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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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Phone Sex Fuck Slave

I’ll be your phone sex fuck slave. Take me to your dungeon and you can have your way with me.
Chain me up and select your tools/devices that you wish to use on me. I’ll be your submissive little whore and let you do anything you wish, Master!
My body is for your pleasure and you torturing me, will make me feel so good and I know you’re enjoying giving me the pain that I so rightly deserve.
Torture, rape and abuse me. Treat me like the fucking whore that I am.
I’m ready to submit to you and be your phone sex fuck slave.
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Written By: Andrea
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Lonely Loser

You’ll be all alone on Valentine’s Day, yet again. Of course you will, you fucking worthless loser. Just stand in front of the mirror where the answer is staring you right in the face. That thing between your legs is rather annoying. That’s the trouble with men with big dicks, they just don’t know how to use them. 

I have the perfect attitude adjustment for you. The lovely ladies won’t be able to get enough of you once we’re done. Let’s first take care of the problem you seem to have with your hands. Let me just bind them together. Perfect!

Having issues keeping your legs up high? Like you tell the ladies, exercise is good for you. Feel the burn. Speaking of the burn, let me just make a little cut right where all the trouble is. Come on now, it didn’t hurt THAT much. 

Ready to go home to your loving wife? There’s a huge surprise waiting for you. Hurry home!

                 

 

Written By: Brianna
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Useless Sissy Bitch

Are you sniffing around me, yet again? You are so fucking needy that I can smell it. Sort of like a toxic mix of desperation and adoration. I have decided once and for all you will play my way, or be the fuck gone.

Stand nude in front of my mirror. Would you fuck that if you were a girl? Come fucking on, you have nothing between your skinny legs. Question is do I want to turn you into a bitch or do I just want to hurt you? Maybe both, you shit stain.

Let’s begin with me removing all that body hair. Quite surprising you even have any, it’s real men that have a hairy body, not you. I just happen to have an old Epilady C 1000 and that bitch is going to just rip out that nasty hair. Go ahead and scream because you sound like the little cunt you are.

I wonder how my whip will feel smacking against the sore, hairless skin? Shall we give it a go?  Stop your fucking pleading, as the real fun is soon to begin.

 

 

Written By: Malaya Maxxx
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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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God Damn Cunt Of A Man

Fucking hell, you really aren’t much of a man, are you? Look at you and your goddamn flabby ass. You made me so mother fucking sick that I just want to vomit in your face. Are you fucking kidding me, THAT got your clit to twitch? 

Oh no, you don’t! Don’t you dare try to back away from me. You are a little fucking cunt of a man, and I intend to treat you as such. 

Assume the position, head back and on your knees. Why should I sit on the hard, cold toilet seat, when I have your ugly fucking face to sit on?  Beg me for it, beg me to let you suck my shit like a dick. Fuck, you are so goddamn gross!

You know what? I have totally had enough of you.

Get on all fours and crawl to the pen. If you displease me, it will be the choke collar for you.

Get to fucking crawling, bitch.

 

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Merry Christmas, Perv

               

      Well fuck, seems to me like you have a problem.  Somehow you got waylaid while out shopping for gifts for the wife and kids. Here you are in a seedy hotel off the highway, drunk and broke.  That isn’t the worst if it though, is it? 

                       You start to come out of your fog, and look around the room. You really don’t even remember getting there. Sitting on the bathroom floor in a puddle of who knows what, you wonder just where the fuck you are. Is that blood?

You stumble to the bedroom, and see the girls in your bed. You see the empty bottles, and the lines of white stuff on the nightstand.  You make some noise hoping the girls will wake up.  Maybe? You wonder if they are even alive. Oh god!!

The phone rings in the room. You ignore it, but it keeps ringing, making you a little crazy. You finally pick it up and you hear my voice. I instruct you to put the thumb drive in the tablet. You’re shaking and the girls still haven’t woken up.  There it is right before you. Your entire night and every twisted thing you did. 

                                                                                             

Not quite the Christmas you expected perv, is it? 

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Merry, Go Fuck Yourself

               

    I so fucking seriously hate this time of the year. Hands out, bells fucking ringing, just annoyance every where I go.  I do have a life, and really can’t escape all the nonsense. I lost Whamageddon, as soon as I entered the Pharmacy. Like I fucking said, I hate this time of the year. 

                     I was paid well to do a lame photo shoot, so now on to the bar to get obliterated. I listened to a conversation where this man was complaining  about his wife. She just doesn’t seem to get the fact he likes it a little rough. He likes his balls to be beat up. Punk music to my ears. 

    I ever so politely asked if I could help with that. He laughed, said I was such a tiny, and girly little thing. He said I couldn’t hurt a tiny kitten. That story is for another time, because hell fucking yes, I could hurt a kitten. 

               More details blah blah blah, and he was now naked, scared, and at my home. The drug I gave him had worn off and he was soon wide awake. He struggled against the leather ropes and then let out a loud moan. Ah, his tied up balls are beginning to turn a lovely shade of blue.

    He tried to beg, plead, and apologize. So annoying, but that’s what ball gags are for.  Merry Christmas, loser! 

 

 

Written By: Malaya Maxxx
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Give Till It Hurts

             I have something very special for you under my tree. Come closer love. I know you so well, don’t I?  You’re getting a bit hard looking at my red stiletto heels. Are you wondering if I took off the heel caps and sharpened them a bit? Only the best for you, darling.

                    Let’s get you out of those tight, restricting pants.  Such beautiful trophy balls, it’s almost a shame to destroy them. I did say, almost. 

                     It looks like that hard-on is going to get in my way. Let me slap it down quickly. Naughty thing! I think your balls need a very hard yank and twist. Now we’re getting into the spirit of it all. 

                         Are you ready for your present? Maybe not, but I’m ready to give it to you. Just look at my beautiful, new, shiny Burdizzo clamp. I promised you something special, now didn’t I? 

My mouth is just watering thinking about the mischief I could do to those trophy balls.  That isn’t all that is watering. Maybe, just maybe when we’re done, I’ll allow you to service my pussy.

 

Written By: Brianna
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BDSM Phone Sex with Mistress Koko

The sight of my whip makes you quiver. You know that you’re in for an exciting BDSM session. Strategically placed pain stimulates you. 

I bind your hands and ankles, and place nipple clamps on you. I use my vibrator on your cock and your ass. I massage your prostate, pour hot wax on your body, and whip your cock and balls.

You moan and cry out, but you don’t ask me to stop. You have your safe word, but you don’t use it. Pain turns you on. Pain reminds you that you’re alive. There’s a rush of endorphins, like a runner’s high. Most people do not understand how you can experience this much pain, yet alone find it exciting, even pleasurable. 

At the end of the session, you’re relaxed and as timid as a kitten. All the stress has been released, and you’re calm and serene. 

 

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Written By: Mistress KoKo
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