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Men who are small in stature amuse the fuck out of me! I just want to crush those short bodies under my Hades boot heels. I have always had this odd disdain for short men. I suppose I have a “short men suck” kind of fetish. Hey bitch, don’t fucking judge me! 

I went to a bar in the mood for a wild, rough nasty fuck and I saw one who looked worth my time, so I thought. After a few drinks and party favors, we went to a hotel. It is very rare I meet a man or woman I take home. He kicked off his shoes, and what the  fuck? He went down at least 5 inches. This pissed me off, ruined the mood and made me want to break him. So, break him I did. I got him in a leg lock with my strong, lean thighs and squeezed like a python after her prey. I moved him where his face was between my legs, giving him the impression things would be fucking okay now. Fuck me, really? I squeezed his head between my thighs using them like a vice grip. I think he might have passed out because there was no movement from him. I released my grip to see if he was breathing. I guess I didn’t kill him. Maybe next time.

Deviant Malaya Maxxx

Written By: Malaya Maxxx

You are in law school, and you practically live in the library studying. Despite the amount the studying you have, you notice all of these beautiful sexy undergrad girls hanging around, wearing tiny shorts or the tightest pants. Drives you crazy and makes you hard. You don’t have time to see your girl back home. Every so often you need a break. You need to let off a little steam. You pull out your cock and watch hot porn with your headphones. You slip your cock out and stroke it.   

Ms. Koko, sexy head librarian, happens to be walking by and sees your cock in your hand. You could be expelled for exposing yourself in the library. You have a choice, face the student disciplinary board or accept Ms. Koko’s punishment in her BDSM dungeon in the basement of the library. It is not a difficult decision to make with your future on the line, but you know your poor balls are going to be blue, and your ass is going to be red. 

Welcome to the world of BDSM with Ms. Koko!  

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You are afraid, and I would like to say I understand it, but I don’t. I have always been a fearless bitch, and nothing phases or scares me. We moved a lot when I was growing up because I was an Army brat, but also because I was always getting into a bloody mess my parents couldn’t get me out of. By the time I was 17, I left home to do whatever the fuck I wanted. So you see, none of my deviant behavior has anything to do with daddy issues or rape. I am just me, a twisted, depraved bitch with a thirst for blood.

Now that you know a little bit about me, I want to know what makes you fucking tick. What is it about rape, torture and snuff that makes you so hard you lose all self control and don’t give a fuck about consequences? Let’s put our heads together and come up with a devious plan. Don’t be a fucking pussy. Do you want to be my accomplice or my victim? It all works for me and that is the only thing that really fucking matters.

Written By: Malaya Maxxx

You have had a hard life at times, a crappy childhood, and are a loner. You don’t connect with bubbly, sweet girls. You want a girl who is raw, real, and can relate to the dark side of life. Well, that is me, Sarah Jesse.

Want to share stories of fucked-up mothers, pervy boyfriends, or a dirty daddy? Sometimes it feels good to connect with someone who understands what it is like to have no childhood innocence. Learning that sex sells, the commodity that you can use to make pervs open up their wallets and buy you presents you are young. Submitting to them because you were easily manipulated.

You are like me. We both like sharing experiences, but what turns us on is nasty, twisted, dark fantasies. I can tell you a very nasty tale of the debauchery that I have witnessed at sex parties and orgies.  Men with money who can buy anything they want and have it brought to them. I have seen things and participated in the lewdest and lascivious activities in the city that never sleeps, NYC.

Perhaps you have a forbidden pleasure, a salacious fetish or an obscene fantasy. Let your mind go and let’s do a roleplay. No taboos, no limitations here on my end.

Sarah Jesse

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           Welcome to Ivy’s Freak Show. One never knows the deviant, decadent wonders they might find. There is nothing I won’t do if it titillates my demented mind. Please don’t bore me with your vanilla sex or you might just look down to find your balls in my pale hands being twisted and pulled. Of course, some of you might just like that. You know who you are!

If you are lucky it might be a night I have tricked some underage twats to perform for you. Want to see two little cunts stripping down and doing unspeakable acts to each other? Then again, maybe I will invite some of my friends to use and abuse you like a little bitch. One never knows the freakish delights I have to offer, for a price. Oh yes, it will fucking cost you with your bank accounts and your sanity.

What are you waiting for? Scared? I can’t say I blame you. I bring strong men to their knees and weak men do things they never imagined they could.  Pick up that phone, you have nothing to lose but what is left of your souls.

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 I met you at a party where we danced, drank and flirted. I thought you were interesting in a sort of nerdy way. I had no idea most of the time what the fuck you were rambling about with  gaming, and superhero shit. All I really noticed was you had a pretty mouth if you only shut the fuck up I could find a use for it.

The hotel was wicked with neo gothic architecture and furnishings. Rumors were: at one time it was an orphanage where several little fuckers disappeared and housed an asylum as well. Some of us got rooms to stay for the night and at 3:33 am the doors were locked till morning.

You and your friends were staying to try and take pictures with the hotels reputation. Classic!! I had other plans. I took all my accoutrements out of my overnight bag and got prepared to raise a little hell. You were alone in the study when you saw me standing there, eyes glowing and nude. I grabbed you by your neck and tossed you on the floor. I ripped off your clothes and stomped your balls with my heels. You tried to call out for your friends but no one was coming to help you.

Hours later you woke with hand prints on your neck, claw marks down your body, and a strap-on shoved in your ass. The room smelled like sex, and your dick was sore and had dried cum on it. At least you thought it looked like dried cum. You tried to find me, knocked on my door, asked the men who opened the hotel back up. Looks like you imagined me!

Maleficent Malaya

Written By: Malaya Maxxx

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   Did you ever have one of those days when you wake up and find there is bodies in your bed and all over your loft? I know what you’re thinking but “no” they are all alive and more than likely well as I just had one of my unforgettable parties. There is one dude laying with his face buried in my snatch and another with whip marks on his ass and back. I wish I could remember a little more but C’est la Vie.

I stumble to the kitchen and see the coffee is already made. Looks like one of these bitches is a keeper. It is strong, hot and black just like I like it. The sun is already going down and it is time to clear out my loft. I walk around kicking the bodies till everyone is gone except the one I flogged. I lick the bloody marks off his back which makes me wetter than fuck. I need my cunt cleaned so I roll him over and sit on his face. He is mumbling something but who the fuck knows what.

His cock is big, thick and hard. Why not. I ride him screaming like a banshee as my hands go around his neck. I squeeze harder, and harder till we both cum. He begs and pleads for me to keep him, he will do anything for me. Maybe? Except I can’t control my sweet little hands as I finish him off.  I have these urges you see, why not join me and be my pain slut till I get sick of you.

Written By: Malaya Maxxx

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I was in a really devious mood a few nights ago. I had one of my fuck buddies over and decided to try something new. I had him cuffed to the head and foot board of the bed. He was locked down tight and I knew I would be able to play for as long as I want. He was pretty excited himself. He loved being teased and was already primed and ready. He was naked and I was in my sexiest lingerie. I straddled him and ran my fingers lightly up and down his sides. This time, instead of letting my fingers trail any lower, I dug my finger tips into his sides and started tickling him. It really took him by surprise and I could tell he was trying to decide if he liked it or not…. but I didn’t let up. I kept digging my fingers in deeper and deeper, while grinding my pussy against his hard cock. He started laughing and trying to twist away, but the cuffs kept him pinned to the bed. He started begging me to stop, but it only made me do it more. I pulled my panties to the side and started riding his cock harder as I tickled. He couldn’t decide if he should laugh or moan. His face was red from lack of air. I kept going. When he finally let out a huge groan and came inside me, he nearly passed out. I laid beside him as he struggled to catch his breath. It was the best orgasm he ever had and said it was worth all the torture!

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   You know I am a mutilate, slice and chop it off kind of chick but sometimes a shiny new implement is called for. This doesn’t happen often but when I see a pair of trophy balls there are decisions to be made on just how slowly I will annihilate them.

He had no fucking idea who he was dealing with. He thought I was a little bitch who didn’t know her way around an elastrator. He dared to think I was a fuck toy for him to use. Just because knives and blood are my preference it doesn’t mean I am not schooled in the art of castration. What is man but a stud who once he has outlived his worth castration is the only answer.

After some playful ball tugging, slapping and twisting, he was eager to be banded.  Somehow he thought that would make our fucking better. Like a junkie when he ties off to get his veins popping out and then that rush when the belt is loosened up.  He thought we were just playing.  Maybe he was playing, but me? Not so much!

    I don’t think he understood my little game of tease and destroy. His balls began to swell over the bands where my removing them would cause some nicks on those trophy balls. I do love that option but then again to leave them banded so no blood flows to them and they eventually shrivel and fall off. Decisions, decisions.

Written By: Malaya Maxxx

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      You need it dark , violent, satanic and out right sick: and at those times, only Moi will do. I am not some sweet submissive type goth chick looking for her goth boi. I am dark, I am the night terrors you had as a child that never went away. I don’t seek love, I seek total submission and the sounds of screams echoing through my basement. My shiny collection of knives and swords aren’t just for show, they are for torture and blood splatter.

You asked to play in my world, silly boy don’t you know that is like calling for the Cenobites from their sadomasochistic underworld. “Come To Mommy” she wants to play with you. I need to show you the strange excitement of coming while expiring like sour milk. You don’t want to disappoint me now, do you?

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  Men tell me I have the most angelic face, and they couldn’t imagine me being anything but sweet. Looks can be very deceiving can’t they? I am anything but a sweet, innocent submissive chick. Just for fun, why don’t you give it a fucking try. Ask me out to go see a chick flick, bring me pink roses and gift certificates to mundane stores and restaurants. Let’s just see what that gets you? 

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 You have this weird fondness for blonde cheerleaders but you know I can’t stand the sight of those dumb little bitches. You ask me for a huge favor, and you know nothing with me comes for free. At first, you tell me you just want me to invite a few over and claim it is a party. If nothing else, you know they love partying with older goth chicks. A party at my house is always something to gossip with their insipid friends about. 

You watch from the window as three tiny, blonde underage girls arrive. They’re loud and giggly, I fucking hate that.  You make yourself scarce as you know they don’t like you very much. They ask me when more people are arriving and I tell them they’re early so have some absinthe. They giggle since they know about absinthe from the Twilight movies they have seen.  After a few drinks, I explain that no one else is coming. With your help, I change them into fishnets, pvc and Demonia boots. They look like little whores by the time I am done.

I was under the impression you wanted to fuck them, but you don’t. Your revenge is outright brutal! They’re pretty high at this point and I shoot speedballs into their tender virgin veins. A waste of drugs in my opinion, but you are paying, so fuck it. One is crying and begging to go home, the other two are too high to care. 

What you want next is so sick and I fucking adore you for it. We tell the little sluts to decide which one gets the fuck beat out of her and raped with implements.  We promise the other two they can leave when they’re done. You sit in the chair watching, stroking your p-cock. Soon the smallest is down on the ground with her ‘friends” cutting off her clothes. They rape her with a spiked baseball bat and a broken bottle. Group mentality has taken hold, or maybe it is the drugs and after raping her to her cries for mercy they begin to stomp her with the boots I put on them.

You get up from the chair and practically have to pull the girls away. You cum all over the one of the ground and piss in her face. The two friends are cheering, they better not get to comfortable in their surroundings as we kind of lied about letting them go free.

                Poison Ivy

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I have been training a new slave for several months. He is progressing quite well. He has been tortured and whipped. He is trained to submit to my commands, to worship my body, and to serve my every need and desire. I have tested his obedience and devotion. Recently, I rewarded him. I placed a collar around his neck. He wears it with pride.  Now, it is time to take it to that next step.

Yesterday, I had a lavish ceremony with a few of my most beautiful girlfriends. An enthusiastic audience adds to his humiliation. I pierced my slave’s nipples and his balls. I got excited when he winced in pain and begged for mercy. I own him. He is my property. A gold ring was placed in each of his nipples. I can attach a chain between his nipples and his balls. When he gets out of line, or just for my amusement, I will tug on that chain to inflict pain. Don’t feel too sorry for him. The pain causes an erection and his balls to flood with cum. I control his orgasms.

The piercings mark him and remind him that he is my property even when not in presence. He is my submissive, my slave, my property. The piercings are a symbol of our Mistress/slave relationship. A symbol similar to a wedding ring demonstrating our bond and commitment.

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