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Your Pain Is My Pleasure

torture phonesex karmaIt is so easy to get a mans dick hard and once that happens it’s all over but the crying. Or so the saying goes. Little do they know that once I get them in my grasp it isn’t over until there is a lot of crying, and begging and screaming!
He was a typical man, all into what ever I wanted. Claiming to love kinky, dark and fucked up shit. but not really knowing shit about what he was saying.
We were at the store picking up a few things before we were going to head out to my place in the woods, and we saw this awesome curling iron. The first thing he said was that it looked like a sex toy. He bought it thinking he was going to use it on me. Little did he know I would be in charge.
As soon as he was in chains I got out the candles. Today was going to be a burning day.
He was so turned on when I lite the first candle exclaiming how he loved the feel of hot wax on his body.
All i could do was smile. It wasn’t long before he was screaming as I burnt his flesh in little blistering circles all over his body.
When he saw me start up the generator and plug in his very own choice of toys, the curling iron, he began to plead like a fucking baby.
How fucking pitiful for him and what a turn on for me. I let that fucking thing get nice and hot (the package claims it gets to 400 degrees) before shoving it straight up his pitiful ass.
His screams stirring the fire between my legs, I had to cum. The icing on the cake was when I took out my knife and sliced his ball sac straight up the middle, pulling the round nuggets out of their sac, but leaving them attached to the tubes and placing them in my mouth.
I knelt in front of him with his still attached balls in my mouth, fucking my cunt, looking up at him while he cried and begged. Just as my pussy began to twitch and spew it’s juices I bit his balls and the rush of fluid in my mouth from the inside of them took me over the edge and gave me the release I needed!torture phonesex iron

Closer

Sadistic Phone Sex

Lyrics from Nine Inch Nails

You let me violate you

You let me desecrate you

You let me penetrate you

You let me complicate you

Help me, I broke apart my insides

Help me, I’ve got no soul to sell

Help me, the only thing that works for me

Help me get away from myself

I wanna fuck you like an animal

I wanna feel you from the inside

I wanna fuck you like an animal

My whole is existence is flawed

You get me closer to God

You can have my isolation

You can have the hate that it brings

You can have my absence of faith

You can have my everything

I wanna fuck you like an animal

I wanna feel you from the inside

I wanna fuck you like an animal

My whole existence is flawed

You get me closer to God

Help me tear down my reason

Help me it’s your sex I can smell

Help me you’re making me perfect

Help me become somebody else

I wanna fuck you like an animal

I  wanna feel you from the inside

I wanna fuck you like an animal

My whole existence is flawed 

You get me closer to God

A Book For Her

I don’t often keep my slaves for very long. A few months is pretty much the longest they survive. Either I get tired of them and they no longer bring me pleasure, which insures their death in a slow and painful fashion as punishment for displeasing me in any way. Or they simply can’t stand  the torture inflicted upon them for my pleasure and they wither away. Weakness tends to take most of them and yet this too makes my pussy wet, knowing that I wore them down physically and emotionally. Demonstrating my dominance and superiority yet again. However Val was with me for almost nine years. She was in her late 20’s when I “obtained her” I won her from a friend who had enslaved her a few months before she became mine. When I first won Val I inflicted as much pain as I could upon her to test her will. Each time she surprised me. Torture that had caused others to pass out, cry, plead and beg for mercy, she took with a glassy look in her eyes, rarely flinching and never, ever crying out. She challenged me each and every time to push things further, to find more ways to inflict more pain. The constant challenge she presented brought me earth shattering orgasms and spawned more deviant ways to torture her. Yet each time she withstood my abuse, and I would cum not only from the pleasure of torturing her but from admiration of her resolve. After having her for about a year she happened to get pregnant  when a close friend won the chance to fuck her in a poker game one night. Fuck I was pissed when she started showing and I stepped up the torture for the rush of watching her loose the fucking thing at my hands. But true to form Val didn’t loose it, she had that little fucker and to my delight it was a girl. I made sure it was well cared for because if this little fucking thing had half of what her mother did in guts and fortitude she would be an excellent second generation slave. Over the years the mother/daughter duo has provided me with many hours of pleasure. Val died last week and I have to say I felt a slight twinge of sadness, but knew I still had her offspring. As a slave she certainly was not getting buried or getting any type of ceremony honoring her life or service. However I did feel like I wanted to keep a piece of her. So I gutted and skinned her, feeding her flesh to her daughter over the last week. I bottled her blood and stretched and dried her skin. I have cut her skin into pages creating a book bound by her dried intestines and using her blood as ink. I have begun to pen some of the most horrific moments of our time together to enjoy in the future. I am naming it “Valley of Death”torture phonesex angie

A Rape Fantasy and Murder Fantasy: I don’t Think So!

imageedit_67_4044709689I was the ‘other woman’-in a sadistic love triangle-lasting for 6 months-until we killed your wife. Yesterday, I was your accomplice, as we tortured-defiled-and made your wife the victim-and recipient of our rape fantasies (brought into fruition).  I crawled silently on the floor-to your bedroom-where she slept alone-waiting for your return.  You returned all right-after ejaculating inside of my asshole-I love rough sex (HAHAHA). You were behind me, holding a fucking-huge-nail-spiked baseball bat-to be used to bludgeon your wife to death.  I carried jagged edge knives in my bra-and a large spiked, strapon cock (attached to my hip, via a holster-like a pistol (HAHAHAHA)).  After restraining her to the bed, I used my nail embedded strapon-forced myself into her fuck holes. You were standing over her, beating her skull-while I stabbed her. Blood splattered everywhere-she screamed-shrilling screams of-agony-fear. Each time that you wailed on skull with the spiked bat-I got wetter (HAHAHAHA). Each thrust of my knives into her chest and stomach caused her ass muscles to grip my strapon hard-like she used to grip your dick (HAHAHA). It did not take long before she stopped moving. We put her body inside of a huge, sturdy (economy sized) trash bag-threw it into the trunk of your car-dumped it into a heavily wooded area (the next town over). We cleaned the room with bleach-removed all traces of our crime.

Sweet Death…

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She clawed at the sheets as I devoured her sweet juicy pussy. I must say I enjoyed every minute of it. Watching her squirm and feeling her pull my hair was definitely turning me on. I reached down to pet my own pussy and found it soaking wet. I grabbed her by the ankles and spread her legs wide open so I can see that pussy smile at me before I gave her clit the best kiss it’s ever had. Keeping one hand on her delicious little kitty, I kiss up her body and gently put the other hand around her neck. I begin to choke the bitch. I kept ramming my fingers into her pussy and watched the life drain from her eyes as I clenched her neck. She clawed at my arms and face but I couldn’t let go. Not til the job was done. There was no turning back. The moment she stepped into my dungeon she should have known it was the end of the road. This bitch was going to die and now she knew for sure. As soon as she went limp I pushed that lifeless hoe off of my bed and fell into a peaceful satisfied slumber.

Craving Something Sweet

There are times when I just have to satisfy my craving for something decadent and sugary sweet. I especially love the really rare and hard to find candy, it’s always in such pretty wrapping.

So shiny and eye catching and always has a pretty bow tightly around it, securely protecting all that sugary sweetness. Do you crave something so irresistible and delicious wrapped up tight?

Wouldn’t you just love it if I showed up at your door with a very special goodie just for you to unwrap and devour?! Oh and I know just the kind you love the most, young, sweet and tastes just heavenly.

Looks so pretty all done up with those luscious pink shiny lips and soft, smooth skin; all you can think about is that bald little cunt under all the pretty ruffles. I can’t wait to see her face when you show her all the toys you have for her, well maybe not for her but she’ll sure be using them a lot!!

This time it’s not for her enjoyment…oh no no, all ours baby. Watching her little perfect body writhing and wriggling just trying to loosen the ties securing her down is so cute.

Begging for her Mommy, oh how I love to tell her how her Mommy doesn’t love her anymore and just gave her to us to with you whatever we wanted.

Mmmm, there’s nothing like hearing a fresh popped cherry and such a pretty, young one at that! I must say this craving is becoming somewhat of an addiction and I have no intention of quitting anytime soon.

Black Market Find

Torture Phone SexWell, well, well.  Take a lookie at what I found just floating around for sale.  Isn’t she just, the most precious thing you have ever laid eyes upon? I’m not going to keep her of course, I’m going to make more money on her.  You see when she arrived, her skin was just so lovely, not a dent on her.  The people I deal with, do not want that sort of item for purchase.  They want something that excites them the moment they see it.  I took it upon myself to some DIY work.  I think the colors just bring out her pain all the more, don’t you?

It’s amazing what a blow torch can do in the right hands.  I already got in touch with this really fucked up dude that I came into contact with a few years ago.  He is into sexual sacrificial practices. He even has this house, not a shack mind you, but a house, on a lake, where he sometimes does this treatment of posing his playthings in different positions, then securing them, and then pumps in carbon monoxide until they stiffen up into that position. He is very artistic.  He is coming by the place tomorrow to check out the goods.  I still have some work to do.  Her face for example.  It’s too pretty, it needs some distressing, add some patina to it.  Maybe I can just pop out one of her eyes, something along those lines, or give her a nice bruise on her cheek.  I’ll think of something.

I just hope she gets top dollar, which she should, I mean she is more than likely going to become some sort of fucking statue in the man’s dinning room or something.  All I know is I cannot wait to see the finished product.

 

Castration Phone Sex

Castration Phone SexLast night it was brought to My attention that I have never given even the slightest view of My ass in any of My pics.  Since the phone call started out with Me smothering this person, I thought it only fitting to show a picture of My perfect ass.  There you are, I hope you enjoy it, it will be a long time before it is seen again. 

Now, onto what this is really about, which is one of My all time favorite subjects, Castration.  Not just your every day surgical castration mind you.  This has a specific twist to it.  Last night during the aforementioned phone session, as I was pushing the weight of My full self down upon an uplifted face so I could cut off the breathing, I began to run My nails over this person’s ball sack.  Far be it from me to leave it at that.  I took it one step further. 

I keep My nails sharp, you never know when you might need a weapon, and good strong nails can come in handy if need be.  I pressed first against the underside of the thin skin, adding more and more pressure until it ripped.  Then, I went onto the other side of the sack.  I applied steady, hard pressure until once again, the skin gave way to allow Me to bury my nails inside.

He started to thrash about, which made me grin.  I wanted to do more then simply give him a cause to get stitches.  I wanted to obliterate the very existence of his testes.  I crawled between his legs, lowered My head, exposed My teeth, hooked the skin on my eye tooth, and pulled back.  The fragile skin pulled away, ripped, tore, and ended up just being a flap over the objects that poured out.

I saw what I was looking for, I lowered My head into the muck.  I came up with one mother of pearl colored testicle in My mouth. I looked at him before popping it between my teeth and spitting it upon his chest. Then I went back for the other.   This one I kept tightly wedged between My teeth as I started My ascent up his body.  By this time he was shaking, his breath was shallow and rapid, the pain was washing over his face.  I hovered over him, pressing the testicle to his mouth.  I instructed him to open up, he did so, both him and I together bit into it, it was immediately decimated, which made this the most glorious kiss I have ever experienced in My life. 

The Perfect Storm

torture phonesex karma1My mood matches the raging storm that has been rumbling for days now without letting up. The wind howling, the rain beating down with angry fists while the night fills with the loud angry screams of the thunder. Nights have rolled into days and the raging storm has created equal darkness no matter the time of night or day. My mood and blood is raging now too, I am restless and eager to escape the captivity created by the storm.
Finally I can’t take any more captivity and I have to escape. By the time I reach town I am soaked and the darkness has filled my heart. I must find release for both my pussy and my rage.
As soon as I walked into the little cafe I heard her mouth. Loud and obnoxious and full of herself, just the kind of mouth you want to shut. And then she looked up at me and it was self righteous and demeaning. Oh yes I would teach this one a lesson!
I wait patiently as my cunt gets wetter thinking about the satisfaction of taking this chick down a notch or two or three…
I brought a few things with me because I knew I couldn’t wait to get someone back to my place. The roaring inside me had to be tamed.
I dragged her into the alley and began beating her mercilessly as my pussy gushed with satisfaction and my heart began pounding faster. The adrenalin and the release of all my frustration raging as I throw blows. Finally I am tired of beating her limp body and it is time to drag her home to finish what I started.
I get her home and tie her to a tree while I prepare for her to wake up. I take out my needle and thread, and as soon as she is awake, looking at me through the slits that were once her eyes, I get to work. Sewing those steely eyes closed, cutting that sharp tongue out of her mouth, before sewing it shut are just what I need for on earth shattering orgasm before leaving her there tied to the tree in the storm.
I sleep well, satiated and dreaming of what I will do to her in the morning.

Welcome To The City Of Sin

Snuff Phone Sex

They come here.  Lost souls from all over the world.  They think they have it bad at home.  Step-Daddy touches them, Mommy let’s it happen.  Blah, Blah, Blah.  They always think other people give a shit, nobody gives a shit.  I am certainly not going to shed a tear because Daddy fucked you.  He has a dick, and dicks are made for fucking holes. It’s a fact, so it’s nobody’s problem that you don’t like it.  However, what I do like about this whole mess your life has become is you ran to the one place on earth that I will find you.

Welcome to Sin City My sweet morsel.  You will see things here that will make your home look like fucking nirvana.  You will have things done to you that will push you to the very precipice of suicide.  How can it get worse than that?  Sooner or later, you will run into Me.  I will plaster a fake ass smile upon My face, one that will almost make Me retch in disgust. Then I will put my arm around you, and tell you what ever you need to hear until I see that look on your face, that small sign that you are starting to feel safe with Me.  Finally, someone is here to take you away, listen to your stupid sob story.  I will take you under my wing, I’ll even allow you to stay in a suite with Me for the night, fatten you up on room service, pamper you, spend the next day shopping with you.  This is when your happiness starts to set in because I have not asked anything in return.  We will check out, we will get into My Bentley, then as we cross the Oregon boarder, we will stop for the night in some backwood piss hole.  I will act disgusted by the accommodations, instruct you to unpack while I go and see if there is cleaner room for us.

As I leave the room and you start to unpack, you start pulling out instrument, after instrument of sharp steel.  I step back into the room, brushing dark liquid from my rain coat.  Your eyes widen as you realize what it is.  I put on a cheerful smile, taking a few steps toward you as I speak, “The management and I did not see eye to eye, I have work to do, and I do not need any witnesses.” With those words I grab your throat, pressing my nails into your soft skin, I tell you how pathetic you are, and that the only way out of your disgusting life is for Me to release you from it Myself. 

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