Listen up all you bitch sissy boys I am in a bad mood. One little shit has done it and so the rest of you must now suffer. Let me tell you what happened, this guy (I use that term loosely) emailed me a MONTH (that’s right a fucking Month ago) to make an appointment with me for something. He even asked what time was best and I gave him a few options. The day of the appointment popped up and I waited on him to keep his appointment. 10 minutes became 20, 20 minutes became an hour, an hour became 3 hours all the while my valuable time was being wasted as if it didn’t matter. He finally called 4 hours later and somehow he had gotten in his head that he had told me something different and so he had done other things. I am so pissed; entire half day wasted and not even an explanation. A note to all men out there DON’T WASTE MY TIME OR I WILL MAKE YOU PAY FOR IT! As a result of this bastard’s rudeness all my slaves and bitch boys must now suffer my wrath. I am going to do everything short of castrating your wimpy dick. Your balls will be blue and in immense pain when I am done, so proceed with care because this woman is not in a good mood!
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Tonight is a family tradition for my dad and I. We go to the cemetary that is 30 minutes from our house and we fuck right on top of his dead girlfriends grave. You always knew I was sick and twisted but this is something I left you in the dark about till now. Everybody has their family secrets and that is one of mine. I get daddy’s big cock right up in me tonight bending over the head stone of his former beauty queen Cynthia Lee. I hated her and I’m glad that fucking bitch is dead. Now I enjoy what she cannot! Life sucks doesn’t it? RIP- you fucking twat!
My hands tied up above my head. My tippy toes just barely reaching the box I am standing on. A rope tied around my neck. In the closet, blindfolded and scared.
I feel your body near mine, the heat of your breath on my tummy. Eventhough I am scared to death I can’t help but get excited that you are near. My pussy starts oozing as I feel your mouth near my pussy. Your tongue flicks out and licks my juicy slit. Eventhough I am terrified to move out of fear of hanging myself I can’t help but stretch my hips forward to get closer to your mouth. I feel your hot lips suck my clit in and you begin suckling it, nursing it slowly. I am squirming from need. You suck harder, so hard that I wonder if you are going to suck it off of my body. You are sucking so hard it is actually painful, but painfully sweet feeling. I can feel my orgasm building, I am so close to exploding.
I hear you laugh, that evil laugh that sends chills down my back. Suddenly you kick the box I am teetering on from underneath me and the rope around my neck closes in and I can’t breath. Dangling and scared, I start to scream. You suck harder and eventhough I can’t breath. Eventhough I am petrified you are going to kill me….I start to cum. I am squirting harder than I have ever squirted before.
I feel your hands wrap around my neck and you are squeezing. You are choking me on top of hanging me. Even with all of that, I am still squirting. Squirting until it is all over.
Thank you for the hot call babe!
SNAP.
go the handcuffs, as your arms are secured behind your back. The blindfold slips down over your eyes as the smell of incese fills your nostrils… you smile.
CRACKLE.
Could it be bubble wrap? what it that noise? Knowing your Latex fetish, combined with your penchant for choking and fear of suffocation… I play every instrument in this orchestration of evil! I wrap the Saran-wrap around your head…covering your mouth, your eyes, your ears, your nose. I burn 2 small holes for your nostils with my incese stick. It makes you sneeze, and it hurts, because there is nowhere for the force to escape. You are beginning to sweat. Panic begins to take over as you wonder what the fuck you have gotten yourself into.
POP.
The sound of the rubber bands. My cat o’ nine tails. My whips. I have your cock in a cage, spikes inside.As your cock grows , so does your self inflicted pain.
Do you LIKE that PIG????
POP!
ZAP!!
I have the electrodes hooked up now to the car battery, and I clack the positive and negative ends together. sparks fly, and you can smell the acrid air burning. Your cock stiffens. You would cry if you could. You would beg. The sounds around you are muffled, just enought to create the panic
Welcum to Hell, Pet….Lets play.
Splendor
Not one of the best, but THE best , indeed
I am admittedly a Kung Fu fan from waaay back, now let us dispell the rumors, shall we?
He DID NOT commit suicide, this was accidental. Hey if anyone knows about this kinda shit, its me, eh?
A’la Michael Hutchence for INXS…..A sad ending…to a beautiful life. PLease, play with caution , children!
check it out:
Autoerotic Asphyxiation, or “scarfing,” is the process of cutting off one’s air supply to increase the intensity of orgasm during self-pleasure. The theory is that your brain, missing some of that vital life-giving oxygen, goes completely bugfuck when faced with also having to climax at the same time. It might work, it might not.
However, the term has quickly grown to mean the process of doing this act wrong, that is, cutting off one’s air to the point that the victim never gets around to that all-important “bring the air supply back” step. And therein, shall we say, lies the rub.
Unlike other accidential suicides, Autoerotic Asphyxiation leaves the victim in a completely untenable situation: not only are they dead, but they are often naked or mostly naked, surrounded by whatever other “tools” have been part of the fun (pornography, ball gags, restraints), and in some sort of an awkward position, having desperately fought to release themselves from their deadly setup. This is especially hard on parents, friends, relatives, and whatever group of folks happens upon the body; there really isn’t any doubt WHY you’re dead, and a note is never left… well, not usually. One youth in Canada left the following note next to himself, obviously planning for the worst:
“When you find my body hanging … with a tight noose around my neck, do not look for a murderer. I have executed myself. I say execute rather than suicide because I didn’t really intend to hang unto death.”
In all, hundreds of these deaths occur each year, a tribute to how alluring the idea of getting one extra kick out of the Ol’ Jerk-n-Spurt truly is. And like many such accidental deaths, there’s really no warning signs to look out for, just the sorry tale afterwards… and the pleadings of the family to put something, anything, on the death certificate but what really happened.
Timeline
| 2 Feb 1793 | Czech composer Franz Kotzwara, who penned “The Battle of Prague,” dies from autoerotic asphyxiation in a London brothel. |
| 5 May 1968 | Actor Albert Dekker dies of autoerotic asphyxiation in his Hollywood apartment, aged 62. He is found gagged and bound with rope and leather belts, with the words “slave”, “cocksucker”, etc. written on his body in lipstick. |
| 22 Nov 1997 | Naked INXS frontman Michael Hutchence hangs himself with a belt in his room at the Ritz Carlton Hotel in Sydney, Australia. Blood tests later confirm the presence of “alcohol, cocaine, Prozac and other prescription drugs” in his system. The coroner’s report discounts the possibility of autoerotic asphyxiation. |
He was on top of me, his weight intimately laying on top of the full length of my body. My legs wrapped around his hips. He is whispering in my ear, reminding me that I belong to him, his property, his possession. His cock is very slowly sliding in and out of me. Funny thing is that somehow as slow as he is moving he is still managing to hurt my pussy, thrusting so far up inside of me it feels as if his balls are up in me too. Determined, deep thrusts.
He whispers in my ear that tonight is the night that he shows me just how much power he has over me. He reaches down between us and starts rubbing on my swollen clit as he continues to slowly thrust inside of me. Every time I feel as if I am about to cum he whispers in my ear that I had better not, until he says that I can. He brings me to the point of explosion several times and then dares me to climax without his permission.
My entire body is shivering from weakness. I just know I can’t hold it anymore and I plead to him to let me cum. He tells me no and stops rubbing my clit and starts absolutely pouning my juicy cunt with his hard cock. I am begging him, screaming, pleading. He leans down and says it is time for me to learn my lesson. CUM! He whispers in my ear, with authority. My orgasm overtakes me and at that precise moment he starts pounding my pussy even harder and wraps his hands around my throat. My eyes pop wide open and I stare up at him as he looks down at me with an evil grin. He stops fucking me and his body is still, his cock deep inside of me. He is looking down at me and whispers to me that I better make him cum now, because he won’t stop squeezing my throat until he cums.
I can’t breath. I panic. I struggle. He just laughs at me. He whispers to me again that all I have to do is make him cum and I can breathe again.
I clamp down my pussy muscles on his cock and start bucking up and down grinding against him feverishly. I don’t think I have ever squeezed a cock with my pussy as hard as I squeezed his at that moment. I bucked up against him so hard that it hurt me, badly. Feeling as if his cock was all the way up in my tummy, so deep and hard. I squeezed more. I couldn’t breath. I started feeling weak and lightheaded. I pleaded with him with my eyes. I reached down between us and starting carressing his balls. My head felt empty, that dizzy feeling I get when I am at levels of extreme height. I felt my eyes closing. I remember thinking to myself that I thought my Master loved me too much to just snuff me out.
I woke up with a bruised neck, my Master tenderly kissing my cheek and the feeling of a huge load of cum dripping out of my cunt. As he was kissing my cheek he whispered to me that he loved me and I was a very good slave and made him cum hard.
Times are hard now and the stress of real live means you guys need to release some pressure even more so than normal. When your job has pissed you off or your wife is nagging and bitching and complaining just call me and take your frustrations out on my submissive little body. I want to be the benefactor of your aggression. To be the receiver of your vengeance. Spank me, abuse me, electrocute me, choke me, torture me, rape me, gang bang me, forced enemas, titty torture, clit torture, humilation…the list goes on and on. The possibilities are endless. I promise to be obedient, truthful in my submissiveness and loud in my screaming.
So call me and do whatever it is to me that you need to as your stress reliever. From mild to wild, I love it all. My only wish is that you cum for me, and cum hard.
Your hands slide around my neck….this is the moment you have been waiting for. Your fingers lace together as your grip tightens, and my eyes grow wider.
Your stiff cock slides up between my full wet lips as you force your way into me. The tape over my mouth muffles the pleading that would fill your ears should you remove it…but you wont.
You lean forward ..into me..the full weight of your body rests now on my slender neck, slowly crushing the air from me. I see you smile as you drop your head down to take my nipple into your mouth and begin to suck, bite and pull at it as your cock continues to pound into me
Tighter and tighter…with every thrust, your hands like a vice squeeze the will from my body now beginning to go limp. My stupor seems to arouse you even more as you pummel me with your cock, breathing so heavy now, as I wish I could.
I feel myself growing cold as I look up at you through bleary eyes. My vision begins to narrow into a deadening grey as I see ecstasy fill your face….you explode with pleasure inside of me and slowly…silently….the candle flickers briefly…
…then goes out.
Today I feel it’s revenge day on my ex-boyfriend. He cheated on me and I left is sorry ass behind but I never got revenge I wanted. I burned his clothes he had at my apartment but that was nothing. I feel he deserves to pay for what he did to me. Not only did he cheat on me he did it with the biggest skank I know and I fucking hate her!! She will get her revenge someday and she better watch her back because I will go after her and it wont be pretty. Actually, it will be pretty fucking bloody! This is my plan: I’m going to grab some chains, show up at his house, fuck him good. While I’m fucking the shit outta him, I will strangle him to the point where his pathetic ass can’t breath. I can’t wait to watch him suffer for the pain he caused me. I want to watch him die a slow death. Let him strugle and laugh at him when he’s lying there aimlessly helpless. Lifes a bitch, ain’t it?
Ever wonder what it would feel like to fuck in a tub full of blood? I’m sick, twisted and I don’t think like most girls. As a matter of fact I’m not like any of the girls at all. I have a dangerous mind and my sick fuck rod callers worship me for that and they keep coming back for more abuse.
As you may already be aware, I am into SNUFF and EXTREME–NASTY–TABOO–FETISHES. When I was 8 years old I saw my Dad mutilate his girlfriend and used her corpse for different sex acts. This was after he had her chained up in our basement and tortured her for a year prior. I have seen more fucked up things than any other 8 year old would ever dare. 5 years after my dad girlfriend’s death he come and then the fun really began…….
