favorite month. Why? Because freaks like me blend in with the natives. During the month of horror and terror, knife wielding psychotics like me are actually celebrated. Knives, hooks, scissors,  axes, metal fingers….. are all thought cool. See silly people think Michael Meyers, Jason Voorhes and Freddy Krueger aren’t real. But there are knife loving socio paths like me whose heroes come straight off the celluloid screen. Every day in October, I butcher someone in the fashion of one of my idols. I have never been caught. Variety and seemingly random victims are the keys to not being caught. 

How would you like to be butchered?

knife play phne sex butcher gothBy a psychopathic wooden puppet named Blade with a knife? By a sweet camper girl named Angela, wielding a big ole butcher knife? Victor Crowley style with a hatchet? Vengeful fisherman style with a rusty old hook? Or maybe you prefer your hook Candyman style with the added benefit of a swarm of bees to sting you to death? Then there are your garden variety crazed killers fond of basic kitchen cutlery like Ghostface , Jack Torrence, Chucky, Dexter or Patrick Bateman? Lizzy Borden style with 50 whacks? Jason style with a menacing machete? Maybe you have mommy issues and would like to be butchered Norman Bates style? Freddy Krueger style with sharp metal fingers?  Hell, I will even go all Fatal Attraction on your ass and kill you and your bunny. My favorite way to butcher is Michael Myers style. Big fucking sharp knife, cold dark stare, never say a word. Just butcher you and move on to the next victim.The possibilities are endless when you have a knife loving  serial killer groupie like me. My only MO is that I use a sharp instrument. I love slicing, cutting and mutilating flesh. Such a turn on to watch a worthless POS bleed. I can imitate any one of my many knife wielding idols.

Indeed October is my favorite month. Tomorrow the games begin. Maybe you will survive, maybe you won’t.  But you will bleed, a lot.

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You Watched Daddy Fuck Me

You said you chose me because I look like a “bad girl”. Even though I was terrified, I was also flattered in some weird way. You told me you watched me for weeks, the way I walk, the way I talk, and every move I made. You said you listened at my window at night while my father fucked me secretly in my bed, and you said you knew I fucking liked it. How did you know what was deep in my heart like that?

I look around the room, and I see pieces of my clothing. Not what I had been wearing today, but panties and stockings from the past several weeks. You’ve been in my house? You had to have been to take these items. You grab a pair of panties I remembered wearing last week, before you took me, and you start licking the crotch. You lick them like there is candy on them, and again, I am flattered rather than disgusted. My pussy starts to tingle as I imagine your tongue actually tasting my pussy.

You’re a dirty old man, obviously sick in the mind and crazy to have taken me the way you did. But you have a confidence about you, an aire of evil that demands respect. You stare in my eyes as you begin to chew the panties. You come towards me, as I lie naked and tied on the table, with my panties still hanging from your mouth. You spit them into my face, and I get a whiff of the sweetness of my cunt mixed with the rank of your saliva. My stomach leaps as I realize you’re going to hurt me. Your stare is like an animal, not a man.

My panties cover part of my vision, but I can see you above me. I feel your breath and then your tongue on one of my nipples. You again tell me what a bad girl I am, and that I am a fucking little whore who lets my daddy fuck me. Without warning, I feel your teeth for an instant and then fire spreads through my body as you bite my nipple right off! I can’t even scream because the pain takes my breath, and you begin to chuckle. You remove the panties from my face, and I see you there, some crazed evil man, with my bloody nipple in your mouth. You spit it on the floor, like its nothing, as my blood runs down the sides of your  mouth. You don’t even wipe it away as you stick your bloody tongue out and move towards my other nipple….

It’s getting worse.

violent phonesex georgiaHe started calling my phone and hanging up. I know it’s him because sometimes he breathes heavily into the phone and tells me how he’s going to hurt me. I’m afraid, but at the same time excited. I swear I saw camera flashes coming from outside my window last night. I was playing with myself. I would be so embarrassed if he had evidence of me being dirty, but I think he does…
Someone’s been sending flowers to my house, the note attached tells me what a dirty bad little girl I’ve been. I’m fairly certain that it’s him and he’s being leaving me voice mails as well because I’m almost too afraid and excited to answer my phone. In the voice mails, he tells me that I’m allowed to touch myself, only he can. He says if he catches me doing it again I’ll pay in whatever way he seems fit.
I can’t let my boyfriend near me because he might kill him. I don’t know what surprises are in store if I don’t listen to him and I’m not sure if I’m ready to take any chances.

Culinary Exploits

I’ve had this chef pursuing me for some time now, and we’ve flirted a little in crossing paths in visiting our professional knife sharpener friend. Well this chef is a client of my friend that does blacksmithing, metal work, and services numerous culinary masters in proper care for their tools of the trade. One afternoon I was just arriving with a couple of my stilettos, and my favorite butcher and carver knives to have prepped for the weekend. I was planning a pig roast, bar-b-q and bonfire for a gang of my biker friends. I have planned on raiding a pumpkin patch later tonight to grab some pumpkins for some creative party fun.

In passing chef man we conversed briefly and he told me he really wanted me to stop in his restaurant after 9pm he had a surprise for me, and to sweeten the deal, he said he made some chocolate raspberry truffles for me. Well 9pm was still to early for my little raid so I shrugged and said maybe I’ll stop by. I actually schemed a little in my head thinking I could persuade him to assist. He has a black pick up truck that would be much easier for the heist.

I swung by his place on my bike just as the last guest was leaving. Corey greeted me in the dining room where he escorted me to the kitchen. He presented me with these really awesome truffles and poured me a red zinfandel. Sipping the wine and nibbling on a truffle I watched him as he was packing up all of his carving tools in awe. Well, I had no idea you were an culinary artist, Corey.

At that comment he turned to me with a rather glistening large carving knife. I was sitting up on a stainless steel work table as he approached me holding the knife in a rather questionable way. He stood in front of me as I started feeling light headed but was well aware his hand was on my thigh. Attempting to inch away actually seemed to fuel something inside him.

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This look came over his face both his hands where on my thighs thrusting them apart as he ran the razor sharp blade across my inner thigh. Drawing blood he leaned in and started lapping at the slit he made on my thigh. At this point I was losing consciousness. He continued to lap at the crimson stain across my inner thigh moving up his tongue sliding across my clit. He started licking along my pussy lips I could see what he was doing but couldn’t speak or move. He would lick at the cut and then run his tongue with my blood on it over my clit and suck it before probing inside my cunt with his tongue. Going in and out of consciousness I saw him grab another shiny tool. In the little consciousness I had I caught a glimpse of a fair skinned blonde female, naked in the corner tied to a chair. I couldn’t tell if she was alive and kept drifting in and out.

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He wheeled her over in front of me, and reached out to steady me as he lifted the wine to my lips again. It tasted different, iron, warm tangy… mmm… this wasn’t wine. I was awakening a little and he made sure I could see the other female in front of me. He took a smaller paring knife like blade and started running the blade over her flat chest, in a pattern. Yes, a pattern.  It seems he was carving something in this females flesh. He was carving my name across her chest. He went and grabbed another tool, a motorized rotary tool. I tried hard not to watch but he wouldn’t have it.

Corey grabbed my hands and pulled me to my feet and had attached a large steel circular blade to the tool. Putting the motorized saw in my hand he guided my hand and blade to this females wrist. Spattering blood her flesh tears the sound of the blade hitting the bone her eyes fling open terror in her face. She makes no noise as her tongue was cut out. Corey looked at me and kissed me forcing the removed tongue in my mouth mouthing for me to chew. He puts the wine to my mouth and i gulp it down. The tongue had been sauteed in balsamic and olive oil, and tasted divine.

“You’re now my accomplice Dusty, why carve pumpkins when we can carve something more fulfilling?”

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His Name Was Jack

evil phonesex karmaWhat a perfectly evil, bloody, sadistic, sick and twisted idea. Sound like anyone you know? Pretty boy Jack, wanting a go at Gothic me. It was so laughable. And then I was walking by a department store with a Halloween display in the window and I got this morbid idea. So fucking morbid I came standing there thinking about it. Like always the gears in my brain started turning as I began to plot in my mind. Off to the store I went looking for what I needed. Wouldn’t you know that all the tools they sell now days are plastic and cheap and would never do for what I had in mind. Shit, would this end up being a fleeting fantasy that lives only in my dreams? FUCK FUCK FUCK! Walking into the local thrift store my mood was quickly moving from wickedly excited to dark and brooding. Then I saw them. The wooden handles and gleaming metal. They were perfect! I don’t know how old they were, but they would certainly work for what I had in mind. The sign on them making my heart quicken again as my nipples grew hard.  “PUMPKIN CARVING KIT”  I bought them right away and rushed off to find Jack. He was going to be thrilled that I was giving him a chance to make me happy. And happy I would be when his head was severed and I was carving it, my Jack O Lantern. evil phonesex pumpkin carving

Flatline

violent phonesex flatlineI have a friend that is a doctor and he got his hands on a cardiac monitor. I just had to have it. He dropped it off last week and showed me how to hook up the leads. I got so fucking wet when he hooked it up to me and I watched the screen with the line going up and down in time to my heart beat. I knew that I would use it soon, but not to enjoy the steady rhythm of the heart beating. Instead I wanted to cum as the line goes flat, knowing that the life has gone out of the body that I am torturing. I know that the thrill is going to be over the top hot for me. As soon as he left I dragged it down to the basement and grabbed her dirty little body, dragging her kicking and screaming to the table where she has watched me torture so many before her. I strapped her down while I laughed, rubbing my cunt. I ripped her already tattered dress off and shoved her soiled panties in her mouth making her gag but preventing her from screaming. Carefully I hooked up the leads in just the right places and turned on the machine. The screen lite up and the rhythmic beeping was so hard and fast from her fear that it made my nipples stand straight up. I felt it fitting to use my medical supplies for this torture, shoving a speculum up her ass and gaping it open I began to cut her ass from the inside. I was going to drag this out as I listened to the sound of the cardiac monitor.  Slowly I used the scalpel that was covered in the shit from her ass on her dirty skin. Watching her skin change from dirt black to blood red was exhilarating. All the while listening to the monitor, cutting deeper and watching her bleed out, until finally I couldn’t take it any more and I made that final cut, cumming as the machine flat lined and her body went limp. violent phonesex angie

Another Barbie for You

I brought you the blonde you wanted. I am never enough. I am so pathetic and too skinny. You pick out who you want and I get them for you. Why do you keep choosing girls who are nothing like me? They are always so pretty and have huge breasts and blonde hair. Fucking barbie dolls. I am such a piece of shit, I know I can never be everything you desire. I am stuck in this nightmare of sharing you with these sluts who don’t even need another man.

I know thats the only reason you keep me alive. You know how good I have gotten at tricking them into coming with me. You see the surprise in their eyes when you grab them, and you know I did a good job. I hate it. I hate watching you take their bodies against their will, and force them to suck your gorgeous cock. Then you tie us together, and you fuck her while my sickly body just gets jerked around from the pumping motion. I feel every thrust, but not the way I want to feel it.

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These ungrateful bitches get your cock in their pussies and all they do is cry and beg for you to stop. They are so lucky and they don’t know it. I am just a ragdoll tied to their back to watch. Just a piece of shit. No good for you anymore. I would do anything to be them in those moments. To feel your lust and your cock and have your attention.

The only joy I get is when you are finally finished with them. You fuck them until they stop begging, until they give in to you. They trust you and believe they are going to be okay. Thats when I get untied. Thats when I trick them one last time and tell them that they, like me, will be okay. I hug them as they tremble in fear and relief and I feel their hearts pounding. You come up behind them, finally look at ME, and shoot a bullet through their pretty head.

I have a mess to clean up, but at least the barbie is gone. I watch you fuck the hole in her skull, and know that you will need another very soon. Your taste for the pretty ones has become insatiable.

Night Visits

torture phonesex georgiaHe’s started watching me more closely, making sure that I know who I belong to. He watches me when I’m with my boyfriend probably planning on how to get him out of the picture. I wake up three nights a week to his hands around my throat and his engorged cock inside me. He takes my dirty panties and jams them into my mouth so no one can hear me scream during his late night visits. The way I suffer and squirm only makes his dick harder, he has little regraud for my comfort. Yet sometimes he holds me close after these visits whispering in my ear what a good little slut I’ll be for him.
Part of me never wants this to end, but the other part of me is so very afraid. What will happen to me if he goes too far? Will he end up killing me by mistake or would it be on purpose?! What about my boyfriend, would he really kill him? Maybe this is all some twisted and exciting game. None of my friends have told anyone about him peeping in on us at our sleep over, so it must not be serious. I just don’t know.
I like that he has this power over me, I just don’t understand it. I hope he can help me understand or even make me understand if he has to. I just want to know what he wants from me also why the fear he sparks inside me turns me on more than I ever thought possible before.