Let’s have some hybristophilia fetish femdom fun tonight.

Do you have a secret hybristophilia fetish femdom fantasy? Hybristophilia, i.e. being turned on by knowing your partner has committed an “outrage” level crime, appeals to my sadistic side. Swooning over male serial killers doesn’t get me wet. But knowing you’re only going to cum once you know I’ve done something really, really bad? Well, that fucking interests me sexually!

It’s one thing to advertise no taboo phone sex. It’s another to long for a caller who truly has no limits, and wants me to get beyond depraved. Naturally, what counts as “unspeakable” varies from person to person. I’m versatile. What fantasy of what terrible thing I’ve done has you by the balls? Did I cheat on you? Did I commit an armed robbery? Am I your own personal Manson girl? Susan Atkins is hot. I’d fuck her. And I’d love to fuck you as her.

Hybristophilia is one of many “paraphilias” (i.e. sexual psychopathologies) according to one of my least favorite books, The Diagnostics And Statistical Manual Of Mental Disorders. Maybe one of my psychopathologies in our fantasy role play gets you all twitterpated. Maybe I got all hysterical because I went off my bipolar meds again and my nymphomania got the best of me. I have Bipolar 1, of course. Maybe I have borderline and have been gaslighting you for years. All the better to fuel my sex slave stories! Consider yourself my muse, just as I am yours.

There’s nothing wrong with having a thing for “bad girls.”

I have a thing for “bad boys” in my real life. Men like a “bad girl” despite the social stigma that surrounds what’s considered “inappropriate” female sexuality or femininity. I have a feeling your dream wife during our call might not only cuckold you but force you into a brutal bi cuckold. It’s not my fault you don’t already realize you like sucking dick for me. Don’t worry, I’m here to guide you.

Overt sexual scenarios aside, I dare you to take me into some Traces Of Death territory. So, maybe I’m going to stage your suicide. The only way you can get off is if I have a gun to your head, bouncing up and down on your cock as I remind you how worthless you are. Certainly, your life could be in my hands. Also, you could know that I take other people’s lives in my hands. I’m a goddess, and I’m going to play God for you. How sick do you want me to get?

Seems like nothing shocks me nowadays. Most of all, I long for a taboo accomplice play call that tears at every possible “fabric” of “society.” Fuck propriety. Fuck norms. Above all, phone sex is an outlet and a creative medium to break the social conditioning, time and space limitation ties that bind us.

Finally, if you’re ready to let your inner hybristophilia fetish femdom freak loose: give me a call. I’m right here, waiting to TERRORIZE you!

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