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Strangulation Phone Sex Because I Can

strangulation phone sexStrangulation phone sex I enjoy. Of course, you cannot strangle me. If you even think about it, I will rip your cock off with my teeth. Men underestimate me all the time. But I can strangle the life out of you. Sometimes, like this weekend, it was all I could do to save my life. A guy hired me to help him kill his baby mama who he told me wanted to bleed him dry.

Normally, I do not ask questions. I take the money and run. I am an equal opportunity killer. But this guy misrepresented himself. And he wanted me to kill his daughter too. Why? Just to save money? When I questioned his motives, he tried to strangle me. Misogynistic men never survive me. So, I gave him a swift kick to his nuts. And I pulled out a knife I had strapped under my breasts and sliced his tendon. That hobbles a man quickly.

Men Who Try to Hurt Me End Up Dead

Although I wanted to make him a snuff porn star then, I also love to make folks suffer. The slice to the tendon did cause significant pain, but not enough for my preference. I cut and stabbed him a bunch more times, but not enough to kill him. Just enough to make him wish he was dead. I planned on strangling him to death like he attempted to do to me. Karma is a bitch I told him.

After a couple hours of torture, I strangled him. Watching the life run out of his eyes, I just smiled. He put up a good fight, but I evened the playing field when I sliced his tendon and left him with over 100 cuts on his body. Of course, I took the money he agreed to pay me. Never did kill his wife. She would be better off without him. I dumped his lifeless body in a wooded area for wild animals to feast on. I killed him at his house, not mine this time. But I left none of my DNA at his place. I am a smart killer, even when I kill in impulse.

Men, I am stronger than I look. Do not attempt to hurt or kill me unless you have death wish.

Cock and Ball Torture Sex with Pantyhose Men Never See Coming

torture sexI enjoy torture sex. But I did not always. That was because I was on the wrong end of the torture. Now I get to inflict some pain back. Feels like retribution to me. Revenge on men like my father who force fucked me and used me for years, even decades. As a switch, I decide now what cocks I let fuck me. And which cocks I torture.

Some men beg for the cock and ball torture. However, most men remain clueless about their worthless dicks. And they think they can force fuck me with a pinky dick.  Some men know they cannot satisfy a woman like men. And men like that I respect. At least they understand I am out of their league. Guys like that get cock and ball torture sex. But men like Harry who think 5 inches is big, and act insulted when I laugh, deserve castration phone sex.

Men Who Have Small Dicks Should Never Try to Force Fuck Women

This loser pulled his dick out at a concert last night. And when me and my girlfriend laughed at him, he tried to spike my cider with some sort of drug. Roofie I assume. They make these strips to test your drinks, and I carry them wherever I go. A hot bitch can never be too safe. And once I realized, I decided on revenge. So, I took him home. But not to fuck. To destroy his junk so he could never fuck again.

I drugged him. A girl can roofie a man too. But unlike me, he never saw it coming. Until he woke up on my couch with my pantyhose tied tightly around his balls and cock. He did not seem amused. So, I told him he did not deserve his balls. His balls looked super blue, and I know he felt too.

Some girls might use their heels or a knife to castrate. Not me. I popped his nuts off with my pantyhose. That was a first for me. But he deserved it. Men with small dicks and rape phone sex fantasies for women out of their league do not deserve their balls.  I kept his balls as a souvenir. To remind me that I no longer need to be the victim of torture.

Snuff Porn Star Blair is Running Out of Her 9 Lives

snuff pornAs a snuff porn star, I get myself in one bad jam after another. My problem is that I take everyone at their word.  Perhaps, my problem has more to do with my love for cocaine, LOL. I want to believe what people tell me because I am desperate for coke.  Or the money to buy coke.

With my son I know he gets rough. But he gives me so much coke, and the good shit too, that I never feel it until the coke wears off. And then I just do more coke. But sometimes I answer ads in fetish and kink magazines or work with snuff directors for cash or in exchange for coke. And even though we agree to terms, they rarely adhere to them. But I keep remaining hopeful that one will. Or perhaps that’s just my desperation that is being optimistic.

Leroy and I go back a few years. And I have never had an issue with him. But this week he lit me up and almost ruined me. No safe words honored. No limits adhered to either. And now I can barely walk. I almost became a real snuff sex victim. He sent me to the ER for stitches. I told my husband I fell. I’m such a good actress, he believes every bullshit story I tell him.

I am Running Out of Lives

I signed up for a hardcore bondage photo shoot. But what I got turned out quite differently. He beat me to a pulp. Punched me in the face repeatedly. Not even my boy does that to me. He knows how valuable my sniffer is. Not sure what got into Leroy. He’s never been this violent with me. But after the last punch put a gash in my head he apologized and told me someone paid him for a violent phone sex session, and I was the only one he could think of who could handle that level of pain.

But I just barely handled that level of pain. Now I have 15 stitches in my head, a broken nose, and a few cracked ribs plus countless bruises. So, I guess I have no “safe,” supplier anymore.  And no nose to snort the coke and dull the pain. Not even my son would ruin my sniffer.

Bloody phone sex makes my snuff pussy explode

Bloody phone sex means I am soaked head to toe. I love lying tits deep in fresh blood. I feel like I will turn into a vampire, forever young and beautiful. When my clit hits warm blood, I can cum instantly. Nice and sticky, I am ready for my Master’s perverted torments. Bloody phone sex
Master usually starts by beating me with his belt until my tits are covered in bloody welts. He calls me a filthy whore and tells me to beg for more. “Louder, you worthless cumrag!” he screams as the leather bites into my flesh. “Beg me to allow you to pleasure me with your holes!”
Only when my voice is raw and bleeding does he consider me adequately punished. He unchains me and forces me to crawl to his feet, kissing and licking his combat boots. I look up at him pleadingly, tears and snot running down my face. “Please, Master, use my cunt!”
Master grabs a fistful of my filthy hair and drags me upstairs. He shoves me face-first into the mirror. “Look at yourself, you disgusting whore. What do you see?”
“Your pathetic bitch, Sir!” I sob. “A broken object for you to ruin however you wish!”
He backhands me across the face. “That’s right. Now go prepare one of the donors.”
I scramble to obey, knowing what this means. I climb into bed with a naked, unconscious man. Probably some poor slob Master drugged and brought back here to be my favorite living dildo. I wrap my cunt around his flaccid cock and start to grind, feeling him begin to swell inside me.
It’s so deliciously degrading to rape a helpless victim, to use his body for my own pleasure without his consent. I ride him harder, panting and moaning like an animal.
I’m so lost in perverse ecstasy that I barely even feel the first cut. The knife slices into my tit, and searing pain explodes through my body. I convulse and howl, cumming violently on my rape victim’s cock. My blood pours down my chest and splatters his face. I go wild and suck the blood from my Snuff sex victim.

Bloody Phone Sex Fantasies Find Inspiration in Horror Movies

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex fantasies I masturbate to often. I love the sight, the smell, the feel and taste of blood. Perhaps, I should have been a vampire. It should be no surprise that I love horror movies. I am not the rom com kind of woman. Not the romance kind either. So, no Notebook for me. Sometimes, horror movies inspire my kills.

I love Eli Roth movies for their graphic nature. And Hostel 2 might just be my favorite. For one scene too. Although I love the premise that we can buy a snuff experience, the movie resonates with me because of this one scene. A woman buys a snuff experience in the opening of the film. And she buys a young woman too. Then she suspends her above her while she lies in a metal bathtub 4 foot below her. And after she teases the kidnaped girl with a sickle, she eventually splits her open and lets her blood and entrails wash over her.

Horror Movies Like Hostel 2 Inspire My Snuff Kills

But that scene alone inspired many of my snuff sex kills. And I saw an opportunity to recreate another movie moment over the weekend. I lured this young teen girl to my place. She thought I hired her to walk my dogs not to bathe in her blood. When it comes to blood, a young girl makes the perfect victim. A young girl’s blood tastes sweeter. It took nothing to subdue her once she picked up on my sinister vibes.

I knocked her out. And she woke up naked and suspended over my also naked body. She looked like an angel flying above me. Her fear made my pussy wetter. I took my sickle and slowly sliced her open. Her blood cascaded over me like a wave. Her entrails followed. As I rubbed her bright red blood into my Goth white skin, I saw the life drain out of her. Literally drain out of her.

But I took in the experience. Savored my sadistic phone sex kill. Young virgin blood will help me age gracefully. And keep me looking like I am in my 20s still. She may not have appreciated her sacrifice, but I did. I even saved some of her blood for my morning smoothies.

Torture sex, a special gift from Accomplice to Daddy

Torture sex I’ve got a special Torture sex treat in store for you today. Daddy’s favorite accomplice has gifted you the most exquisite pleasure device for our evil games. The second that wicked toy touched my tight little cunt, I knew it was destined for depraved greatness.
I lured her into my place, ate her pussy, and made her cum a bunch. You know how horny little teen sluts can be. I made her cum so much she is under my spell now and will do anything I tell her. You need those little cunts to suffer if you want to cum as hard as possible. I think we should strap her into my torture chair, Daddy. Wrists and ankles are shackled, completely exposed, and vulnerable.
Her tight little body is begging for you to paint it with bruises and welts. She is an object. Her purpose is to suffer for our orgasms. Pitch those pink nipples so hard they pop off. She looks so helpless in that chair. Now the rope is around her neck, and your cock is down her throat. Should we turn this into a Snuff sex game? Make the bitch drown in your cum!

 

Knife Play Phone Sex Gives Me More Control Over Your Death and Suffering

knife play phone sexGuys ask me my favorite type of call often and I always respond with knife play phone sex. Sometimes, they seem perplexed when I give that answer. I think they expect me to say snuff or castration. But here is the thing. I use a knife for both of those types of calls and so much more. Without my knives, I cannot do most of the things I enjoy.

Sure, I could use a gun to kill a person. And I could even shoot a man’s dick or balls off. But guns take the fun out of the torture for me because a gun kills if you have great aim with little suffering. And if I shoot your dick off, I cannot control the bleeding or much of anything. And I love my victims to suffer at my hands. I enjoy prolonging your agony or our victim’s agony with torture sex.

Knives just give a sadist like me more control. So, maybe now you understand why I say knife play phone calls are my favorite. Just a few days ago, I stabbed a man to death with great pleasure. He had it coming. But I prolonged it as long as I could. Hours of small cuts on his body. Followed by increasingly deeper cuts for blood loss. Of course, some cock and ball torture too.

Pick a Fair Fight or I May End You Myself

You may think what I did to him presents as overkill but hear me out. He’s the abusive ex of a friend of mine. My friend left him, but he refused to let her get her things. They lived together for years. Changed the locks on her. That I would not kill for, but I would show him who’s the boss. He killed her cat. A horrific death too. And I simply have no tolerance for any man who abuses or kills animals. Pick a fair fight. I like animals more than people.

Castration phone sex would not even the score. A life for a life. Some may say a cat’s life is not the same as a human’s life. But I disagree. Anyone who kills an animal does not play fair and will only escalate. I saved women from another Ted Bundy. And the animals in the woods behind my house served as my accomplices yet again.

Cannibalism phone sex whores get roasted slowly

Cannibalism phone sexCannibalism phone sex whore. Signed her body and soul over to a powerful Master. He is a sick and twisted individual with no limits to his cruelty. He branded me as his personal fucktoy slut, his unending entertainment. So here I am, tied to this spit rod, slowly being turned over a low fire.
With each turn, he laughs to himself. Pokes my skin and says, “Almost tender!” I didn’t know if he was really going to cook me over the flames at this point. Master takes a perverse joy in letting me wonder what my fate will be.
Alas, I did not die. I only wish I had. He had me stuck on that spit for hours. Most of the time, I was a good Torture sex slave. But in the last hour, I could smell my flesh, smokey, sweet, and I could imagine it so juicy. I was so hungry and tired I cried out. I just wanted a little bit, but he denied me. Instead, he made me choke on his rod while he took a little taste.

Snuff Movies with My Eldest Son Hurts But Gets Me Coke

snuff moviesMy eldest son, technically my stepson, forces me to make snuff movies with him. Violent, hardcore snuff flicks that seem so real, that most times I think I might die. He’s been blackmailing me for years. My coke habit he supports but I need to really work for it, especially this new pink cocaine that’s so good and strong.

When he calls, I come. Because if I do not, he will tell his father all about the coke I do still. And he will tell his father about every sick and depraved thing I have done to get coke. My husband might stay with me if he thinks I am an addict. But if he knew about the gangbang rape porn I have made in the name of coke, he would leave me and take the boys with him.

So, I am a slave to my stepson. Always will be his slave, his cock sleeve too. Although, I hate being his beck and call whore, I have no choice. Last night, he needed his cash cow to abuse for his live stream. Nonstop abuse. First, he put a mix of oranges and apples in a pillowcase and beat me with them. It is a weird form of torture. You feel the pain. But no bruises on the body. It’s like magic torture.

My Eldest Son Enjoys Beating Mommy Beautiful for His Viewers

Because he live streamed this, the invisible bruises did not stay invisible. His fans wanted blood and bruises. So, he gave them what they wanted. My stepson enjoys inflicting torture sex. He swung a baseball bat at my rib cage. Although I heard some bones break, I did not feel them until I woke up this morning when the pink cocaine wore off.

The same bat that cracked a few ribs, prolapsed my asshole too. It is not a live stream party until he forces me to push out my asshole for some abuse and humiliation. And of course he turned my prolapse into his cock sleeve. That’s a given. I feel grateful that he did not have much time to abuse me. Who knows what would have happened if he had longer time. Small blessings, I guess.

He Thinks I Have the Perfect Ass for Ass Rape Porn

ass rape pornMy ass is perfect for ass rape porn. At least that’s what men tell me often. I think it has nothing to do with my ass. But more to do with my vulnerability. As a coke whore, men know they can make me do anything for a fix. My reputation as a desperate whore seems solid. Anytime I meet a new man, he knows me from my hardcore anal videos and photos. Men have documented my transformation from a soccer mom to a full-fledged anal coke whore.

Seems like every week, my ass takes more of a beating. Some days, I wonder if my colon will burst or fall out of my body. Yes, my ass takes that much of a beating. Most days, I never realize it is even happening because the coke dulls the pain. And I deal with the aftermath the next day when I feel the full brunt of the violence men like you subjected me too.

Olivier is not a nice man. But I need him. He is sort of my last resort. When I have exhausted all other options, I go to this notorious snuff porn maker for coke. And I get that coke, but my ass pays the ultimate price. Truly it pays. On Monday, I ran out of my generous coke supply that my regular dealer gave me. Holiday weekends, I blow through the blow. And Olivier gave me a nice big bag of coke on Monday to get through rest of the month. But my ass paid the price.

My Ass Pays the Price for My Coke Addiction

Oliver is a big man. He gets entertained easily. I watched him dip his fist in Vaseline. And I knew I would soon be his anal puppet. He shoved his fist so far up my ass that I felt like a puppet. He swung me around the room like a kite. But sadly, I was not high as a kite. So, I felt it all. When he removed his hand, my ass came out with it. But he just laughed and joked that he could swing me around by my prolapsed asshole.

And he did. I felt like his ass lasso. But eventually, he grew tired of me. And he let me go home to get high. Although I feel numb from the coke, my ass feels everything. No matter how high I get, this taboo phone sex anal whore still feels the brunt of Oliver’s abuse. My ass might be out of commission for a while.