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Twisted and Violent

It takes a lot to get me excited and a fucking hell of a lot to get me off.  Some of you men and your boring vanilla calls and role-plays do nothing for me. I need to be stimulated in the most fucked up of ways.

Care to join me?

                           Filthy, nasty, twisted, sick, and violent is how I like my calls. When you’re as jaded and have seen it all like me, normal, and vanilla just doesn’t do it. I’m feeling very violent today and would fucking love to fuck someone up. 

                           How about you? That snooty blonde that lives across the street. She thinks her shit doesn’t stink, doesn’t she? You’ve tried to talk to her, but she walks away. What a fucking cunt!

Let’s plan to get revenge on her.

I knock on her door, pretending I’m lost. I engage her and quickly push the needle into her arm. We take her to her bedroom and strip and tie her up.

She is waking now. Let’s fucking play!

 

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Happy Birthday, Darling

   

We both know why you’re here this evening. Your wife told you I would take good care of you. It’s your birthday today and you do trust me, don’t you? She promised you on this very special birthday, she would let you fuck another woman. I feel so very lucky, that it’s me you picked.        

Why not get cozy first and talk for a bit.  Let me pour you a drink and help you off with those clothes. Much better, yes?  Better slow down stud, I mean look at you already rock hard. 

I have planned something so very special for our night together. That’s it, close your eyes and let the drug take effect. Something a little kinky? Let’s get those legs in the stirrups and your arms above your head. Perfect.

                Good Morning!  It’s okay, you’re just a little sore from the castration.

 

 

Written By: Brianna
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Don’t Make A Fucking Sound

             Do you hear the window glass shattering? Someone is breaking into my house. It seems like your mommy picked a terrible night to have me babysit. He’s walking up the stairs to the bedrooms. Don’t make a fucking sound! If he finds you, he’ll do terrible things to your sweet, fragile, young body. 

   He’s singing a very odd song, “My girl, my girl, don’t lie to me, tell me where did you sleep last night?” She’s so scared she’s trembling and the little cunt just pissed her pants. I can hear his breath at the door.

I open the door, then leave the room. I go to change into my bondage gear and bring with me chains, floggers, and rope. Might as well make the best of a fucked up situation.

               Back in the room, he has already cut off her clothes. Fuck, would you just look at that! He wants to rape her, I want to torture her. Over a bit of powder, we come to an agreement. I put on a bit of “I Spit On Your Grave”, to get the cunt juices flowing. I’m going to savor fucking up this little bitch.

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Ouch, That Fucking Hurts

As one would imagine, the hot summers are my busiest time. All the sexy woman and girls walking around in little to nothing to beat the heat. You can’t contain yourself, can you? Tight shorts, thongs, and tank tops. It’s enough to drive a man wild. Your wives and girlfriends are having to deal with all the annoyance. 

That’s why you’re here to see me. I believe you were told that I would make all your dreams come true. I’ll be making someone’s dreams come true for certain. 

       Be a good boy and strip for me. After all, a woman needs to see the goods.

Ah, very nice indeed.  Trophy balls and a thick, 8 inch dick. Such a waste. I tie you down and you get even harder at the thought of bondage. Your wife never did that to you.

I blindfold you. You think this is going to be one epic fuck. Before the blindfold, you thought you saw me put something in my mouth. A glimpse of metal maybe?  I begin to kiss down your body. You think you hear me say that it will be over soon. No, you want me to take my time pleasing you.

You feel a sharp pain and wetness. Oh yes love, it’s definitely over now. 

 

Written By: Brianna
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I’m Inside Your Head

             I broke into your house while you were at work.  There’s something about you that makes me want to know more. 

I started in your big, fancy kitchen. I grabbed a craft beer and began to look around. You have no kids, but your fridge is stocked with kiddie treats. Interesting. I grab another beer and move on to the laundry room.  Girls panties, stained with blood. Try and explain that one, bitch!

On to your home office. I break into your desk and what do we have here? Passports in various names, injectable drugs, and lots of cash. I indulge in some of your drugs and turn on all the devices you have in and on your desk. Ah, porn, no surprise there. I can see some was filmed in here, in your office. Very predictable. 

Up the stairs to find a door locked from the outside. I bust the lock and there it is. Asleep and bound to the bed is a tiny little blonde. I can’t walk away, I have to do something. Save her? You must be fucking joking. I will become you. I’ll get in your head and do all the things you would do, and much more. 

Oh god, you see your house has been broken into.  You’re terrified. Is it the police? They found her? You hear voices, clearly it isn’t the police. You make your way up the stairs to find me doing everything you wanted to do but you were too much of a pussy.

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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All The Pretty Bitches

            There’s one bitch that seems to keep coming around for more abuse. He ignores my wishes when it comes to our appointment times, and seems to think this is a huge joke. Not fucking hardly!

  It’s time for a very painful lesson in obeying me. Our appointment starts out as normal. I check his incisions and make sure he’s healing properly. I tease him, and promise he’ll not be strapped own. While I am giving him the slightest amount of pleasure, I quickly strap him in. He now looks rather scared. 

I force him to clean out my ass and pussy. He seems to be having way to much enjoyment.  I take my flogger and smash it down on his cock. He whimpers a little and I do it again harder. That broke the fucking skin. I fear this is going to get rather messy and bloody.

I did warn you!

 

Written By: Brianna
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Slay Bells

     

             Christmas is the most fucking annoying holiday. It’s like the annoyance hangs over Halloween, and then fuck it’s that day again.

What annoys me about it all?

Let’s start with the fucking bells.  Bells, fucking bells wherever you go. I came up with a fun little game. I call it Slay Bells. I know, I like drinking games as much as anyone, but this is far more twisted, and will excite my dark little heart.

Every time I hear a fucking bell jingling, I commit a gratuitous act of violence. Violent Night has nothing on me, when I am pissed!

There we have it. Big, fat pedo Santa ringing his bell and I am already seeing RED! I get him alone and shove the bell up his big, fat ass. That was fun, the perfect way to bring some holiday cheer. 

I truly despise malls. That’s where I will go next. Elves ringing bells? Time to get totally violent and creative. Come here Mrs. Santa, I want to play!

 

Written By: Malaya Maxxx
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Let’s See Who Made My Naughty List

                      I think it’s time we had a little chat. This Christmas gift giving will be easy as I have so many bad, bad boys on my list. I believe you know what my bad boys get!

My first bad boy will be getting a simple procedure. I have tried, and tried to whip him into shape. I have actually pleaded with him, to behave. As he has not fallen into line, it’s time those trophy balls go.

My second bad boy doesn’t seem to understand that my young intern does not want anything to do with him. How he tries and tries to get her attention. It seems to be when you have a very, very bad dog, there’s just one thing to do to calm him down. My gift to you is to make you docile. 

        My third bad boy likes to play games with his precious balls. Chastity, plugs, clamps, and metal rods will be in his stocking. 

For some this is the season of giving, for me it’s the season of taking, and taking till it hurts!

 

Written By: Brianna
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Pain Is Sexy

There is just something so fucking sexy about pain. I remember my first taste of it. I was making a dress and my finger slipped. The needle went right through my thumb. I was fascinated at how it made me feel. My nipples stiffened and my pussy got so wet.  I guess I didn’t exactly put the 2 together at the time. I was a very strange little girl, I am told. 

I was a bit older when I realized what it was making me so excited. It was sweet, sexy, simple pain. I got ink pierced myself several times, but I needed so much more. What I needed was a partner in pain. 

It began simply like a punch to his balls during a blowjob. Maybe a bite to his lower lip then a spit to his face. I began to totally enjoy inflicting  pain, rather than receiving it. My collection of torture implements became huge.  It also became rather expensive to keep. That is when I got the idea to charge men to hurt them. Hurt them I do!

Do you have a submissive side you need to explore? Needing a bit of pain with your sex? Let’s explore.

 

Written By: Fetishista Frankie
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Let Me In

              You couldn’t sleep at all last night. You tossed and turned. You were cold, then you were sweating. Normally you sleep like a baby, but something has been causing you to be extremely fitful.

      You drink some warm milk and lay down to sleep again. What the fuck? You smell perfume, sort of sickly sweet, but yet inviting. Your maid did clean, but that was hours ago. Now you hear a soft, sexy voice calling to you. Maybe your idiot friends are playing tricks on you. Halloween is the time for it. 

You pull out your phone and start surfing porn. You’ve never been into the supernatural. It has no appeal for you, but yet you’re looking at goth/vampire porn. The pale skin, the full red lips is giving your cock a mind of its own. 

You hear a tap on your window. If you weren’t so exhausted you might be amused, but all you could think of is what dicks your friends are. The tapping gets louder. Now she is in your bedroom. You can smell the perfume again. 

You surrender, you are mine!

 

Written By: Malaya Maxxx
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