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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.

Porcelain Barbie Doll A Left A bloody Mess

Torture phone sexYou want to dress me up like a porcelain Barbie doll make so pretty and perfect. Gently putting me on my knees like a princess you are going to make love too. Bam! you slap me upside the head one way and then slap me again the other way. You slam your boot down on my head pressing the side of my face tightly against the floor. You punch me hard in the cunt several times. I yelp from the pain and that annoys you. Your boot smushes my face onto the cold hard floor. I feel you fucking my cunt with two fingers, then three, then four. Your hand deep inside me fisting me hard. I feel you pounding against my uterus. I try not to scream but I can’t help it I am in too much pain and I belt out a loud horrendous scream. You get so pissed off that you lift my body up by my cunt and then slam me back down on the hard floor. My head bounces off the ground knocking me unconscious. When I wake up I am tied to your bedpost. I look down and my body is a bloody bruised mess. And my tits were cut off. A far cry from the Barbie doll that walked in here.

Strangulation Phone Sex

strangulation phone sexStrangulation phone sex fantasies consume me. I am an erotic asphyxiation girl. I get a rush from blocking my breathing as I masturbate. I am often found with purple rings around my throat. I use scarves, ties and belts, whatever I can to get that euphoric feeling before I orgasm. Last night, I wanted something more, so I went to an asphyxiation club. It’s an underground club only. The patrons are vetted by the owner to keep out criminals and cops. I found this one guy who made my cunt wet with a glance. He put his hand around my throat like I would a big fat dick. He wanted me to know he could crush my larynx with a squeeze. He was the one. We got a private room. He chained me up and put a vibrator on my clit. Holy fuck that vibe was moving a mile a minute on my clit. It was hard not to just cum then. He could see I was near orgasm and he tightened his grip. It was such a tight grip that I passed out. I woke back up with him skull fucking me. His hands still around my throat, I was struggling to breathe again. This time the orgasm was his. He dumped a huge load in my mouth, then tossed me across the room. He was done with me. I looked at myself in the mirror and my eyes were blood shot and my neck purple. I’m so glad this club is here. Makes erotic asphyxiation hotter with a partner.