BLASPHEMY PHONE SEX

Ready to CUM enter the obscene vestibule that is blasphemy phone sex?

Blasphemy phone sex can take many forms. But don’t forget the first commandment: thou shalt have no other Goddesses before me. As in, I am “the Way, the Truth, and the Life” when it comes to your salvation. Or, your damnation. What kind of hell do you imagine us spending eternity in? Black Mass is in session when you pick up the phone and call me, and under my sadistic, sacrilegious guidance you WILL deny God. You don’t need a distant, oppressive “Father” when I’m RIGHT here. And I have much bigger, more interesting, and deeply perverse plans for you than any over-hyped, morality-based deity ever will.

The Black Mass has begun, and YOU will ring the ninth bell.

What kind of blasphemy phone sex fantasies have been festering in your horny apostate mind? Even when I was in Catholic school as a young girl, I remember using the holy water to wet my perfectly styled teenage hair. What if I were to give you a holy water enema? Or better yet, what if I consecrated you with my Holy Water, i.e. my delicious golden piss? Of course, the various elements of Catholicism’s idolatry are just one possible landscape to inspire our sinful departure. What did you find when you “examined your conscience”? I want to find more, and I want to corrupt and pollute much, MUCH further. There are no limits on the depravity of our blasphemy phone sex call if we begin at the point of no return. Ave Satanus!

Perhaps certain objects can heighten the visceral unholiness of our reverse repenting. Did you bring a crucifix dildo? A real Eucharist wafer, the “host” from Communion you pocketed from a recent “regular” mass? Transubstantiation, schmansubstantiation! You’re going to cum all over that cardboard-flavored cracker and eat it for ME, not Jesus, and certainly not any of his deluded disciples. Because Satan does want you to eat your cum. And my bidding = the bidding of Beelzebub. When I tell you to fuck a demonic sex doll in front of our heretical, heathen congregation, you won’t ask me “how” or “why.” Rather, the only response you will even THINK is: “How hard?”

Blasphemy phone sex means relinquishing your soul: sometimes to Satan, but ALWAYS to ME.

Being “good” is overrated. Not to mention a sick and boring lifestyle. Giving yourself over to decadence, to the thrill of true evil makes for much more interesting possibilities. Do you have a wicked witch fantasy? My occult power frightens “believers,” those brain-dead sheep of “The Good Shepherd” flock. Sharing this power with you is one of the reasons I revel in the unregenerate rapture that is blasphemy phone sex. Here in our wanton, debased vestibule, you will “resolve to amend your life” as in the traditional Confession sacrament. But the amending that awaits you will be on my terms, against God, and most of all: based on pursuing ALL “forbidden fruit.” The first sin was intercourse — so what are you waiting for??

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