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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. 

Written By: Poison Ivy

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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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You have more than any man should. You are rich as fuck. You have numerous cars, homes, and a wardrobe of designer clothes. Yet, you are missing something in your life. The hot models are great for work parties and dinners, but you could care less about then. You can’t find what you need at a legitimate escort service, but you are afraid to find it in another country.  Even your expensive lawyers couldn’t help you out of that mess.

That is why you need me. 

What a perfect solution for your twisted needs. Marry me, and then I can’t be forced to testify if it ever came down to it. It won’t though with me helping you with your deviant needs. Think of all the fun we could have? I get to spend all your money and do as I please. You get the tiny little creatures you so desire. 

          Think of the never ending supply you would have. You are salivating at the thought of those flat little chests in pig tails. You worry that what if you get to rough, or worse yet, someone might recognize you.  I have people for disposal as well. So you see, marrying me is the perfect solution.

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Your thoughts and desires are so dark that you’re afraid to even speak them.  For the most part, you’re a normal man. You have a well paying job, 3 adorable kids, and a hot wife. Just sometimes no matter how hot your wife is, things can get so fucking boring. 

You remember the hot goth girls in college. You would watch them, study them, and imagine what sex would be like.  Never in your wildest fantasies, and darkest dreams did you ever expect me.

You see me going through my backpack to try and find my cash. I’m taking my time and holding up the line. You step in and pay for me. I invite you to drink your coffee with me at the last table. I ask a lot of questions. We’re now talking about your boring wife, and your impure thoughts about your kids. I seduce you into not going to work today.

We joke about the things you want to do, but won’t. I suggest you put yourself in my capable hands. After a long day of persuading you, you hand me your house keys, and your families schedule. I show up, but I’m not alone. You quietly tell me that wasn’t the plan. Shut up, Daddy! Remember when the screaming starts, you asked for this!

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 There was no Halloween last year, but now that restrictions are easing up  the little ones are going door to door for Easter candy.  You’re so fucking excited about it all.

You call me and ask if you could hang with me. You tell me this will be the best Easter we’ve ever had. You come over for the final planning. Some things you just don’t want any sort of paper trail for.  If you get just where I’m going with this. 

We purchased all the items we needed for a great Easter. A few of the clerks asked if this was for our kiddos. I smiled, and said that it certainly was. I almost gagged on those words. They thought we were a fucking married couple with children. We got to my house and began working on the candy eggs we would hand out.

  With a hypo we began injecting the candy with fun drugs like LSD and Ketamine. We rented a small house at the edge of town so no one could trace anything to us.  

I needed someone I could toss under the bus if things went bad. I invited a few more people to join us that I knew would love to be in on our dirty, sexy depraved fun on Easter. I always plan ahead. The more I thought about it all, a party would make the most sense.  I borrowed a kid from a crackhead we knew and took her with me giving out invitations to our party. By the time we’re done, it will all look so innocent. Little do they fucking know!

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You ask me to join you for a little twisted, violent, sexy fun. How could I say no to that? You have it all planned out. She is a bitchy, prudish friend of your wife’s, and you fucking hate and want to fuck her at the same time. 

We knock at her door and when she answers you tase her. Normally, we would need to work quickly, but her husband is out of town, and we have all the time we need. We strip her, and tie her wrists to the post on the headboard. We tell her not to scream, and no one will get hurt. I show her the picture of her little girl asleep in the next room. She knows if she doesn’t behave, I will go into her child’s room.

I take my magic wand vibe, and put it against her clit forcing her to cum. I am all about humiliating the bitch. I grab her head, and push my dripping cunt against her pretty face. My friend eats her pussy and ass making her cum again. I love how fucking much she hates this. He slaps her ass hard, and shoves in his cock. My hot pussy against her mouth is drowning out any sounds of hers. 

She has passed out, and my companion is ready to leave. I smile wickedly, and tell him that I never promised to leave the girl alone. He hands me the taser, and I promise to video the rest of the night.

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To me every day is Halloween. When you do something every day you become rather fucking excellent at it.  There is no angel on one shoulder and devil on the other. With me it is pure devil. Not that anything about me is pure. What do you get when you call me? You get a depraved, twisted, filthy, deviant, extreme session. One that you will never forget, and possibly hate yourself in the morning for your thoughts.

You arrive at my house. It is dark, and almost looks like there is no one home. You can hear music, screams and sobbing. You wonder if you even have the right place. It sounds like no party you have ever attended. You are scared, yet titillated at the same time. I invite you in, and show you to the party favors. You decline at first wanting to keep your wits about you, but then decide to live for just once.

I take you down a dark stairway to my basement. The sounds are getting much louder. We walk past some dancers, but they are not for you. They are too old for your tastes. Tastes you have kept hidden for so long.  I take you to the toy room. The live dolls are dressed in many styles, to fit your pedo tastes. Some are dressed like me, some as schoolgirls, some as cheerleaders and so on. You are interested, but in that room the girls are rather mundane.

There is another room, but it seems very quiet. You are curious so I take you in there. You can’t believe what you see. In your wildest dreams you never thought you would or could go there, but you are. I tell you to take your pick. You are shaking, and turn around to leave. You can’t do this. You stand at the doorway. You turn around, and pick your girl. I smile, and begin to touch my dripping cunt. Nothing gets me more excited than taking someone to the dark side.

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I love to study people, see what makes them tick. I know why I am such a demented, twisted, sex crazed bitch, but what about you? Were you born like that, a genetic defect in your perverted head, or did you just find it happening over time?

I notice how certain words push you over the edge, somethings are really sick and twisted, I just can’t say in my blog. 

Come closer and I will whisper it in your sick, addicted ear. I will shout it out until you can’t breathe. Face it, you’re an Ivy Junkie because no one else understands you like it do. Stop resisting, I am waiting.

 Your addiction,

Goth Girl Ivy

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Ice Cream shops closed, zoos closed, parks closed, and schools closed.  A man like you needs to have options, and with quarantine you have none. Such a pity isn’t it?  I know that for people like you planning is half of the fun. I’ve been planning for weeks all the deviant things I will do when finally free! So Perv, let’s plan.

I wonder what she will look like, her age, and most of all the nasty, twisted things we’ll do to her or them? I know when this is finally over, you’ll go on a bit of a spree. Of course, a depraved spree needs lots of fucking planning. 

Maybe you don’t even need to leave your home. She is right there with you looking so sweet, and innocent. Sort of hot, isn’t it perv?

How about a little twist on our fun? I have a little friend here with me, she is just so fucking cute. You tell me all the things you want me to do to her. You know you’ve been dying to try and take the lead. 

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         My closest married friend has the cutest son. He loves hanging out with me. We listen to music, dance together, and he tells me about all his secrets he won’t share with his mom. He also comes to me for advise about girls.

Last night he came over as he needed some advise. I was already feeling no pain, and I offered him a few party favors. The more he talked, the more I just wanted to fuck the shit out of him. He told me that sometimes girls tell him he is just way too big. Of course, me being me, I suggested he show me so I can tell him if they’re right. Can a male ever be too fucking big? Not hardly!

     Well Father, I make this confession to you not because I feel I was wrong, but because I want to do it again and again. I also can’t tell her so I am telling you. I also want to fuck her and her son at the same time. The things I want to do to them both would even give a Priest a boner. I wonder if I have given you on, Father? I also wonder if that boner you’re now sporting is for me, her or her adorable well hung son?

     I will think of you, Father while I am fucking both of them. Will you be thinking of us while you’re wanking off in the Confessional?

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We make a connection at the bar. You’re wondering if all the rumors you heard about goth girls are true. You say all the typical things men say to me. You ask me why I am alone on Valentine’s Day. I am beginning to get fucking bored, so I walk away and hit the dance floor. You’re mesmerized as you watch me. I sit back down and you bring me some lame ass white wine. I laugh at you and tell you I have a much more refined palette when it comes to booze. It is around 2 am and I have better places to go to. 

You begin to tell me your fetish. Now you have my full attention! You ask me what goth boys are like in bed, and I tell you they’re insipid boring little creatures. It looks like we both have the same proclivity towards big, thick, beautiful black cocks.

We make plans for later. You understand that you’ll be the subbie in this tryst. We go to a very scary, but totally cool end of the city. I book a very sleazy hotel for us. I have you strip and restrain you to the bed. Such a nasty looking room and I fucking love it! I begin to text some of my hot as fuck black male friends. That wee little thing between your legs is getting rock hard. Dude, even my clit is bigger than that mess in between your legs. 

The men begin arriving. I sit in the big chair and begin to finger my hot, dripping pussy as I watch them take you over and over again. This is going to be a very long night for you, so I pass around the party favors. This is one Valentine’s Day I will remember!

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             I know just what you need before you even figure it out. It isn’t always about the age, but about the power I give you. Without my help, you’re powerless. That is why I am the first one to call when you feel the urge to hunt.

Last night when you called it was about a mother and daughter that is friends with your wife. They’re teasing bitches and we can’t let that fly.  They’re rape meat for you. Last night you took it a bit further. We snuffed them out so there would be no fucking witnesses. It was so fucking hot that I went and found myself a little treat when we were done. 

You were upset that I went out on my own to hunt.  Sometimes it needs to just be about me and my deviant nature. Plus, there was just one thing. We all have someone in our lives that we consider untouchable. I own you and all that you love. The pretty little thing in the pink room in your house was something I wanted. I took what I wanted. Don’t worry, I left you the remains.

Poison Ivy for all the fantasies that are dark and utterly disturbing.

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           Happy Halloween month you perv! I know just what you’re fucking thinking. You want this year to be different. You’re so excited and you know just what and who you want. She is older than you’re used to, but she is so hot in a chubby, big tits sort of way. You’ve worked for her for many years. She is bossy, rude, and you can’t stand her. You want to hurt her. You’re waiting for all the Halloween excitement. Adorable little ones are everywhere. People are drinking, drugging and going to parties. This is your night to strike.

You knock on her door and she thinks it is kids. When she opens the door with a big, fake smile you push the taser into her round tummy. She convulses and falls on the floor. You look around to see if anyone was watching. They weren’t. You look at her body and quickly strip her. She wakes up to find herself bound to the bed. She tries to scream, but it gets stuck in her throat. You know what she is so frantic about. You picked her for two reason and the second one is in her pretty pink Laura Ashley bedroom. 

The bitch tries to give you what you want. All she can think of is the girl in the pink bedroom. You fuck the life out of her and finish with your strong hands around her neck. Just when her life is slipping away, you whisper in her ear that next you will be heading to the pretty pink bedroom.

Happy Halloween! May all your fantasies be dark and deviant.

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    It is almost Fall, and I can’t wait till the cool weather hits. You on the other hand hate when the weather cools off. So many naughty things for you to see in the Summer. Little babes in their tiny bikini’s and shorts. Parents too busy to take notice of what and where they are going. This is your time of the fucking year. Isn’t it perv?

You look me up, and see I have moved on from you.  You beg and plead for just one more hunt. I agree but at a large cost. There is always a cost to you!

We go to the lake, and watch for a bit. So many hot baby birds swimming, sunning, and your favorite. The soccer moms don’t pay attention, they’re too busy chatting with their boring normal friends. You admit they’re hot, but it isn’t your style. I see her out of the corner of my eye. Tiny, with a tight little body, and a perfect mouth. Oh, the things you will do to that mouth. 

She looks thirsty, so I hand her a bottle of soda. Her mom never lets her drink that sugary garbage, but since she will be expired soon it really doesn’t matter. She drinks it down, and the pill hits quickly. We get her in your car, and we drive to that nasty hotel on the feeder road. Old crack hotels seem to have a lot of character, but more importantly it has many ways to dispose of trash. 

It has been way too long for us. Let Poison Ivy rock your world, and destroy hers.

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You are looking at my pictures, bio, blogs and wondering yet again if I would give you the time of day. I only like certain types of men. I understand how the deviant mind works and I fucking embrace it. Do you think you might be fucked up enough in the head to cum play with me? You have these thoughts, sick and twisted, and you don’t think anyone will understand you. That is why you keep coming back to my page and wondering.

Stop being such a fucking pussy. Are you shy, never done this before? I have many, many times and nothing excites me more than a man who can keep up with me.

I was coming home after a late night , and the little ones were just going to school. I saw one for you, perfect in her innocence. I know you’re a P-daddy. The little birds drive you insane. Let’s plot, lets pick one out, and let’s destroy her little world.

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