Tag: Taboo phone sex

Torture Sex Can Go too Far Even for a Seasoned Pain Slut Like Me

torture sexTorture sex is always profitable. Not always enjoyable for me, but if I can withstand the pain, I can make bank or at least have enough to score some blow. The cost of coke has skyrocketed. There are less dealers around too, so I must go to the ones I use to avoid like the plague. Beggars cannot be choosers. I go to whoever has coke and do whatever that person wants.  Marc wanted to abuse me first on film. He told me that he had some guys who pay to see women abused. I am not talking about slapping me around or rough sex. I mean electrocution, cutting my flesh, penetration with large objects and strangulation kind of torture. It was worse than snuff sex. I mean this guy was getting off on really hurting me. He was directing his assistant to do the bodily harm. He was my costar I guess and the asshole who had the coke was the director. I was struggling to keep up with everything that was being done to me. I could smell my burning flesh. I did not like it one bit. My nipples were smoldering from electrocution. My throat was restricting from the strangulation. I think he collapsed part of my trachea because I was making a weird whistling sound out of my mouth and my neck was black, blue and purple. I had cuts all over my body that were bleeding at a steady rate. I think my nose was broken. Pretty certain, I have some kidney bruising from the sucker punches too. I am a masochist. I love pain, but this was way over my threshold. I puked on camera. I pissed myself and I was crying. I begged to be released. Said fuck the coke. And for me to do that it was way too much torture phone sex pain. He did not listen to me. He just kept torturing me until I passed out. I woke up naked on the floor with a bag of coke beside me. I had to lay there all night before I had the strength to even do a line.

Real Goth Teen Phone Sex Means Real Pain

Goth teen phone sex

 

All of these little goth teen phone sex bitches who think they have dark souls because they had a rough life need to get a fucking clue.  And I’m going to give it to them.  Those gloomy girls need something to cry about other than mommy and daddy not giving them as much attention as they’d like.  So, as it goes, I’m going to give them some attention that they’ll definitely hate to ensure that their dim outlook on the world is well founded and that the crocodile tears they love to cry are filled with pain.

Imprisonment works wonders for making a tragically gothic styled girlie feel the bleakness of their bland and boring daily lives.  I keep them locked up for a couple of days without any contact with anyone, even myself.  48 straight hours of solitude in a dim and dingy basement is living hell for a teen slut.  No texting, no social media, no parents to get into some weird, angsty fight with.  Just their completely naked, stripped down selves in an empty cell.

When I finally show up in their cold little prison, they always start crying and pleading with me to let them go.  Always.  I tell them that I will in due time but they aren’t ready to be released yet.  I’m not lying to them, I mean it.  I like the potential in them, they just need some help realizing it so they can live a truly melancholy life of gothic misery.  I want them out there in the world spreading their little bits of misery to everyone, but first, they have to learn their lesson.

When I strap them down, they fucking lose their shit.  Those mere moments of freedom between the cell and the Saint Andrew’s cross I lock them up on for proper torturing purposes gives them a glimmer of hope, but the iron shackles locked tight around their ankles and wrists rips it away instantly.  Sometimes they get violent and try to bite or headbutt me, it messes with them so much.  I get it, I don’t blame them a bit.  But I can’t be getting knocked out by some random slut’s oversized forehead or what have you, so I encase their cabeza’s in a big heavy skull mask.  Cools their jets instantly.

From there, I shove a fat black dildo that I attached to the end of an ax handle deep into their counterfeitly catastrophic cunts and take them through whippings and beatings with various tools and implements.  Wooden spoons and stinging nettles are a pretty fun flogging combo.  For me, anyway.  I’m also fond of taking handfuls of thumb tacks and throwing them at my captives as hard as I can.  Leaves really cool marks and sometimes I even get some to stick, it’s pretty fucking funny.

As promised, when I’m satisfied with my work and am certain that they’ll never forget the time they spent with me, I take them out to a completely random location and let them go.  What they do and where they go from there is up to them.  I like to think that they go on to spread real pain and suffering throughout the world instead of the fake as fuck, woe is me grim and gothic phone sex shit that they did in the past.  We’ll see.

 

Castration Phone Sex is a Risk With Me Because I am a Sick Bitch

castration phone sexI was in a castration phone sex mood last night. That is not uncommon. Most men piss me off. They think because I have a pussy I will just be spread and ready for them. I am not a typical girl. If you have called me or met me out at a Goth bar, then you know fuck calls are not my thing. I need violence to get off. And don’t even think about it. No violence towards me. I am not your bitch or your whore. If I am going to cum, I need to hurt you. Now, sometimes that is just a cut or a stab. But sometimes, you die while fucking me. It is a risk you take having sex with a sadistic bitch. I am like a female praying mantis. They bite the heads off their male lovers after copulating. They get what they needed from the male species, kill the lover and move on. Now, I do not always kill a male lover, but when I do it is because some loser gets all sappy over me. I do not spoon. I do not do pillow talk either. I do not give a fuck about your day. I do not give a fuck about cuddling. Troy would not shut the fuck up after we fucked. He wanted to know what my dreams were and my astrological sign. He got to star in an impromptu snuff porn. Normally, I am not an impulsive killer. I plan and stalk my prey, so I do not get caught. But Troy was the most annoying mother fucker I ever fucked. If I went to jail, no better kill to send me there than that sappy ass loser. I cut his cock clean off and stuffed it in his mouth. I did not cauterize the wound. I let him bleed all over his bed. The kill had jilted lover all over it which was not exactly the case. This was not a revenge kill. This was a mercy killing. My mercy. If I had to hear him yap one more time, I was going to kill myself. Hey, consider yourself warned. I am a taboo phone sex bitch not a GFE.

Taboo Phone Sex Rape Fantasies for Mommy

taboo phone sexI am all about taboo phone sex fantasies. I may be a soccer mom, but I have dark fantasies. I love to explore them with callers. I think my favorite is a mommy rape fantasy. Although my sons never have to force me to fuck them, I find myself masturbating often to the thought of them and some of their teenage friends force fucking me. I am not talking about a few minutes of rough sex before I give in and realize I like it. I am talking about never enjoying it. I like the idea of my sons having a few extra boys over for a sleepover. My husband is out of town for the night, so it is me alone with say 5 teenage boys. They raid the liquor cabinet while I am sleeping and decide that I should be their gangbang rape porn star for the night. I wake up in bed startled by my sons and their friends surrounding me. I think maybe something is wrong, so I ask them. They never speak to me. They just look at me with these evil looks before they pin me to the bed and start ripping off my clothes. I am fighting them, even screaming, but they just ignore me. They start calling me names and yelling at me for cock teasing them. I try to fight them off, but 5 teenage boys are way stronger than 1 soccer mom. They slap me, choke me, fuck my ass and my cunt. They make sure every hole of mine is double stuffed with boy cock. I know something must be wrong with me to have such violent rape phone sex fantasies, but I do. Do you ever fantasize about forcing yourself on your own mother? Maybe we could explore it. I would be your willing victim.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Explored with Me as Your Accomplice

rape phone sex fantasiesDo you have rape phone sex fantasies? Every man I talk to does. On my taboo phone line, you can share your darkest fantasies with me. I can be your victim or your accomplice. I like both roles, but as I get older, I enjoy the accomplice role more. I have paid my dues. Men have explored their rape fantasies with me since I was just a little girl. It started with daddy and his friends, then it was just man after man who saw me as nothing more than fuck meat. I get it. I am a blonde bimbo with whore titties. But you know what else I am? I am an excellent wingman because little girls have no stranger danger for women. They see me as a milf not a P accomplice phone sex partner. They never think I am luring them to the likes of men like you until it is way too late. Tom used me to lure a little girl away from her pack at the park. I had a puppy with me, and she fell right into my P van. She got right in the van with me and the puppy. I drove her to this roadside no-tell motel where junkies and whores hangout. Tom was waiting for me in a room. The girl was scared now, but her screams were silenced with a ball gag. I gave her a shot of heroin in her arm to subdue her. This was the kind of motel where everyone minds their own fucking business because everyone is doing something criminal. Tom was very happy with the little slit I brought him. She laid on the creaky bed half out of it. He fucked her repeatedly, popping her ass and pussy cherries. Those sheets have seen blood before, because there were old and fresh stains. For a few hours this little cunt was a teen rape porn star, and she did not even realize it. We dumped her on the side of the rode on the outskirts of town and drove off to find our next little teen porno queen.

Knife Play Phone Sex is My Favorite Way to Kill

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex is my favorite. I am prone to violent tendencies.  A knife is my weapon of choice for many reasons. I have more control over a knife, and it takes skill to kill with one. Plus, you can do more things with a knife than a gun. You can stab, slice, gut, dismember, castrate, and slit throats with a knife and so much more. A gun has less variety. You shoot or pistol whip. No skill involved if you are in close range. Just aim and pull the trigger. Can you tell vanilla sex is not my thing. Vanilla is an ice cream flavor, not a type of sex, LOL. I was like Wednesday Adams as a schoolgirl. I wanted to play with knives not Barbie dolls. I never hurt animals like a typical sociopath. I do not think I am a sociopath. I just like to kill people. Not just any person, but folks who annoy the fuck out of me like mean girls, cock teases, tools, brats and shrimp dicks. I have always been full of killer phone sex fantasies. I have no set pattern other than I use a knife. I do not have a type I kill other than the fact that they have annoyed me in some way, but that is an indiscernible pattern to the authorities. I am never on anyone’s radar because I leave no trace. The bodies are never found because I will feed carcasses to the wildlife. They are bear shit or coyote shit and no one is testing the DNA in wild animal shit. I make a great accomplice because I can help you hunt and kill while keeping you off the radar of the authorities too. You just might have to modify some things like location and target to stay off that radar, but with me as your accomplice phone sex partner, I will help you have a satisfying surrogate kill.

Snuff Me Out

Taboo Phone Sex

I found out that my boyfriend was into some serious snuff and I caught him jerking off while doing all sorts of crazy drugs! Meth, cocaine, acid! He just wouldn’t stop and after I tried to beg him he had enough. He calls over all of his friends to help shut me up with their cocks and blades and whips. I felt the first cock shove so far down my throat that he had to have torn something because I coughed up straight blood and then two more entered my cunt as knives sliced the soft skin of my stomach. They took pieces of me bit by bit and part by part. They took the knife and dragged it down lower and lower.

 

snuff sex is all i get

snuff sex

My boyfriend loves to try new toys on me. Usually, they end up with me having excruciating pains. I never had a clue that I would end up with a man who loves snuff sex. It wasn’t my plan to stay with him, and once he proved to me that h had a special bond with pain-inflicting toys, I thought I’d be done with him. The joke was on me because I found my body craving the pain instead of stopping it. It’s like it fed a part of me that was deep inside hidden. Who knew that pain and torture were what I wanted more than anything? I feel pain from being with someone who enjoys snuff like no other.

Torture Sex And Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Fulfilled With Young Slut

Torture sex is what the little slut next door got. Their parents leave her alone all the time. I told her to come by and like a dumb young slut, she did. I gave her a special punch that knocked her out. I had my friend coming over and i was going to use her to fulfill my Rape phone sex fantasies.

Torture sex

She looked like a cute little bald pussy slut who would do anything if you just gave her some attention. I undressed her and tied her hands up. I put a ball gag in her mouth in case she woke up. When my friend walked in and saw her little body tied up, his big black cock poked out of his pants. He didn’t want to wait any longer and shoved his cock into her tight bald pussy hole. I watched as my rape phone sex fantasies were coming true and i played with my cunt. He gave her the first taste of torture sex. I could see her little hole bleeding as he ripped it open with his big black cock. He doesn’t stop until he filled her cunt up. We were not done with her yet. I knew her mother wouldn’t get home until early morning, that is enough time for me to get some live Ass rape porn. 

Snuff Movies and Ass Porn I Have Auditioned for All My Life

snuff moviesI have auditioned for a lot of snuff movies in my life. Story of my life really. Even before I got married and started a family, I did a few snuff flicks. I have never been very high brow as they say. I have had a coke addiction since I was a teen girl thanks to my coke addicted, incest loving mother. This apple does not fall far from the tree. I needed money last week, so I answered this ad in the back of a dirty magazine. It was a bondage and hardcore BDSM magazine. The kind I use to pose for when I was younger and hotter. Turns out the director was the very first director to star me in an ass rape porn video when I was 18. He remembered this red-headed nasty freak even though it has been 20 years. He said I have not aged one bit. He was too kind. He made me an anal sensation. For awhile there, I made top dollar doing hardcore anal sex porn. Then I got labeled as a druggie and unreliable and a bit used up, so the legitimate studios blackballed me. This director was once only working with the top tiered fresh meat, but he is older and has had some legal issues, so now he is a broker. He makes underground violent films for private viewers. This was a hardcore ass film, and he knew it was his lucky day seeing me in front of the camera. I took some sexy stills like the one in this blog before the fun began. I got a large metal hook in my ass and some studio assistant hoisted me in the air. I felt like a BDSM Peter Pan swaying back and forth. Then suddenly, the assistant let me fall to the ground. It hurt. I was stunned. The hook fell out of my ass but was quickly replaced by cocks. Suddenly, a small army of men with huge cocks made me their gangbang rape porn star. The meat hook was just to stretch my ass out. At one point I had I think 6 big black cocks in my tiny asshole. This was nothing like the soft-core ass porn I did for this guy in the early 2000s. This was a violent gang bang that went on so long my ass prolapsed and went numb. I got my cash and coke, but it will be a while before my ass heals.