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Gothic Phone Sex with Venus: My First Taste for Blood

gothic phone sex knife tortureI’m not normally the type of girl that goes to clubs or parties. I am actually a bit of a loner because most people annoy the shit out of me. But, this girl I worked with convinced me to try a new a new Goth bar called Underworlds a few years ago. That night, that club, changed my life. The club was supposedly different from all the others in the town. It catered to the Goth crowd; more specifically the vampire obsessed subculture. I was not necessary into that, but it sounded cool; different from typical meat market crap. When I arrived, Jessie was waiting for me. When she saw me she couldn’t believe my outfit. I had on a black mini vinyl skirt, red and black plaid button up top, and fishnet tights with knee high military style lace up boots. Black lipstick. Part Goth, part Steampunk.

gothic phone sex vampire lesbian“Did you  think I would wear jeans and a t-shirt,” I replied.  At that point in time I was a tomboy. She told me I looked hot as a Goth, but no way was I as hot as her. She was gorgeous. Tall, long red hair, pale skin, legs that never ended….She had the body for her sexy little fishnet outfit that was for sure. I went to the end of the line, but Jessie said,  “No I’m a member so all I have to do is show my card we are in. Everything is on me tonight.” Once inside Jessie eyed this girl wearing a PVC black leather mini dress with black leather pumps with studs on them, torn black stockings with jet black hair. Jessie took her hand and led her to a private room with all these couches. I got to tag along. I was excited. Had no idea what I was about to witness. This room had a private bar, and the bartender obviously knew Jessie and asked if she wanted her usual. She indicated yes and he brought out a big bottle of red wine with 3 glasses. Jessie paid $300 for that bottle. I’d never had wine in a bottle, let alone wine that expensive.

Jessie grabbed my hand and had me sit in a big velvet red chair, while she laid her friend on a matching chaise type chair. Jessie inquired as to how I liked the club thus far. I shared that it was really different, but I loved the crowd and the creepy hymn type music being played over the speakers. Jessie poured us each a glass of this expensive ass wine and we toasted to new experiences and broadening our horizons. We all took a sip. The wine was thick, sweet, not like wine I had ever had before, but it was yummy. Suddenly, I realized no one else but us three in the room. I asked where everyone else went, and Jessie said a private room, where we were about to head also.

I was getting oddly intoxicated fast on this scrumptious wine. The three of us walked down a dark corridor, passed other rooms. I could hear screams, moans past every door. I thought, I am at a sex club. Jessie and the girl she had picked up seemed to know their way around, even in the dim lighting. I started to get wobbly, and Jessie helped me into one of the rooms. They seemed to both have a higher tolerance for the wine than I did. We got in the room which was pitch black. I stumbled and must have passed out. Next thing I realize, I wake up and Jessie has her gal pal hanging upside down by her feet from some rafter, butt naked with a ball gag in her mouth and a spreader attached to her feet. Jessie then bit her companion on the neck hard. And while blood tricked out her neck, over her breasts, Jessie started to lick up the blood. She motioned me to come over and instructed me to bite her victim too and taste that blood. I was scared at first, but I was getting turned on. I love blood. Never tasted it, but I love to cut people and watch the blood run out of them.

gothic phone sex evil bloodAs soon as I sunk my teeth into her flesh, I realized I had tasted this before. It was the bottled wine that Jessie purchased. I had been drinking this girl’s blood all night and enjoying it. I was really turned on now. As I continued to drink her crimson nectar, Jessie got on a tall stool and buried her face between her legs. I thought she was going to eat her pussy, but instead she bit that major vein in her inner thigh and we both drank her blood. I was new to drinking blood and went a little deep. Blood was spurting everywhere, like when I cut a jugular. I looked at Jessie for advice, but she was covered in blood and masturbating. I continued to drink the blood as it was so intoxicating and started to rub my pussy too. Before long I realized this girl was losing too much blood. Her skin getting paler, her breathing shallow and skin cold to the touch. I think we had damn near killed her, drained her.

gothic phone sex vampire bloodI asked Jessie what to do. I was half panicked, half aroused. Well, more aroused. I had certainly cut  a few folks at that point in my life, but never anyone who didn’t deserve it. I had no issue with this chick. Jessie said it was okay. We could drain her dry if we wanted because she paid to die. WTF? Paid to die? If she wanted to die, she could have paid me for the honor lol. Jessie explained to me that this club was highly exclusive and the subs and the domes paid good money for an anything goes evening. Well, I had no problem draining her now. She was a stupid cunt. Neither Jessie nor I could drink anymore, so I got out my knife, made a few incisions and we laid naked underneath her as the blood flowed out of her body and onto ours. When we were both covered in hot, sweet, sticky nectar, Jessie got out her doubled headed dildo and we fucked our brains out, coming wildly with blood all over us. My first lesbian experience too. That night was interesting to say the least. My first taste of blood, my first Goth bar, my first taste of pussy, my first death….. None of which would be my last.

I ended up returning to that bar often with Jessie. I now embrace the Goth life. I embrace drinking blood. I embrace the natural born killer in me. I am the perfect accomplice. I am the perfect deviant.

Evil Phone Sex with Blair: My Son’s House of Horrors

evil phone sex mommy subThis weekend, my  Son said we were going to take a drive in the country, stay at a nice little B and B and have quality time together. I was so excited. Usually he just has time to fuck me, pimp me out to his friends, humiliate me, slap me around and leave me covered in cum. Once in a blue moon, he is a benevolent master and enjoys quality time with his mother. I thought this weekend trip was one such time. Of course, I was wrong.

We returned to my house. He forgot something. When we arrived back home, there was no one else there. And the power appeared off. Odd. Before I could even put my suitcase down and check the lights, my son threw me in the basement. I was down there, in the dark for over an hour, scared and alone. Then I heard the door open, and my son came down, shoved me against the wall and said, “Ready for a little game mommy? If you survive, if you get out, we can have your precious mommy son getaway.” Apparently, all I had to do was get out of the house. Like some maze or something. Obviously, he was in a sadistic mood this weekend. Which meant he had been snorting nose candy all weekend. This is never good for me.

evil phone sex bloody mommyHe left me in the basement, but untied my hands and I had to figure out how to get out of this hell hole. I tried to gain some composure and think. I started to crawl against wall till I could find some stairs or a door. I found the stairs, and started to crawl up them. I hate the dark. My son knows this. He gets sick pleasure out of watching me suffer; out of knowing I’m scared. At the top of the stairs I put my hands in something really gross and slimy. It was moving. I freaked out, pushed open the door and a little hint of light shined on this huge pile of worms. I thought I would vomit. Worms creep me out, but then my son knows that. He knows all my fears. I didn’t get far before I felt something crawling on me, more than just something, a lot of somethings. I started running in the dark, hit a table and fell down. I closed my mouth and my eyes as I felt big hairy things, spiders I bet, swarming my body. I was trembling, crying; I even peed my pants I was so scared. They seemed endless. I remembered my cell phone was in my pocket and I reached for it and turned it on for some faint light. I was horrified at all the hairy creepy spiders  all over my body. I stood up, spun around trying to shake them off. My skin was crawling.killer phone sex kinky mom

My son and a bunch of his twisted coked up friends were watching me somehow jacking their cocks to my fear; I just knew it. I was scared, trembling but  kept trying to get the fuck out of there. Suddenly I was in another room, the living room I think, and for a moment I thought the worse was over, then I got a glimpse of this evil voodoo doll with a spear I think. Almost shit myself. There was some sort of flashing white light so it looked like the doll was moving. Then I felt a sharp pain, and felt blood trickling down my leg. I look down and that thing was fucking alive. It chased me around the room, stabbing my ankles and my feet. I was begging my son to give up this nonsense. Said they could all gang bang me if they wanted, just let me out of my  house of horrors. I was scared and now bleeding and hurt. I was ignored. I tried to get to the master bedroom, limping. Before I could, I saw and evil clown. I have hated clowns since I was a little girl and my daddy tormented me with them. Of course my son knows this; he knows everything and that knowledge was being used against me for his entertainment. I was beginning to go mad. This was insane. Everything I am scared of was in this house.

sadistic phone sex evil mommyI managed to hobble to the bedroom, praying that eventually I would just walk out the front door and this would be over. I saw the mirror and thought if I shined my cell phone in it I might be able to illuminate the room enough to get my bearings and find the window or something to get out. As soon as I shined the light I saw an evil, scary apparition.  A ghostly white face staring back at me. Surely this was not my reflection. I screamed loudly closed my eyes in attempt to make it go away. I counted to ten, but before I reached the end, cold hands throttled my neck saying, “Be one of us Blair.” Be one of what? The dead?  Was I even gonna make it out alive? Was this real or all part of my son’s evil plan to scare the life out of his mother. I fought whatever this creature was  and got away but had scratches all over my face; I could feel blood running down my face. I was panicked, and this game had gone on too long now. I started running, but something, someone grabbed my feet and I fell to the ground. My face smacked hard on the floor. I turned around and saw this bloody, pale girl that looked literally like death pulling me towards her. I screamed and I kicked, but she kept pulling me. Until she pulled me back down into the basement.  I fell several feet through a trap door and banged my body up good. I was lying there on the floor, bloody, in pain, scared shitless, thinking I might actually die in my own house when my son turned on flashing white lights and I looked around and there he was with several friends laughing at me. They started calling me a cry baby whore and kicking me, and spitting on me. I was all ready battered and bruised and bleeding all over. fantasy phone sex mommy taboo

They enjoyed beating the living crap out of me for awhile before jacking their cocks all over me. They enjoyed seeing their cum on my bruised, swollen and bloody body.  They enjoyed fucking my ass repeatedly as I laid their helpless, semi conscious and in need of medical attention. And my son loved turning my house, our pleasure palace, into a house of horrors for me. I love my son, but he is a sick mother fucker who gets off on tormenting me. I barely survived my scare house; I can only imagine what is in store for me next.

Bloody Phone sex with Blair: Be Careful What You Eat

bloody phone sex torture pain slutMy Master thinks I am getting too fat. He hid all the food and is trying to starve me to death. He keeps me  under lock and key in the house. Well today, I couldn’t take it any more as the pain from hunger was just unbearable.  I ransacked the house for anything I could find. And under my Master’s bed I found a case of baby food. I was starving. I opened a bottle and starting emptying it into my mouth. But wait, it was crunchy and within minutes I started bleeding. WTF? There was ground up glass in the jar. I was eating glass. Did Master know it was there and this was a test? Or was it some fluke, some manufacturing flaw? I got scared and I was in pain; but I had to clean up the mess I made and try to make things look like I wasn’t there or Master would be very angry.

My lips and tongue were cut but I stopped the bleeding and thought Master would not know. But he knew the moment he came home I had been a bad girl and slapped me hard across the face. He then grabbed my hair and pulled me hard out to the garage. He put my chains on  and began yelling at me. I had failed his test. He knew I was a weak bitch who could not be trusted so he put glass in the baby food jars and hid them. If a weak bitch, I’d get my comeuppance. I tried to apologize, beg for another chance to be a good slave. Too late, he began spoon feeding me the food with crushed glass. Master made me chew the glass and swallow it. Blood was spurting out my mouth. I kept crying and pleading but he just kept spoon feeding me crushed glass and strained peas. I could taste the blood from my cut tongue, cut lips, cut throat, cut esophagus… I was making gurgling sounds there was so much blood.

 Master was smiling as more blood poured out my mouth. He just kept saying eat up bitch. If you are so hungry, then eat up. I even vomited up bile and blood and he just laughed. He said you think this hurts bitch, wait till you shit it out tomorrow. I had not thought of that. The glass would shred my ass and my intestines. I’d rather starve to death slowly and painfully than to die like this. I will never eat without permission again Master.

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Swallow Me Alive

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When I was a younger girl, I would sit on my daddy’s lap and watch movies like Jaws and Anaconda. I belonged to my daddy. He owned me. Instead of reading me books like Goodnight Moon, we would watch torture porn and horror movies.  I would get aroused watching  Jaws  swallow men whole. When Anaconda came out, I would masturbate furiously to it. Something so arousing about the idea of being eaten alive, actually swallowed hole and forced to live inside someone or some thing’s body. My daddy told me I was the not the only one with vore fantasies. He had often jacked off to the thought of swallowing his baby girl alive. That image has been spank material for me for years. First, I want to be out in the wild, hunted like prey by a ravenous mutant snake. I’m scared and hiding, but its keen senses and stealth hunting tactics prove to be out of my skill league.  It finds me, and paralyzes me with its toxic saliva.  I can’t move, can’t scream. I’m totally helpless. It’s huge mouth opens up and  this mutant snake devours me inch by inch, swallowing me  whole while my daddy watches and masturbates like the sick fuck he is.  I’m sliding slowly into the belly of the beast. Unable to see or move, alone with my thoughts; forced to be inside his belly for years before he digests me or regurgitates my remains. The thought of languishing a slow death inside the belly of a beast soaks my pretty pink cunt.

I have a master who finds the thought of devouring me hot. He doesn’t want to eat me, just swallow me  in my entirety. We role play this often. He kneels behind me, with his mouth open wide and my ass goes in his mouth first until he can fold my body like lawn chair and swallow me whole. Of course, as he devours me, his cock is rock hard and he has to stroke it as he feels his belly expanding from having consumed another living human being.

I’m no vanilla girl. I have no desire to be your phone GFE. I want to be your sick, twisted taboo phone sex whore. What wicked, morbid fantasies do you have in mind for us? Would you like to devour me perhaps? accomplice phone sex taboo fetish

Substitute Teacher

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My teenage niece had been crying over this boy for a couple of weeks; then, she got angry, which made me proud. I’ve never understood why anyone would rely on someone else for their happiness. The woodshop teacher, a friend of mine, asked the turd to return to school later that evening to finish up a project for extra credit. Of course, when he got there, I was there…with one of my most sadistic friends. The shit-head flirted with me, even though I told him that I was a substitute teacher. And, I was going to teach him something alright…
We pressed his fingers directly on the sanding machine. As he yelled out in pain, I told him, “You deserve much worse. In fact, if I could kill you multiple times, I would.” I pushed his blonde curls next to the machine next and watched the blood spurt all over my goggles. It is always amazing how much blood is in the head. My friend, whom I love for his twisted sense of humor, was drilling holes in each one of the young boy’s toes. We nailed him to one of the bookshelves that someone was making; then, we used the electric nail gun on him; we laughed, counting double points for stapling anywhere he was bloodied or bruised. Using sandpaper and a file, we ridded him of what remained of his nipples so there were gaping holes in his chest. He was losing consciousness, so we had only a few more minutes. We used a file to carve out his abdomen and take out his intestines…stringing them along the bookcase. The finishing touches, of course, were mine: I chopped off his cock and shoved it into his mouth. I thought it was all poetic. I delighted in taking pictures for the photography class and draped them all over the adjacent room.

Blazing Malice

So I’m sure by now you’ve heard the rumors going around. Blaze and I are pretty much best friends now, and we do everything together. Even babysit. She brings the video cameras, and I bring the ‘lil ones. Last night was Friday, so we were babysitting for the Mclachlans and their two twins. A tiny little boy and a cute younger girl with an itty-bitty twat. I told Blaze I wanted to watch her brother stick his baby boner into his sister’s pussy hole. But with a twist . . . how hot would it be to make them pretend to be our pets? We could force them to meow or else get sprayed in the face with a spray bottle full of cleaning fluid. She said that type of torture kink would make us a fortune because they’re identical twins and furry friend porn is hot. While she was setting up the equipment, I got us some lines of Coke to ski with and tied down the two little brats. Their eyes were so wide with fear when I told them that we were going to do to have fun. I had to gag the teeny girl with Mr. Mclachlan’s filthy boxers that still had some dried cum in them. She wouldn’t stop crying. I bet they were all creamed-in because her dad got off on stripping his young daughter naked to ‘help her change clothes.’ Don’t you think? Maybe I’ll pull him aside and offer him a nice copy of the DVD of his little daughter playing with her toy blocks like a kitty on her hands and knees. That naked baby girl ass will be all spread open for her lion brother to poke from tight holes behind.  Oh, I can’t wait for Blaze and I to finish editing this footage!

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies with Cassandra: Hurt a Rich Bitch

 

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Before waking up in this dingy disgusting bathroom, the last thing I remember is having a Pixie Stix Martini with this nice young guy at Malone’s. How did I go from an upscale bar to this? As I sat there on the floor trembling, I could hear guys peeing. I asked for help; asked where I was, but I was ignored. I started crying, sobbing actually. No chivalry in this dump. Suddenly the door slammed open, and a guy dragged me by my hair across a dirty tiled floor into a dungeon like room. I was in trouble and I was really scared. So scared, I peed my panties. I started begging for an explanation, pleading to be let go, offered up money. “My daddy is super rich” I said, “He will give you whatever you want.” I was met with a hard slap across the face, and a “Your daddy doesn’t have what we want.” That guy then ripped my clothes off and his friends surrounded me. They began tying me up, kicking me, spitting on me, calling me a stuck up rich bitch. I was so scared.

I actually passed out for awhile. When I awoke, I was tied up spread eagle and had a huge cock in my ass and every hole I have was being violated. Two cocks in my mouth gagging me. I tried to resist but they just got rougher with me. They punched me in the stomach, smacked me across the face, throttled my throat till I passed out from lack of oxygen and when I would come to, they just repeated the cycle of abuse. They kept saying I was a cock tease and a stuck up whore who needed to be put in her place.  I have explored rape phone sex fantasies before, but this was no fantasy. This was real. I was drugged, kidnapped and abused for hours by complete strangers. I had cocks in every hole I got. I was covered in cum. I had bruises and restraint marks all over my body. My face was swollen and bloody from being battered. My ass was bleeding and I think they tore my vagina. I’m not a virgin, but my thighs were covered in blood too. When they were done using and abusing me sexually, they laughed and took pictures of me. I was in the fetal position, crying on that dirty floor, begging for mercy.

Mercy never came. Only fear, only pain, only darkness.

School Nurse

Medical fetish phone sexAll the shits are out of school.  I think summer vacation for the masses is a severe detriment to the education of the young.  There is nothing more irritating then to arrive some place only to find screaming snot machines with their Parents.  Family day they call it.  I call it a nuisance.  They should be in some sort of state run educational program instead.  Perhaps that way they will have a better grasp on what to expect from life, and actually make something of themselves besides fat. 

I would love to be the School Nurse at a state ran mandatory educational institution.  If they didn’t shut up in class, showed lack of attention or manners then they would be sent to me.  Mandatory cavity searches at the start of each day would be administered with as much care as one would give to a gutter whore.  If they refused, then an enema would be administered until they expunged what ever it is that they were trying to hide. 

If they became injured then I would mend them.  If stitches were needed, then they would feel the needle pierce their tender flesh as the cat gut was crisscrossed to close up their wounds.  No anesthetic needed, it is too expensive and they had not earned it.  If they perhaps dislocated a limb, then I would yank the appendage out and re-adjust it so that it would slip back into the socket.  Imagine what type of people they would be if they were to Graduate from this type of environment.  No more thinking the world owes them something, no more being spoiled by stupid parents.  They would be educated, strong and I am sure they would always remember their school nurse Sin.

Gothic Girls Rule

torture-phonesex-karmaI love the darker side of life. Things that go bump in the night. I am the firl with wild dark hair. The one that has tattoos and body piercings. When you see me from across the room with my dark eyeliner and pale skin, you know I am in the forbidden zone. I love the dark and tabboo fantasies and fetishes. Normal, everyday vamilla sex is such a drag. I want to kiss you and bite your lower lip drawing blood and tasting it. Tonight I am going to trun a sweet young cheerleading type into a real goth girl. She has no idea what she is in for She will never go back to the sweet little thing she once was. I have the perfect outfit for her, all the makeup and some special little dark and twisted treats to indtroduce her to. Tonight I am the teacher and she is the student and by the dark of the night I will fill her soul with blackness. My cunt is tingling with anticipation. There is no turning back now!

The Soccer Mom

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Ahhhh.  The Soccer Mom.  The topic of many of conversation.  I fucking HATE Soccer Moms.  They for the most part are just slaves to their families.  To me slaves are to be abused, used, and then tossed aside when they are done being useful.  However, they can be used for other things.  Things that the common person would never think of using them for.

Take for instance Leslie.  Leslie used to live very close to me, her and her three little demons. I would see her loading them up into their minivan, yelling for them to hurry up, her looking like she had been tortured by a make up artist on crack.  She was just a fucking mess.  To top it all of, she was just a bitch.  She thought her little vagina bullets were the best things on earth.  The fuck they were.  Three tiny little bitches in training to be just like their Mother.

You know about my friend.  I have mentioned him so many times in my blogs before.  He was over when he heard Leslie screaming for her bitches to get in the damn van, they were late!  He started to laugh and told me he had an idea.  He stayed at my place until Leslie got home, as soon as she pulled up, he hauled ass over to her driveway.  I had no clue what the hell he was doing.  I saw him point at me in the window and Leslie waved at me.  Her idiot botched abortions started to run toward my place.  My friend was walking behind them with Leslie.

I opened the door and gave him a WTF look, he winked at me.  I just shrugged, as soon as the door shut he picked up the poker from my fire place and cracked Leslie across that back of the head with it.  The bitches started to wail.  He walked over to them and smacked them all across the face, they shut up pretty damn quick.  He looked at me and told me to help him.  We hauled the baby maker up the stairs, stripped her, tied her up, gagged her, then tied the wee bitches together and tethered them to the radiator.

Once the Soccer Mom woke up, it was torture time.  Have you ever smelled burnt flesh? The way his dick jumped when he held that knife blade against her skin right after he held the blow torch to it was amazing to watch.  When he was done there was no more Leslie, and her bitch babies were full of his cum, and full of his knife blade wounds.