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violent phonesex maceyI am here waiting, wanting, needing to be abused. It’s been two days since my last party. I need meat sticks, and a bunch at one time. I am hungry for cum. I need you to throw me on the ground, drunk and not understanding what is even going on, and fuck me till I hurt. Where are you? Cum find me, party with me, and take every one of my sweet fuck holes that you want. Bring all your friends, we will make a party out of it. Bring alcohol, drugs of all kinds. Get me fucked up, and beat up every dripping wet spot I have. I need you to cum take your aggressions out on me with your cock. Please I need to be punished, and you and your friends are the only ones who can do it. We will make a night of fucking, skull fucking, and raw abuse that I crave so much, I even love you to forcefully take my ass. Bring me the pain, and the abuse, and you wont be sorry. I’m a cum slut, and I am waiting for you.

Knife Play Phone Sex with Venus: Random Acts of Violence

knife play phone sex blood gothIt’s Halloween time. My favorite. Normally, I am not a knife wielding psychopath unless provoked. If I am gonna cut a bitch or stab a tool, they have usually deserved it. But something about Halloween brings out my inner Michael Myers.  You know, stone cold killer, no rhyme or reason to his victims. Last weekend, I was walking around my neighborhood and I just felt homicidal. Felt compelled to kill. To just kill for fun. So I started creeping around in backyards looking for blood to spill, flesh to tear.

Then I saw them, a family of four on their back porch carving pumpkins. They looked idyllic, almost like out of some Good Parenting magazine or something. That made me hate them. Made me want them snuffed out, even the little ones. I walked right up on their porch too. Showed them my knife collection and asked if I could help carve pumpkins. They looked a little taken a back, but still they invited me in. A strange woman, with knifes, trespassing in their back yard. Yeah they deserved to not live.knife play phone sex evil snuff

I played the game with them for awhile to give them a false sense of security, then the carnage and mayhem began. I tied them all up to chairs and put them face to face. Mommy son, daddy daughter. I like to watch the fear in their eyes. I like to see the “why us” look in their faces. Sometimes there is no why. Just opportunity. Like today. And maybe if they had been a bit smarter they could have lived.

I like to play games with my prey. I told Daddy if he wanted his sweet innocent offspring to survive he was gonna have to prove his love.  I told him to kiss her, a big romantic one too. And he did. He hesitated and got a knife in his thigh, but then he did. I told him I could spare her life if he fucked his baby girl. I told Mommy the same thing about her son. You would think they would do anything to spare their wee one’s lives. Guess love does have some bounds. Sad really. If my life depended on it, If the life of a loved one depended on it, I would saw off my arm.  And Mommy and Daddy won’t have sex with their offspring. Would you do anything I said if your loved one’s lives depended on it?

knife play phone sex evil killI snuffed them all out right there on their porch. Total blood bath. I went into a frenzy with my knives. Slaughtered the innocent lambs first so I could enjoy watching their parents cry and plead. I enjoyed telling them too that their blood was on their hands. They could have prevented the slaughter. My knives covered in blood, I let mommy and daddy have a taste. Sick, I know, but fun too. They didn’t really love their brats or they would have done whatever I asked without hesitation.  The pumpkins they were carving now covered in their blood too.

knife play phone sex bloody sadisticThe real fun was slaughtering mommy and daddy. Random senseless acts of violence make me feel good. A knife in an artery with a slow bleed out while looking into your partner’s eyes as you die, pretty darn entertaining. Oh the shit they say to each other. The confessions they make. Guess they wanna die with a clean conscious or some silly shit. But I sat there, watching them make  their dying confessions, profess their love yada yada yada. Blood spurting everywhere. Turned me on actually. Blood spraying me like that is an aphrodisiac. I need an accomplice. Someone I can trust. Be so much more fun to share both my random and not so random acts of violence with a partner who gets off on the blood, the violence, the torture too. Is that you?

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Blood On The Water

killer phonesex knifeThe flyer said it was a midight cruise. A murder mystery would need to be solved. The night promised to be full of intrigue, gore and death would lurk around every corner. I stood there reading the flyer and thinking about how much fun it would be to sabatoge the “fake” killing with some real death. To replace the staged sceenes with real sceenes of murder. My cunt dripping as I imagined the fun of it all and knowing that the prize fund for solving the mystery would not be taken by anyone but myself beause I would create a  new story, a real murder. How long would it take for the creators of the cruise to figure out  that someone else hadd taken control? How much fear and mayheme could I create in a few short hours out on the open sea? I knew I had to get a ticckeet and take this cruise I had to create mass chaose. There would be a method to my madness and no seblane of order of any kind. As the night approached my anticipation began to grow. I could feel my palms getting sweaty as I walked up the ramp to load the eerie vesel. The fear it was intended to envolk was nothing compared to what was about to come. Looking around at all the passangers laughing and drinking as the excitement built and the boat slipped out of the dock I silently creamed my panties. Slipping away to the galley so that I could procure a beautiful butcher knife, my heart was pounding. I took my place at the table in the dining hall an listened to the grisly tale that was being weaved for the festivities to begin. As soon as the place of the murder was  mentioned I went and found my victim, sliding my knife deep into her soft flesh then pulling it out and watching the blood flow my cunt juices began to flow in unison. Her eyes grew wide as her mouth opened and the  blood curtling scream pierced the air. Mingling in with the other passangers while they examined the sceen of what they thought was a staged murder, listening to them watching them ad deciding who I was going to take out next  was almost moore then I could stand. One by one I slaughtered them all. Floating on the open sea, laying on the deck covered in blood, I rested before throwing them over board one at a time. What a beautiful thing to watch the bodies hit the water in the moonlight, slowly sinking into the dark abyss.killer phonesex knife

 

Bondage Phone Sex with Blair: BDSM Gear

bondage phone sex mommy tortureI have a master into BDSM. In fact he has a dungeon just for our master and servant games. Before the games were to begin, however, I had to purchase our equipment.  He gave me a very specific list of BDSM gear to purchase for this session. The list included: a bondage harness, breast binder, a hobble skirt, a spreader bar, a ring gag, suspension cuffs, a spreader, a pony harness, and a bondage belt. Master had all the rest in his BDSM dungeon.

I am a good servant. I laid the gear at Master’s feet and asked what was in store for us. He slapped me for asking. A good servant should never ask what sort of BDSM games are to be played. Master was in the mood for heavy games. That is never good for me. One of his favorite things to do is suspend me upside down. He suspends me, puts a  ring gag in my mouth and canes my ass for hours. By the time he is done, my ass is raw and bruised. But one BDSM game is never enough for Master. We next move on to suspension bondage where he binds my arms and legs with rope and a hobble skirt so I cannot move and replaces the ring gag with a ball gag. But not before he uses a breast binder on my tits.  I am hanging in the air just feet off the ground tied like an animal with my ass and pussy exposed for Master’s pleasure. My ass still in pain from the canning, he takes a fucking machine and fucks my holes to the point of over stimulation. I am convulsing, in discomfort. Master enjoys our BDSM games, but we have no safe word. I have no control over what he does to me; no say in our games.  I never know how far he will go.

He did not stop with the fucking machine. He continued with his cock. Violating my ass and my cunt. Filling me up with his cum. I was waiting for him to release me, but he did not. He left me suspended, tied up with a ball gag in m mouth over night. I was forced to urinate on the floor and myself. I was starving and cold. But Master did not care. I am his property. When he released me, he dragged me by the hair to his St. Andrew’s cross and pinned me by my wrists and ankles spread eagle so he could whip me. Which he did for hours.  I so wanted a safe word. I had been in his dungeon for almost 24 hours with no food or water, not even a potty break. I had to piss on the floor like an animal. Suddenly, Master was done with me. He released me. My body covered in bruises and restraint marks, not to mention blood and piss. I had to walk home, more like hobble home as Master would not give me a ride.  But, I am a slave, and in BDSM games, you never know what to expect with a capricious Master.

What are your favorite BDSM games? What BDSM gear would you use on me?

Off to the Woods we Go!

violent phonesex julietI’ve only been camping a few times, only once going completely alone when I was confident enough to be out there all by myself. I guess that wasn’t the best idea of mine, but it did benefit everyone involved.
I woke up to the sound of footsteps outside of my tent, having been alone, or so I thought, I’d been sleeping naked, and just pulled my sleeping bag a little tighter around my chest, trying to keep quiet. A lights came on, I could see it past the thin material, and whoever was outside knew I was there now. The tent unzipped, so fast, and the light, right in my eyes, it was blinding.
All I remember really was the feeling of a gloved hand dragging me out of that tiny tent, pressing me to the grass, and then that feeling of hot flesh pressed right up against my slit, shoving inside of me, filling me up oh so sweetly. My cunny was quivering as he just rammed himself inside of me, before I knew it, that same cock was down my throat, I nearly gagged it was so big.
I screamed, and fought him a little, but it felt too good, I didn’t really want him to stop.
Every one of my tight little holes was fucked good and hard, even right now, just thinking about it is making my little pussy so slick.
By the end of that night, I was covered in a stranger’s cum, and mine. I’m almost upset that he never asked for my number.
I think I’ll start going camping more often.

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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Evil Phone Sex with Venus: The Devil Made Me Do It

evil phone sex goth girlI was home alone, in bed. Not even out of school yet. I had only been getting my period for about a year. I felt him climb into bed with him. Half asleep, I opened my eyes and what I saw was not my father, but a monster of sorts. Half man, half serpent. The man part looked oddly familiar. Like my dead grandpa. Surely I was having a nightmare. Then I felt it on top of my body. My hands were pinned behind my head and then I felt it enter me. It was ice cold. I was a virgin; I had never felt one inside me before, but I didn’t think it was suppose to feel cold as ice. And it was pronged,  like a fork. I still thought I was dreaming. Having my first wet dream.

It hurt but at the same time felt good. When I think back to my first time, I am still perplexed by what penetrated me that night. It honestly felt like a cold knife going in and out of me. I felt wetness between my legs. A cold milky substance was running out of me.  But what was it? Semen was suppose to be warm not ice cold. It was all over quickly, and who  or what ever fucked me just disappeared into thin air. I convinced myself that it was all some dream. But when I woke up the next morning my sheets were covered in blood and semen. My pussy was raw and swollen.

evil phone sex knife playMy door was still locked from the inside. My bedroom window still locked too. Yet I was clearly no longer a virgin. Something or someone had entered my room in the middle of the night and fucked me, taken my virginity. I became obsessed with the occult, with demons and witches. I did all sorts of research and was certain that I had been violated by the devil. I tried to tell my parents, but of course they thought I was crazy. My mom accused me of fucking my dad, taking advantage of him. He was the only man in the house. If someone fucked me, it had to be him.

I missed my next period. When I told my father  I was certain I was pregnant and carrying the devil’s spawn, he slapped me and called me a whore. That was the night I started cutting myself; the night I became obsessed with knives and blades and blood. The night I knew I had to get rid of my parents.  Parents are supposed to protect their offspring, believe them, support them…. They were worthless. I didn’t need them.  I prayed and prayed and prayed not to be pregnant and for my parents to disappear.  Then, I heard a voice tell me I had to get rid of my parents if I didn’t want to have the son of Satan.  That was an easy choice. Just like in the Amityville Horror, I went in my  parents’ bedroom and stabbed them repeatedly. The blood spraying on my body felt intoxicating. That was my first kill, but far from my last. Guess you could say the Devil made me do it.

My period came the next day. I moved in with my grandmother and the death of my parents to this day remains an unsolved homicide, likely just a “random, senseless act of murder.”  I didn’t need to have the Devil’s spawn; I was evil incarnate. I still am. The Devil still speaks to me. Maybe he will tell me to castrate or kill you next.

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Fantasy Phone Sex with Blair: What is Your Fear?

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 I was a very bad mommy. My son told me not to party without him or there would be repercussions. I am weak when it comes to nose candy and cock. I picked up a few frat boys and brought them home to fuck. I figured out of 20 ounces of coke, my son wouldn’t know if a few ounces were missing. I was wrong. He came home livid. Apparently he has nanny cams all through the house to watch me since I can’t be trusted. He saw me getting gang banged and doing his coke.

He came in angry as fuck and grabbed me by the hair and dragged me into the basement. He slapped me, called me a worthless whore, then suspended me from one of the beams. He disappeared. I was in the dark, scared and unable to touch the ground. Felt like eternity before he returned. When he did, he did not speak a word. But I could hear strange noises, almost a hissing sound. My son was fooling around with something. I kept apologizing for being a worthless party whore, but he still said nothing. I felt something slimy graze my feet from the ground. Then suddenly my son turned on the light and I peed myself. Snakes everywhere underneath me. Hissing at me, intertwined with each other. I am not sure there is anything I am more afraid of than snakes. They paralyze me with fear.  Anyone who knows me well knows this. I was screaming, pleading with my son for forgiveness. All he said was, “have fun in the garden of evil you love so much mom.” Then he turned off the light and left.

fantasy phone sex mommy sonNot sure I have ever been so scared. This wasn’t one snake, but a ton of them, all swarming at my feet. I was struggling to keep my feet up. Almost hysterical, I tried to escape in my head. Figure some way of making these slimy serpents recoil away from me.  In my mind, I became the mythological creature Medusa. From what I could remember from mythology classes, Medusa had once been a beautiful maiden cursed by her lover for infidelity thereby turning her beautiful hair into venomous snakes. Anything she looked at turned to stone. I tried to muster the strength and fearlessness of Medusa and imagine those snakes on my head, working for me not against me. It took every ounce of strength I had to try to be empowered by the serpents instead of petrified. After awhile it seemed to work. My heart stopped racing and I could no longer hear the hissing like I did nor feel slimy skin along my feet. I kept telling myself I had turned them to stone, they could not hurt me anymore, I was safe.

My son came back time to my private hell after what seemed eternity. When he turned on the lights the snakes were gone. What the fuck? Had I really turned Medusa? The power of suggestion was clearly at work here. My son was dumbfounded and even more angry than before. He cut me down, dragged me by my snake like hair and put me in a little cage. I was in there for days, deprived of food and water. Deprived of dignity as no place to potty. Medusa couldn’t help me out of this one. my son would only let me out of the cage to force his cock in my mouth or ass. His cock was the only snake I had not slain. I was in that cage, used and abused for days. I wish I could have turned my son to stone. He gets so much sick pleasure out of scaring and abusing me. But then, I deserve it. Like Medusa’s previous life, I am an unfaithful, disloyal  whore.

Do you get sick pleasure out of using a woman’s fears against her? If so, call me. I am a good victim for your dark fantasy world.

Bondage Phone Sex with Cassandra: Master’s School for Unruly Slaves

bondage phone sex ass worship sadisticMy master took me to an underground bondage club this week. There were several other slaves there too. Master said I needed taught  obedience. The club owner was a hot bitch. A hot dominate mean bitch. Master left me in her care. Master told her to “Break the whore.” She began by making me worship her ass. She forced my face in her ass for hours. She practically suffocated me on that ass. She made me clean her asshole with my tongue. it was so humiliating.

bondage phone sex anal tortureAfter ass worshiping, she tied me up, exposing my holes. She started shoving big ass dildos in my ass and cunt. She didn’t go gently either. All the while, I was getting  my ass paddled by her assistant and skull fucked by another dildo. My Master was sitting with the other masters jacking his dick watching me get anally tortured. I had a foot long black dildo crammed in my ass at the same time that I had one in my cunt. Felt like I would never shit the same way again.  Every time I cried, or whimpered or even grimaced like I was in pain, I got fucked harder.

bondage phone sex rough oral painMaster was getting so turned on, he came over and smothered me with his ball sac. I could not breath. I came close to passing out when he shot a load of cum all down my stomach and over my tits. He then started smacking my tits so hard they turned purple. The head mistress yanked me up and shoved me on the ground and forced me to suck every Master’s cock in that room. So many dicks being forced down my throat. And that was not all. She told them all to fuck my ass. It was gaping open at this point from her dildo torture. I could hear the men laughing as they dumped load after load of cum in my sore asshole.

bondage phone sex torture analI was covered in sweat and cum when she strung me up by the rafters with the other slaves. All of us bound and gagged and suspended  by our arms. She, her and her assistant all moved around us torturing us in various ways. I would get paddled, have something crammed up my ass, have my tits hog tied and electrocuted, be forced to suck cock, get slapped and punched by her and all the masters. This went on for hours until we were all have conscious and begging for mercy. You could smell the piss, the shit, the tears, the fear in the dungeon. We were all begging for mercy, promising to be obedient slaves.

bondage phone sex big tits sex toysSee, I am actually a very obedient slave. I do as all my Masters tell me to do, but some masters still enjoy inflicting as much humiliation and pain on me as they can. What  kind of Master would you be too me?

Bloody Phone Sex with Cassandra: Master’s Favorite Thing to Cut

bloody phone sex kidnap tortureI have a few sick masters who enjoy hurting me. Some of them call me for bloody phone sex too. One in particular is obsessed with blood. My blood. The other day he was in a particularly sadistic mood. You see he wanted to fuck me, but it was my time of the month. He likes to hurt me until I bleed, however he finds me dirty and disgusting when I’m on the rag. I got punished extra for menstruating. He said if I was going to have a bloody pussy, I might as well be all bloody, everywhere. He then tied me to this restraint device that resembled some medieval torture rack. There were little razor blades all over it and I could feel my skin slicing open and bleeding the tighter he made the ropes. He then took a razor blade and sliced my clit and one of my pussy lips right off. He said, “You are just a stupid, nasty cunt. You don’t deserve pleasure, just pain.” He then made slices of all my body. Master knew how to make me bleed all over without killing me. He want me to hurt. And I did. I could feel myself getting aroused however by the feeling of my crimson hot sticky blood running down my thighs. Master was not pleased. He took that razor blade and sliced off each nipple. He dangled them in my face and said, “Now your big ass titties are as worthless as you.” He then forced them in my mouth. I wanted to gag and puke. How disgusting to be forced to swallow your own nipples.

bloody phone sex submissive tortureMaster sliced just about every inch of my body. He eventually put a ball gag in my mouth to stop my whimpering. I could smell my blood. I was getting cold and starting to shiver when he left the room. The blood was running out of my gashes faster than in the past. I was afraid he was so pissed this time, he might actually allow me to bleed out. He has gotten close in the past, but always spares my life because as he says, “If I kill you, where am I gonna find such a hot bloody worthless bitch to cut up?” You see, I am Master’s favorite thing to slice and cut. Will I become yours? Bloody phone sex can get us both off.