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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!

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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.

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      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? 

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         I  finally was able to leave my house without hurling at the stupidity of the costumes of losers. If I saw one more sexy nurse, police women, witches or Tinkerbelle’s, I might have to kill someone! Not that I don’t enjoy killing. 

    Halloween is so hard on you perv’s looking to get some relief with your pedo cocks. Anyway, this blog isn’t about that though, I do love to manipulate them. It’s about how a drink in a dark bar led to the hottest fuck.

      He was older than me and sexy in that professional power type of way. I bought him a drink and one drink led to my nest. I went to get us some absinthe while he made himself at home. We had our drinks, toasted to new fucking friends, then he grabbed me around my throat. He was fast, caught me off guard. Before long, I was in chains and a bit bloody, and telling him my secrets. 

        I held my breath as the first blow from my own flogger tore at my pale skin…delicious. Eventually, I passed out and woke to the sounds of slurping as he licked up the bloody torn mess of my back, thighs, ass, and cunt. Soon, I was begging him to fuck my ass and leave his mark.

You wonder if I stayed sub to his dom? Not likely!

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             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.

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 I scare you but you know I’m what you need. I’m the other half. The depraved half that makes your dreams come true with just a little prick of my hypo filled with a sedative.

After seeing the stupid Barbie movie trailer, I picked out a out a skinny, blonde, tan Barbie type. I promise you though, she’s just the age you want and ripe to be taken. The smile on your face tells me we’ll have a night of twisted depravity and her little world will never be the same.

You help me get her on the dirty mattress. I slowly take off her clothes and you moan with ecstasy seeing her tiny little tits. I pinch her nipples hard putting on the nipple screws as she starts to wake up. I slap her hard making her completely awake. I lick her face and whisper in her ear exactly what she’s in for tonight.

She is too scared to try and run. I grab her by her long, blonde hair and throw her on knees. I reach into your jeans and take out your dick. It’s so big, thick, and hard. I pinch her nose till she opens her mouth. Stupid little bitch. She gingerly starts to suck your cock, but we both are impatient so I grab her head and slam it down on your dick.

I remove her shorts and her sweet little cotton panties. I push her down on the bed and wrap my hand around your dick and insert it into her sweet little pussy. I like seeing you happy.

You’re slamming her hard now as I sit on her pretty little face making her lick my cunt. I lean forward biting your lip and sliding my tongue into your mouth. It’s almost like we forget she is under us. You pull out of her and I move quickly so you can squirt all her face.  

It’s time to make a decision.  Do we push her out the door drenched in cum or do I put my beautiful soft ivory hands around her neck and choke the last breath out of her.

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 You and I we have a love/hate relationship don’t we?  You love me because I know you so very well but for that same reason you hate me. You stare at me just wishing you wanted to fuck me, but sadly for you, your lust lies elsewhere. It took me just a few hours to completely figure you out.

You still run to me, I’m the only one you can confess your sins to. Is it a confession when I already know or when I help you sin in the name of twisted lust? 

You’re confused because you can’t digest what you really are? Come to me because I know and understand. I’m your “depraved and immoral” girl. When you’re alone at night, you’re the most exposed and fragile, I’m the one to run to. Your perversions have a home and a safe haven with me.  

Come out to play.

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                 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.

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You know what I like about fucking Summer? One season closer to Fall. This year the heat started early. The cool thing is from my apartment roof I can watch so much of the city and it’s dweller’s. A blanket, booze, and music, and I’m ready to watch the world from my own little spot. 

Ever wonder what goes on when people think they’re behind closed doors? Like the big white house and it inhabitants. Small blonde girl and her dad is all I ever see. They always look so fucking friendly to each other, not in a dad/daughter kind of way. Time and exploration is what I need to find the truth to it all. Like I said, I’m hot, bored, and love dirty drama; and a chance to exploit it.

                 Next it’s time to insert myself into their lives. Ever so helpful in recommending schools, places to eat, and of course, alarm companies and such. I even suggested Teddy Cams, as he will want to know what his baby girl is up too. What he won’t know is that I’ll have viewing access to all the cams. 

What am I gathering this information for? Blackmail bitches!  You don’t expect me to earn my money the mundane way, do you? 

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                Tiny, fragile, innocent, lonely, and sad. These are the things you look for. Aren’t they just that? Flat chests, old torn clothes, and hungry. You know just what it is you are looking for.  Your telescope is out, as they move in. You are anxiously waiting, and looking. You see bedroom furniture. Could it be? 

                  The weather took a fucking early warm turn, and she is sitting alone in her shorts. You are nothing if not friendly, so you introduce yourself to the family with drinks and cookies. Those empty brown eyes are calling to you. You smile and make small talk to her. You know all about the games, dolls, and music little ones like. You fit in so well.

               You make plans. You buy a kiddie pool, some yard toys and you are all set. You have never wanted anything so much. 

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     While taking a long walk in the cemetery to clear my head, I came across it. A little hand in the dirt pile. I carefully cleared away the dirt and there she was. Tiny, fragile and blonde. I touched her hand and she was cold. She must have been carelessly buried days ago, as rigger has passed. 

A closer look revealed that she was undressed and dressed again after perhaps?  She had such pretty blue eyes. I wonder what they looked like in her last moments. Was she scared? Or was she happy to die? 

I remove her clothes to get a better look. She has such adorable little nipples. I wonder if I flick my finger over one. Did her eyes just flutter? I wonder what a dead girl’s pussy would feel like? What would it taste like? This is definitely something I have always wanted to do. I slowly and gently place a kiss on her lips. Her dead smell is intoxicating. I feel my heart beating out of my chest, as I kiss my way down. 

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So many thoughts in your head tonight. You are finally alone with her. You climb the stairs to her room. You can hear yourself breathe in the quiet of the empty house. You open her bedroom door, it creaks loudly. You are hoping the pills you put in her dinner will keep her asleep.

Fuck, is she tiny. You think she looks so sexy in her pink sleep shorts and top. You can see the outline of her tiny nipples under the thin material of her little shirt. You stop for a second and start of leave the room.

You can smell her now.  It is intoxicating. What is that smell?  Some sort of little girl body spray? Her lips are shiny. Maybe just a quick kiss.

You pull down the covers all the way. The outline from her sleep shorts, you have to touch it. You start to leave her room, but you hear my voice in your ear.  Just fucking do it, no one will ever know.

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The men and women in my life try so hard to forget me. The places I take them terrifies them, but it also excites them more than they ever thought possible. For that reason you must take your Poison with your pleasure.

Your hand is shaking, you say “hello” in this little scared voice. 

You start with questions, way to many fucking questions. I promise you, I will make you use a ball gag if you don’t shut up with the annoying questions.  

Now you are doing all the tiresome things men do when they don’t want to be honest with me. Nothing is too extreme or violent for me. You cannot shock me, you never could. You like them young? Silly, stupid man. So do I. 

After our call, you might try to forget me. You can’t, can you?   Be brave for once, take what it is you crave. 

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You bring your stunning wife to me for a session. Honestly, she looks fucking scared. I don’t think she wants to be here.  I can figure out a man in less than 5 minutes. I don’t think it’s her that needs or wants my session. Look at you all manly, pretending you’re something you’ll never be. 

I explain to you that I need to have a private chat with her. I explain it’s all in the contract he signed.  Once I get her alone, she tells me the whole story.  Ah, so it seems what we have here is a man who really doesn’t want to be in control. You have a man with a dick so tiny, he could please no one. Here we have a man who plays in his wife’s toys and her pretty lacy things. The solution to this session is quite simple.

  I demand he strip for me. I examine him. Funny how some men have it all and others like him have nothing. After he’s sedated, I explain that it’s him getting a session, and many more will follow.

I hand him a pill to relax. This is the beginning of many pills to follow.  Once you look enough like a bitch, it’s time for you to see just what it’s like to be a woman. 

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    It’s less than a month till Easter. Easter Sunday is the only day you go to church.  You can’t wait to look at them in their frilly pastel dresses and little socks with lace.  You know how littles sit, and you’re imagining what is under those dresses. Visions of little pink, blue, lacey,  and cotton white panty’s. You’re so excited you can barely breathe. Staring at them from your window just isn’t working for you anymore.

You hide yourself so well. Some of your friends even let you babysit for them. I guess they never noticed the peep holes you put to see in the bathroom. You wish it was your mouth they were peeing into. Don’t you?  

I went to school with guys like you. Girls loved you and thought you were so fucking hot. They wondered why you never gave them a second look. They assumed you had a  hot older girlfriend in another school. That wasn’t it though. They were way to old for you. 

                      You lack imagination and have no idea how to carry out your plans without getting caught. That is where I come in. Call me and let’s plot. Easter is almost here. What the fuck are you waiting for? 

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                   By now, you should have learned that the most important lesson is don’t get your ass caught! You have gotten sloppy, and in too much of a hurry to get to the prize. Maybe it’s time you were taught a little lesson in patience.

We’ve already been to the park and we picked out our prey. You can’t stand the waiting. I send you home, since you’re too excited to do as you’re told.

We’re home a few hours later and you’ve been drinking. You’re passed out on the bed.  There’s 5 little ones. The only thing is that this is revenge. You being passed out, makes it all so much easier.

I strip you and tell the girls to get on the bed. You wake up to them all in the bed with you. They’re posing, taking pictures with you, and by now you realize that this will not turn out good for you.

I now own your ass.  One thing wrong and I will share the videos and pictures. Poor you.  What could have been your best dream, has turned in to your worst nightmare.  

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        Halloween has come and gone and now it’s time for the boring holidays. We know how to make the best of those boring times, don’t we? Think of it this way; the sexy little Halloween costumes can now be little Snow Angels. How cute they are in their little Christmas dresses. White stockings, white patent Maryjane’s, and adorable little Disney Princess panties. It’s all there with a little fucking imagination. You do have one, don’t you?

Imagine that you’re so excited for Christmas that you can’t sleep? Your little one has a friend over for a sleepover. That is the real reason you can’t sleep. They’re giggling in the living room. The girls are by the tree, shaking the presents. They’re chatting about what could be in the pretty wrapped boxes. You have a surprise for them, don’t you? 

You finally let them know you’re watching with it out. Your big hand is around your cock and you’re stroking it.  You ask them if they want to see something really special. Their big eyes light up at the thought of a special Christmas surprise. You knell in front of them. They’re like little Goddesses. They’re watching as you stoke it. You try to hold back to make it last, but watching the two tiny Goddesses, you can’t control yourself. 

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The Spooky Season is almost here and you’re hoping that this year will be better. Last year was such a disappointment with the kids all home because of the pandemic. 

You’re so excited planning out the Haunted House you will have for them. You’re already jerking it while you think about all the sexy costumes. Fairies, nurses, Disney Princess, and little vampires. You’re busting with excitement.

I have taught you well, and you’ve procured an old abandoned home. You’ve taken many precautions to avoid any neighbors and hide yourself away as you prepare. If things go as planned, you’ll have a houseful to play with. If things go perfect, you’ll have to destroy all the evidence including the house.

I carefully check your to-do list. Edibles to pass out as typical candy, spiked punch, restraints, candles, floggers, nipple clamps, and some very sharp implements. Looks perfect!

Check with me after Halloween to see just how our little party went!

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     Your wife and kids are asleep and you’re so fucking bored.  You manage to get on the Dark Web. You can’t believe your eyes. Drugs, sex, and violence. It’s all there for you to step out of your boring comfort zone.

You’re a bit nervous, but some liquid courage helped.  Soon, you’re chatting with people you would never talk to or meet in your sorry real life. 

You begin chatting with me. You say the same tired words.  Goth girls this, Goth girls that. We go into a private chat where your fantasy meets my reality. You give me your address and alarm code. It’s fantasy after all you assume.

I show up at your home around 2 am. I am not alone. We first wake you up, and then your wife. You’re pleading, telling me you really didn’t mean it. Your wife is confused and begins to scream. I shut her up with a punch that breaks her teeth. Then she is awake and lucid enough to worry about the 2 in the next room. 

Be careful what you wish for, daddy!

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            Oh, so you were expecting a fancy 5 star hotel and not an abandoned crack house? It sort of sucks to be that fucking dumb. The way I have it planned, they’ll never trace it back to us. You paid me for a service and I plan on doing it right. 

When you bring her to me she is passed out. Time for me to get to work. I strip her out of  her clothes and dress her in crotch-less red panties. I apply red lipstick to her mouth and nipples. She looks just like a 1970’s street whore who has had a very long night.

She begins to come out of her drug induced sleep as I hit her with another shot. She is fully awake, but a bit confused. In her state she believes she made dates with all the men waiting at the crack house door. I convince her she asked to have it all recorded so she can watch it later. What a dumb fucking cunt she is. 

The men were promised they could run a train on her for 5.00 a person. I put her legs over her head and attach a leg spreader to keep them apart. Now that ugly mouth. I knock out all her teeth and place in a mouth spreader. She looks fucking hysterical!

    I admit. I’m getting a little bored by the whole thing. I invite several more men friends and when they’re finally done, we leave the door open for any stragglers.

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