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Even a Sexy Switch Has Dark Fantasies for Revenge

dark fantasiesEven though I’m a sexy switch, I still have some dark fantasies. I’ve talked about my revenge fantasies for my father and all the men who abused me as a young girl. And I’ve been able to exact revenge on a few of my father’s friends. But they do not remain the only folks I fantasize about killing.

I fantasize about killing my mother too. Matricide I think they call that. My dad abused my mother, and I witnessed it many times. But I was too young to really help her. And one day, she packed up her bags and she left. She did not take her daughter with her. So, she left me in that hell hole with a violent man. She either thought he wouldn’t abuse his own daughter, or she just didn’t give a fuck. But she never came back for me or even reached out to apologize. And overtime, the sadness I felt over the loss of my mother turned into anger.

And now I harbor some deep dark fantasies of revenge. Without my mother leaving, maybe my father wouldn’t have abused me. But better yet if she had taken me with her, we both could’ve been free from him. But my mom only thought about herself. So now I fantasize about setting her up for a rape fantasy. And I found help on the Internet on just how to do that.

Revenge Fantasies Seem So Sweet to Me

Sites exist where folks can share their fantasies. I found a site that doesn’t moderate their content at all. And people can share their rape fantasies and their home invasion fantasies. So, I did some research. I hired an investigator and he found my mom down in Florida. I used a VPN to mask my IP Addy. And once I secured my identity, I went into that chat room as my mother and gave out the address. Told men to break in through a window because that would make it seem more real.

Two days later, Tony messaged me that I put up a really good fight. That I convinced him I didn’t really want to be forced fucked. Honestly, I was not sure my plan would work. Too many variables I couldn’t control from a distance. I didn’t know the layout of my mother ‘s house. I didn’t know if she remarried and had more offspring. But my plan worked. And Tony never realized that the rape fantasy he acted out was with my mother, not me.

My mother deserves more than just rape phone sex fantasies. She deserves to be tortured or even killed. What kind of woman leaves their small daughter with a monster. I just wanted her to enjoy a small taste of what I endured for 10 years until I ran away. Now that I found my mother, I can fuck with her, and she’ll never know it’s me. I doubt she ever gave me a second thought after she left. Revenge fantasies really get my motor rolling.

Phone Whore Cassandra

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Dark Fantasies Become Even Darker When I Party

dark fantasiesDark fantasies I never mind exploring with men who call me. When I party, my mind goes to very dark places. Places I honestly didn’t even know existed in their recesses of my mind. To my family, I’m just a soccer mom. Not exactly a boring vanilla one because I do fuck my boys. However, they don’t know about my dark desires.

And nobody understands what I’m willing to do for cocaine. The things I’ve let men do to me and the way I’ve let them violate me. You might think I’m crazy. But I’m just a pain slut. And a coke whore. So, I enjoy fulfilling men’s dark needs to satisfy my cocaine habit. I’ve made snuff porn and I’ve let men explore their most violent rape phone sex fantasies with me too.

Over this weekend, I let eight men violate me. I made a gang bang porn with some of the biggest cocks I’ve ever seen. But if you know anything about me, you know my holes can handle it. Well, I thought they could handle it. If they took their turns and fucked me one cock at a time in a hole, maybe I wouldn’t be sitting in a bag of frozen peas right now. They didn’t want to turn me into their three-hole whore. They want to turn me into an eight-cock whore.

My Mind Gets Dark When I Party

Three dicks in my pussy, two dicks in my ass and three cocks in my mouth. I thought my jaw might break. My ass did prolapse. And my pussy looks like I just gave birth to triplets. It’s so wide I think your head would fit up my cunt right now.

It’s not what I signed up for. But I needed that money to buy coke. So, I let them use me for hours. By the time it ended, I could barely crawl to my clothes. Cum oozed out of all my holes. My asshole hung out my body. And I couldn’t shut my mouth.

I’ll take a snuff fantasy over the phone any day over this violent shit I endure for coke money. Good thing I’m a fucked-up druggie soccer mom. I lead a duplicitous life. But I know one day my family will find out about the dark depraved shit I’ve done in my life.

Taboo Mommy Blair

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Dark Fantasies Should Be Acted Out with a Submissive Whore

dark fantasiesMost men possess dark fantasies for women. And I think more now than ever. That incel community seems on the rise. Plus, men who actually do get pussy seem to be angry all the time. And I think one of the best stress relief methods is tearing up a woman’s ass or pussy. And that’s why I exist.

Although I do have a master, he does not need me the way the average man needs me. And I was born into this world to be a submissive whore. So here I am. Lately, I found myself playing with fire. By that I mean, I’m putting ads on the dark net offering up my body for stress relief.

Most men seem normal. I’ve entertained a bunch of guys who just wanted to enjoy rough anal sex with nothing more than a cock sleeve. That’s how most men see me. As a cock sleeve or a cum dumpster. Just something to help them relieve some stress. They nut inside me and leave.

But some men like to explore rape phone sex fantasies with a woman like me. A submissive bitch who will not report them to police or out them on social media as a predator. This submissive whore just takes it and never cries foul.

Some Men Need a Punching Bag; Others Need a Cum Dumpster. I Can Be Both

The guy last night seemed angrier than the rest of them combined. For a moment, I thought he might kill me. He preferred to use me as his punching bag, then his cock sleeve. Although he did end up force fucking my ass harder than anybody ever has, I can bounce back from that. He beat me black and blue.

And with a master who doesn’t know what I’m doing behind his back, all these bruises and cracked ribs might be harder to explain. So, I needed to concoct a story that I fell down the stairs. Master trusts me, so he will likely believe anything I say. Master is much older. And I am loyal to him.

But I will need to take a break from the dark web to heal my battered body. Eventually, I knew I was destined for trouble. But I figured that man needed to beat the crap out of me. And maybe you do too. Taboo phone girls are here for you.

Submissive Slut Bernice

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Dark Fantasies Serve as a Wake-Up Call to Self-Entitled Bitches

dark fantasiesMy dark fantasies run darker than most people can imagine. I’m not some vanilla girlfriend with a dark side. I am the dark side. And my mind works overload when I meet someone deserving of mutilation or death. This vain coed walked into a Golf bar and started insulting everybody for looking like corpses. She’s not a sadistic bitch like me. She’s just a mean girl. But she’s a mean girl for no reason. All my kills and the folks that I torture deserve it.

So, I followed this bitch home to her crappy little apartment and decided to teach her some manners. Show her that her mean girl behavior comes with consequences. I wanted to snuff her out. And I think perhaps a jury would find me not guilty because the bitch had it coming. But I wanted this one to live with the constant reminder of what her bad behavior earned her.

This is no taboo role play. I mutilated that woman with my knife. I carved ugly on her forehead. So, until she dies, she will be reminded of her ugly soul. Plus, I carved rather crude names on her tits and her belly to scare off potential suitors. And I cut up her face because she seemed too full of her own self.

Some Bitches Deserve a Constant Reminder of Their Bad Behavior

This little bitch acted like a bitch because of her own insecurities. That’s not a justification for treating Goth girls like crap. I wore an executioner’s mask. So, I felt secure she couldn’t pick me out in a lineup. I’m not dumb. If they see my face, they die.

This girl never saw my face. And I’m glad because I wanted her to live with the torture and constant emotional pain of realizing no skin graft can fix these scars. Perhaps now she better understands how her actions come with consequences. She can’t just walk into a Goth bar and insult the patrons and walk out.

Not my Goth bar at least. I’m the avenger. I don’t do fantasy. Unless of course you have a snuff fantasy then we can explore it. But I’m not the girl you call for the girlfriend experience. However, I am the one you call if you’re a pain slut or you’re in need of a sick accomplice.

Sadistic Bitch Venus

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Dark fantasies made me nabbed with bitch, let’s get her

Dark fantasiesDark fantasies made me drool with lust. Let’s get this little bitch!

 

I only indulge in the most despicable fuck games, and this little slut I’ve got is the perfect plaything.

 

I’ve been eyeing that cocky bastard for weeks, my insatiable craving for his dick growing with each passing day.

But he was playing hard to get, that arrogant prick.

 

I knew exactly what he really wanted, the violation of an innocent young thing, her tender flesh ruined by his mean, hard cock. So, I took matters into my own hands, scouring the playground for the perfect little slut to satisfy our depraved desires.

 

So there was this little bitch! A naive little thing with a dumb bitch smile, completely unaware of the hell that awaited her. I dragged her by the wrist, her tiny legs struggling in vain, to where my master waited. With a cruel smirk, I shoved his throbbing cock into her tight, virgin cunt, feeling her body quake in shock and terror.

 

As his powerful cock started fuck hard into her and making her his Taboo phone slam pig, I dropped to my knees, happily drinking up her tears. Oh, the taste of her innocence was intoxicating, and I reveled in every moan and whimper that escaped her lips. My master’s pleasure was my own, and I knew he would reward me for my obedience.

 

Sure enough, once he had drained the last drops of her virgin blood, he flipped me over, impaling me on his still-hard dick. I screamed in ecstasy as he pounded into me, his hot seed flooding my womb, claiming me as his own.

Roxy

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Dark Fantasies for Extreme CBT Fuel Me Most Days

 dark fantasiesLike most women, I possess dark fantasies of revenge. Revenge on all the men, including my father, who abuse me as a little girl. I used to fantasize about killing them. Just one bullet to the head and they would be dead. And then I could move on and start to heal. But over the years I developed some extreme torture fantasies.

And recently I got to explore those fantasies on one of my dad ‘s old cronies. He came into the strip club where I work. He looked right through me. Of course, he has not laid eyes on me since I was a teenage girl. And back then I had dark hair and no tits. He talked to me and never realized that I was the same girl he explored his rape phone sex fantasies on so many years ago.

I let him think he could take me home and fuck me. But I had something hiding up my sleeve. A poker I use to brand losers and slaves. You see I’m a sexy switch. The size of your cock determines how we play. Small dick losers like my father and his friends are usually the ones with the big dick energy who try to force their worthless little peckers on women way out of their league.

Revenge Includes Extreme Cock and Ball Torture

Jon would not violate a young girl ever again. Perhaps he just did it back in the day because my father egged him on. But it doesn’t matter to me. He could be a fucking priest now and I still would’ve inflicted maximum paint his cock and balls. I tied them up to a chair, naked and afraid. He still didn’t know who I was. And that pissed me off because I still see his face and smell his cheap cologne on me almost 30 years later.

When I branded his balls with the letter C, I asked him to think very hard. I encouraged him to go back in time and remember a girl who would want to do this to him. Ding ding ding. I had a winner. He tried to apologize for his part in my torture as a young girl. But it was too late. My mind felt made up.

I wanted to create some more ball torture stories for my repertoire, and I did. Not only did I trample and kick his cock and balls, but I branded him with my initial. If he ever wants to fuck again, he will have some explaining to do. And I wish I could be a fly on the wall to see how he spins the fact that some woman branded him with her initial for life. Revenge feels so sweet.

Phone Whore Cassandra

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My Dark Fantasies Seem to Always Come True

dark fantasiesWomen enjoy dark fantasies too. But often, my dark imagination becomes reality. Men know I’m a submissive whore and never mind using me. The other night I went to an upscale bar. More like a nightclub.  And I just wanted someone to party with. Maybe score some free cocaine.

And I met Derek. He seemed like a nice enough guy. Wall Street banker type. Generous with his time and his money. Only 28 years old. So, I served as his dirty MILF. He promised me cocaine if I came back to his penthouse with him. Since he didn’t look or act like any of the snuff porn makers I’ve worked with in the past, I assumed he would be a safe option. When will I ever learn?

This guy owned all sorts of creepy sex toys, including a humongous and dangerous looking sex machine. I could tell he had a dark fetish. He promised me a brick of cocaine in exchange for letting him try out his new machine. I figured since he owned an upscale apartment instead of some scary warehouse this might be OK. But I should know nothing’s ever OK with these men I meet.

This Druggy Whore Never Picks the Nice Men to Party With

So, first I sucked that sex machine. And three days later, all I can taste is rubber. He drilled my mouth so hard with that machine. I thought he might literally put a hole in the back of my head. But when he started to use it on my pussy, things changed. Smoke came out of my holes. Yes, he fucked me that hard. And boy did I feel it. I looked at him and he just laughed. I was there for his entertainment. He took advantage of my desperateness for coke and tortured my pussy, ass and mouth with his sex machine from hell.

Although I am a taboo phone whore, sometimes I wish I could just party with a guy. No violence and no torture. But that never happens. Men love to abuse me.

Taboo Mommy Blair

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Dark Fantasies : A Beautiful Feast of Fascinating Death

Dark fantasies offer up a dark pleasure of insidious nature. In fact as the Evil Satanic goddess I am, there is no pleasure stronger than stealing ones life.

The hunt is over. Now comes the Dark fantasies feast—the last drop of life still pulsing through your veins. This Satanic game where I carve my name into your marrow is your destiny.
First off, you’re bound, broken, bleeding across the concrete. Therefore, I kneel beside you to taste that final shudder.
So, I drag the flat of my blade across your chest. ultimately, painting a crimson stripe from collarbone to navel. Meanwhile, your skin splits with a whisper. Then, the fat and muscle parting beneath the steel. Meanwhile, you gasp, and I catch that sound in my mouth, swallow it whole. As your blood pools in the shallow trench I’ve opened.  Now, I press my lips to the wound, drinking deep.

Dark Fantasies of Murder Are Delicious

Then, I find the rhythm of your dying heart—a frantic drumbeat I’ve stolen from your ribs. Essentially, I slide my fingers between the torn flesh, hook them around bone, and pull. With a crack, the echoes vibrate through the alley. Ultimately, your body arches against the ropes. So, I rip the ribs apart like a cage, exposing the wet, glistening organ beneath.
Finally, your eyes roll back, but I slap your face, demanding you witness your own undoing.
After that, I curl my hand around your still-beating heart. It throbs against my palm, hot and desperate, and I squeeze—just enough to make you scream. Now, your blood gushes over my wrist, dripping between my fingers in thick, black-red rivulets. Next, I lean close, let you smell your own death on my breath. “This is the last drop,” I whisper, “the feast I’ve been starving for.”
Dark fantasies

Depraved Gothic Morticia

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Dark Fantasies for Revenge Fuel Me Most Days

dark fantasiesEven submissive women enjoy dark fantasies sometimes. I will admit to possessing some revenge fantasies, especially for my father. And sometimes my ex-husband too. Both men did not operate with safe words. They never thought about me or my needs. I served as a  cum dumpster to them.

I think most women harbor revenge fantasies for men who abused them. Perhaps it’s a necessary step in the healing process. I often masturbate thinking about setting a honey trap for dear old dad or my ex-husband. I know not knowing where I am or what happened to me, likely drives them crazy. Both men controlled every aspect of my world and violated my trust daily.

So, when I fantasize about revenge, it often involves CBT phone sex. I think about surprising both dad and my ex-husband with a big old knife. And I keep it under the mattress for the element of surprise. And just before they penetrate me in a forcible fashion, I either slice the balls off or take the whole kit and caboodle. I so want to bask in their pain like they did mine. I want their blood to splatter my body and take the chill out of the air.

Revenge Fuels My Dark Desires

But more importantly, I fantasize about the ultimate revenge. If I take the cock or the balls or both, I render a man helpless. He can’t do anything to hurt me anymore. Castration literally takes the wind out of a predator’s sails, which explains why I enjoy the fantasy so much. My therapist thinks I need a surrogate for these dark desires of revenge.

But she does not know I’ve tried to castrate a couple men unsuccessfully. Either I chickened out or they saw me coming a mile away. Using surrogates can work. In the past, I deflated a couple balls and carved my initials into one guy ‘s cock. Although it felt fulfilling, in the moment, it did not provide me with the cathartic release I needed.

So, until I experience a chance meeting with either my ex-husband or my father, a taboo roleplay must suffice. And I may never get over my desire for revenge.

Submissive Slut Bernice

1-855-733-5746 Ext 4769

Take out your Dark fantasies on my submissive slut ass

Dark fantasies Fuck yeah, it’s finally time to unleash the Dark fantasies! I want all of your filth!

My aching holes are ready to submit to your darkest, most twisted desires.

Go ahead, take control of my slutty ass like the taboo master you are.

I crave being pushed beyond my limits, engulfed in the taboo pleasure that only a dominant like you can provide.

 

Picture this: I’m draped in sheer black lingerie, stockings, and heels, a hot little slut waiting to be ravaged by you.

You grab hold of my lacy pantyhose, a swift, brutal rip, you tear them from my thighs, the stockings pooling at my feet like the shame I’ve earned.

You force yourself, your hard cock into my pussy, and I, gazing up at you, my eyes brimming with a mix of trepidation and thwarted desire.

I beg you to use my stockings to fulfill your darkest needs. Tie them tight around my throat and make me gag and beg for a breath. I need a filthy Strangle fantasy.

Tie them snug around my neck, tighter than I’ve ever been before. let the ache in my throat match the longing between my legs.

As you constrict the fabric, I’ll gag and gasp for air, writhing in ecstasy, my mind awash with the taboo thrill of being choked by my own stockings.

In this moment, with you as my master, I am utterly at your mercy – a puppet dancing on your strings, coached by every dark, deviant fetish you can imagine.

I want to black out, lose consciousness completely. Then bring me back. I want the lights to turn back on with your cock in my mouth. I think it will be so hot to drink your cum, after being choked out. And you can keep going too. Let’s see how many times you can cum and I can be strangled.

 

 

Breanne

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