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Vacation to Hell

If there is a fucking hell that is the place to be when you die. Life can be a fucking bitch. Imagine hell and all the depravity that goes on. Your sadists, rapists, killers, and on it goes that is where they gather to party. Till then I am going to insure I do everything to have a place at the head of table with the Marquis de Sade with my own little 120 Days Of Sodom.

My job as a phone sex slut makes it easy to work and travel at the same time. Hotels really don’t care about a valid credit card if you pay them enough to shut the fuck up. Today I am where you can get anything you want for a small price. When you look like me the price is as simple as a hand job and I walk away with my “Gift”

The “Gift” is packaged so pretty in yoga pants and a tight little tank top. I know my companion will be thrilled when he sees it.  So this is day one of my 120 Days of Sodom. This companion is one who can’t take gore of any kind.  He is happy with some face fucking and after he cums I decide the method of disposal.  While he sleeps the rest of the wicked I visit my next friend who loves his share of torture and gore. So this brings us to Day 2.

If you are reading this you are as twisted and blood thirsty as I am. Maybe you are just curious to see how far you will take things. Just remember vanilla is for losers and suckers and it is an excellent way to put me to sleep.

Twisted, deviant and depraved Goth Girl Ivy

Expectations

There is something not everyone knows about me and that is once in awhile I am not the one in charge. It is very rare but I have met the occasional man that makes me swoon and I let him take control. It isn’t as much his looks but  in his charismatic  demeanor . It is the way he looks at me that says “You are my slut”. There is more though size does matter. You can’t have me as a bitch if you are a loser pin dick twat.

I can tell the minute a man opens his mouth how it is going to be. When I do submit I want it hard, rough and depraved.  Do you think you have what it takes for me to go switch and be your pain whore and fuck toy?  Give me a call and  we shall see, won’t we?

He had to punish me…

I really left him no choice. He had to punish me. He caught me red handed, flirting with all the boys, dragging them into the lingerie shops and modeling things for them. I tried to apologize, but it was far too late for that. My hands were bound in front of me and then hung from a hook above my head. He had been planning my punishment for a while and had everything ready. He looked at me as he slapped my ass hard, telling me what a little slut I’ve been. He continued to spank me hard, counting each slap. His hand connected harder each time. I begged him to stop, to please forgive me, promising him anything. He smirked at me and told me that he would have exactly what he wanted. He moved down on his knees behind me. He spanked again, but this time added a lick to my pussy. He spread my legs wide, my feet coming off the floor. Instead of begging him to stop, I was now begging him to cum. He plunged three fingers into my pussy and commanded me to cum on his fingers. I came everywhere, my pussy dripping down my legs onto the floor. When he finally shoved his cock in deep, my usually gentle lover used my body for his pleasure only. He pounded me hard, the ropes cutting into my wrists, my arms bearing the weight. When he was ready to cum, he reached up and untied my wrists, dropping me to the floor on my knees. He grabbed my hair and ordered me to open my mouth, shoving his cock deep has his hot cum shot down my throat. He commanded me to swallow every drop, but that was unnecessary. My hungry mouth sucked at his dick, taking his entire load. Once he was sated, he grabbed my arms and lifted me up, caressing my face. “Why do you make me hurt you?” he asked gently. He took me into his arms and carried me upstairs. My gentle lover had returned, but I knew it was only a matter of time when I saw the other side again.

Have a Sexy Friday The 13th

The awesome spooky full Honey Moon from last night combined with it being Friday the 13th has me feeling all kinds of hot, horny, kinky and did I mention HORNY!  I am also feeling in the mood for something on the deviant side. I want to play and I promise I will show you no mercy. You can handle a bit of debauchery can’t you?  Are you need of a little pain with your pleasure?  I assure you tonight will be a mixed bag of hard core deviance with a bit of outright wild animal fucking.

What are you waiting for? Not afraid of a sexy little blonde bimbo are you?  Tonight anything goes and anything means by the time we are finished neither of us will be able to fuck for days after.  Scared? Good, you should be. Cum for a walk on the wild side with me.

Eunuch

Your balls are so worthless that I am going to do all women a favor and just castrate you. You have about an hour to explain to me why I should undo your shackles and let you cut off the band.  Maybe you need more of an explanation since all the blood runs to your tiny joke of a cock when you look at me. If you come up with a reason I will still leave the band on for an hour. Then I will undo one shackle and watch you fumble to get band off and free other wrist.  I wonder what you will do fucking first since two free hands might make taking band off easier….But then time is ticking on the life of your ugly, pathetic nut sack.

I could use a eunuch around my home to take care of maid duties, cooking and to be an all round bitch boi.  Are those tiny balls going numb yet? The blood flow is being cut off and it won’t be very long.  Want to know what I think? You know you can’t please a woman you loser and you want those balls removed. Being a man isn’t something you are cut out for. The first time you saw my cunt creamy and my eyes light up for a big, black cock you knew the score.

I am growing impatient for a good reason for you to keep your grapes. I wonder if I start to twist them what will happen?  Did that hurt? I think you just have a low pain threshold because you are a little cunt trying to be a man.  Maybe I will just cut them off NOW!

“Queer”

This is what he pays me for

I’ll show you how it’s done

If you have read my blogs you can see I am a very dirty and twisted little girl.  They cum to me when their hunger is way beyond the realm of every day. You crave a taste of something different, yes? That is me your tiny, nasty little teen Mistress.

Open wide because I plan to fill both your fuck holes. Your mouth is just a cum dump for  my entertainment. My phone sex daddy’s all know when they call me they will never get to fuck me. It is me who FUCKS them in every way possible. Everything that cums from my little body is tasty.

Call me Teen Mistress Torrie when only the nastiest, freakiest, demented phone sex will do. I do it all and then some.

B is for Bondage

 I have a lovely necklace that is just a B. One of my slaves presented it to me as an offering. I do wonder if the B really stood for Bitch or Bondage. No matter as they both suit me. I was out the other night just dressed in jeans a corset and boots. Nothing really telling of who I am.  Sipping Pernod, reading and enjoying the night air. Several gentlemen approached me intruding on my personal space and tying to guess what B stood for.

Rather then have to be the one to leave I answered with a look that would scare most men away, and trust me it did. Around 11 pm a rather interesting looking man approached me with a Pernod and a business card.  The card had the words ” I am interested” on the back. About an hour later I called him asking if he knew what he was getting into. We made plans to meet that night at a old, rather seedy hotel. Sometimes, it is sleaze that does it for me.

When I arrived he was already tightly wrapped in plastic. A very quiet but beautiful woman smiled at me explaining she had him ready for me. Her only request is that she watch as Mistress fucks her immobilized husband. My pleasure.

The Pit and the Pendulum

There is the rare caller that wants gore, death, torture and torment. Just typing those words has me dripping wet. Normally it is I telling the story of the things I will do to you. I weave a tale of cruel sadism and eventually demise. Just as you die I cum so hard I can barely stop trembling.

Last night was different. The gentleman caller with a deep Southern drawl wanted me to be an accused witch and him the inquisitor. He demanded I undress and lay on the bed on my stomach. I wished more than anything I wasn’t alone so I could be bound.

Before the torture began he fucked my ass deep and hard to the point of blood trickling out. He teased me by licking it up and not letting me have a drop. I am tough and did not break or cry out during all the means of torture he had. Branding, whipping, boiling oil none of it made me cry out. He was clearly done with me and death would have come no matter if I confessed or not. He spread my arms and legs till I heard a slight cracking of my joints. He bound them with leather. He fucked me one more time pulling my hair and biting me till he had a mouthful of my blood. He left and returned what may have been hours later. I listened to him setting something up above me. Knowing what was ahead of me was exciting beyond belief and my body betrayed me one last time as I squirted all over the antique quilt I laid on. The huge circular blade starting moving back and forth getting lower and lower to my back. I would push up if I could, making the sweet pain and blood spurting come sooner.

His deep voice starts to quiver….Ivy I am cumming.  With that he was gone.   If it is gore, torture, depravity, debauchery, sodomy, and any kind of blood play, I am your slut. Want to have hot nightmare’s of things you can’t imagine?  For once in your life, be evil.

The Arrangement

I just started seeing a gentleman much older than myself. It isn’t about the money……maybe it helps of course.  I mean what woman doesn’t want to be spoiled and pampered. He is very secretive about his family and his personal life away from me. Works for me as he is handsome, wealthy, a good enough fuck and very well read.  He did have his lawyer draw up and agreement that when this ends I get a huge settlement for keeping my pretty mouth shut.

A few months have passed and I really have begun to wonder why the settlement and the secrecy as Philip seems like an typical sugar daddy. As spying is not my style I just go with the flow and enjoy being spoiled.  He tells me we will be going to his friends house in the country for the weekend and to not bother packing more than an overnight bag as my clothing will be provided. New clothes, and he has such excellent taste.

We pull up to a lovely country cottage on the ocean. There is several other cars and limo’s parked in his circular drive. The house is beautiful but all I see is some wait staff walking about with trays. My closet is filled and am acting like a little girl. Nothing but latex fills my side of the closet. Corsets, skin tight pants, stiletto boots, and some rather interesting items from a fetish store I suppose. He swiftly almost sternly moves things around till he pulls out a latex version of an English riding outfit. I am now dressed from head to toe in latex and hold several riding crops.  He tells me  go downstairs with the other ladies.

We make small talk, and drink some wine. The all seem to be about my age. The eldest, the hostess says to follow her to the huge pasture behind the house. The men are all in the pasture dressed in total latex as well but in different colors. They all seen to have a a butt plug with a fluffy tail coming our of their ass. Pony play? The men are nudging each other, sucking on each other’s cocks and basically being playful in a depraved kind of sexy way. I am shown my pony and sit on his back. The Hostess tells them sex play is for later, and the 2 winners of the race.  The ponies all line up and when Mistress shoots the  pistol we all whip our ponies to make then go faster.  I am whipping and kicking mine with the spurs on my latex boots. This is perverse, so intense and so hot. I can feel my self cum as I ride my boyfriend. The race is over and the 2 winners are allowed to have some real fun. The runner up has his tail removed and the winner mounts him fucking him hard. This is just the start of our special weekend, the reasons for the special arrangement I must never tell anyone.

Elastration Castration with a Deep Twist

Someone has asked me over and over to have a threesome with my best friend. What he just doesn’t understand is she is MINE. I have told him over and over that any other women would be fine with me but just not Serena. After an afternoon of fucking Serena we come up with a plan to get him to stop asking. Serena knows I love inflicting pain and I would never every hurt her.

After watching a video on elastration castration we are both excited beyond words. I love  C&B torture with a little slice and dice but this….such a slow way to torture him and treat him like the pig he is being.  I call him up and tell him Serena has agreed but we both want to take him our way. ” I assume we are talking some BDSM”, he asks. “Yes, darling we will see you at the house”, I say seductively.

Hours later after a trip to a local ranch we have an elastrator pliers and rings.  We are both are dressed for the evening of debauchery in black latex corsets, panties and thigh high stiletto boots.  He comes home to us and a few cocktails. We retire to our huge bedroom/playroom. He strips down for us already rock hard.  He has been traveling and I admonish him for letting his ball hair grow stubbly. These are my trophy balls, big and hanging and I allow no pubs.

I run the hot tub and wax his balls as he sits on the side. He winches a bit but he is mine and he can take a nice amount of pain. He sits in the tub as his balls get hard, and hang more than normal from the heat. Serena is giggling and I give her a hard slap to calm her down. I don’t want her to ruin our surprise. He steps put of the tub and dries off.   “Lead the way, ladies”, he says. Get on your knees I demand and spread your legs. I get the elastrator device and hold it up to his face.  His eyes go wild.  “Don’t worry darling, you can take it. How long the bands stay on you depends on how quick you can make us both cum. Make no mistake that every second counts”. I tell him.

I slowly start to work the band over his balls. There is such a little opening for such huge balls. I slowly work them tugging with my finger and Serena gets down next to me pulling on his balls with her teeth. He begs me to let him start making one of us cum. All in time I tell him getting excited by the look of agony on his handsome face. I squeeze his balls hard leaving finger nail marks. The band is half way up his balls now and they are turning a light shade of purple. I demand he stand up and walk over to the bed with the metal device hanging off his tortured balls.  He lays on the bed and Serena starts to ride his face. These are my trophy balls and I really don’t want to castrate him…not today.  She is moaning and his cock is hard even with the pain. I ease the band up till his balls look like a huge water balloon tied at the tip. I slowly remove the device.  I slap his purple balls hard licking and biting them.  I hear Serena moaning loudly as she squirts all over his face.

I kiss him tasting her sweet cunt as we switch places. Serena comments on how purple they are getting as she bites down hard on them. ” I don’t know how much longer before they fall off”, She laughs.  He is doing his best to make me cum. Truth is I already came but what he doesn’t know. I think he is pleading but we can’t understand him with his mouth smothered by my pussy. He grabs my clit in his teeth and bites till I squirt my sweet juices in his mouth. I get off of him and check out the damage to my trophy balls. We both tug with our teeth pulling his banded balls in different directions. I take a huge knife from my collection and with one swift cut I remove the band and a bit of skin judging from the trickles of blood. He groans in pain and pleasure as the blood rushes back to his balls and he cums all over himself.