Category: Castration phone sex

Knife Play Phone Sex Requires More Skill and a Sick Mind

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex will always be my favorite. Honestly, I find no skill in guns. A gun can kill a person from half a mile away. Even further depending on your skill level and the gun. Long range shooting requires some skill. However, close range shooting just requires luck and the element of surprise. With a knife, my subject needs to be within inches of me.

And I prefer knives over guns for other reasons too. A knife can be more brutal because you can do more with a knife than you can with a gun. It requires more skill in planning because to kill somebody with a knife you must be within inches of that person. I don’t even own a gun. However, I own over 1000 knives. I consider many of those knives vintage. Grandpa collected knives. And I inherited his collection and made it better.

Some of these knives belonged to serial killers and murderers who died at my grandpa ‘s private prison. Trinkets to my grandpa. I love using a knife with a story and giving it another story. The knife I used this weekend to castrate a loser who preys on drunk Goth girls, once belonged to a serial killer who would remove the body parts of women and put them onto the men he killed. A very fascinating serial killer who like to turn girls into boys and vice versa.

This Sick Bitch Enjoys Castration

Since I always feel like a sadistic phone sex bitch, I decided to use that knife to castrate this loser and then I took his severed dick and glued it to a pair of strap-on panties. I gave myself the ultimate gift. The gift of his severed useless cock. And I made him suck it. I told you I’m a sick bitch. This man purposely drugs women to take advantage of them. He’s a predator. And he appears to be the kind of man who only escalates.

So, I neutered him. And he should feel lucky that I only removed his balls and his dick. Because this asshole deserved to die. But I think for predators neutering them seems like a more fitting punishment. He will never experience a hard dick again. And he will never hurt another woman again either. He will pee through a stray for the rest of his life.

Sometimes, Neutering a Horny Man Seems Like the Best Punishment Ever

I just added another dimension to his punishment. Perhaps, I felt inspired by a serial killer whose knife I used to sever this guy ‘s dick and balls. We all find inspiration somewhere, right? I used gorilla glue to attach his severed dong to the outside of my strap-on panties. Then I made the loser who just lost his dick, and balls suck his severed cock.

I think he would’ve preferred me to kill him in the moment. But there’s no fun in it for me if I simply give a man what he wants. They need to suffer. And I know castration phone sex does not always make a man suffer enough. But filming him sucking his own severed dick that I attached to my special panties, seemed like a new level of humiliation that even I had not thought of yet.

A gun would not let me castrate a man or enjoy some post castration humiliation. But a knife does.  And a knife with a little bit of sick history makes it even more fun. So be careful men. Me and my knife collection sever balls one loser at a time.

You came to devour and show my daddy my dead meat

Kidnapping phone sex

At cheer practice I noticed you watching me, staring out through the bushes while I was jumping high, flipping and dancing. My snow white bubble butt popping as high as your demented bulge. Jerking your shaft, your moans echoing through out the school yard while we practiced. Sent by my daddy himself you had a nasty plan to take me out, rip me apart and show my daddy my shredded meat stack after you were threw with me.

Stalking me in the parking lot you finally grabbed me on my way to the locker room. Still in my uniform you pinned me against the back wall, ripping my little skirt and pulling my hair,  With one hand on my neck you unzipped your pants, pushed my little panties to the side and took your rape fantasies out on me. I couldn’t scream with your gag, your fat nubby beer can cock ripping up my insides. This all brining me back to when daddy would do me the same every night, turning me on my stomach and thrusting his meat up my ass, shoving my face into the pillow so mommy wouldn’t wake.

I prefer this kind of fucking, it’s what I’m used to, even better that daddy sent you to crumble my little milky cookie. With my head bleeding and beaten against the wall, my skirt up to my stomach, my uniform covered and soaked you brutally blasted me.

Beaten and bloody, hot tight cooter leaking fecal cum down my legs.

Bondage phone sex

Balls smacking against my ass while your digging for gold deep, cock tip hitting my stomach, telling me over and over “shut the fuck up bitch!”. Each spank and slap I start to quiver and shake pushing my tiny pocket soiled in bloody cum cooter into you.

With my team now watching me get humiliated by my daddy’s buddy in the back they began to laugh and point, playing with their clammy soiled twitching twats wishing they were the one’s getting bent. Exploding deep in my little cervix leaving me tight up, bloody and barely breathing.

Killer Phone Sex Adventures is What I Enjoy

killer phone sexWeekends are for killer phone sex. I love hunting on the weekends. No school, no work. A much bigger pool of victims to select from. Now I’m like Dexter. I do have a moral code for murder. Dexter‘s father guided him. However, for me, my grandfather guided me. Taught me to kill with a purpose and how to get away with it. Sometimes I’m a killer for hire. And sometimes I do it to satisfy my craving for murder.

Killing another person feels invigorating and powerful. Especially when you kill somebody who does not deserve to keep on breathing. I know the law says I shouldn’t do what I do. But let’s face it. The justice system seems corrupt. The wrong people often find themselves in prison. While the guilty parties walk around free.

Perhaps, you could call me a snuff sex vigilante. Especially when somebody fucks with one of my Goth girls. It’s a matter of principle for me. Men, especially those incel types think they can take advantage of Goth girls. Not on my watch. And I got word that a loser harassed the bartender of my favorite Goth bar.

A drunk asshole who didn’t like a woman cutting him off at the bar. He came back the next day, harassed her, vandalized part of the bar and sliced her tires. A man with that kind of entitlement and rage should not still be breathing. So, I decided to take matters into my own hands.

The Struggle is Real Not to Kill a Loser within Five Minutes of Meeting Him

No problem finding this loser because he used his credit card at the bar. And I have excellent hacking skills. I can find any information I want. And I got his address. I broke into his house and castrated him. Of course he woke up. But I wanted him to wake up. I wanted him to feel the pain of castration. When he woke up, he found himself tied to his bed. The first thing he saw was me sharpening the knife I planned on using on his balls.

Consider me both judge and jury. I listed his offenses and told him I planned on neutering him. Take a little bit of that anger out of him. I’m not sure if he sexually assaulted anybody yet. But, with a guy like that who feels self-entitled and gets incredibly angry when somebody tells him no, his anger only escalates. Eventually, he would force himself on some woman who rejected him. I wanted to kill him but castrating him fit my moral code better. Letting him live with the reminder of what he did.

Castration Leaves Men with a Reminder That Actions Have Consequences

Castration phone sex requires a sharp blade. However, sometimes I like to use a rusty old knife. One that will prolong the agony. And leave a nasty scar. Although I kill a lot of people, I castrated more than I kill. To me it seems like the ultimate punishment for men with anger issues towards women. I took his balls slowly and painfully. I cauterized the wound. But I left a nasty scar. A nasty reminder of what a prick he used to be.

But that’s the point. Leave them with a daily reminder that their actions have consequences. Women don’t need to take shit from men. I took his balls home as a souvenir. And I put them in a jar of formaldehyde and put them on my shelf with my collection of severed balls.

I never worry about men going to police. Castration seems like a very personal act of violence. So, predators and incels, if they turn me into the cops they go down too because I always document their crimes very well. And I make sure they know that before I leave with their balls in a jar. It feels good to be the queen bitch.

Blasphemy Sex is The Ultimate Best Time During Castrations

I’m Morticia, the blasphemy sex goddess of pain. Ultimately, nothing compares to the ultimate joy of having a Priest by the balls. As it is, my hate of the Church is strong.
First of all, it’s the Confessional where I strike. With my black lace veil over my face, I confess to the almighty Holy Man of my sins. Since I play that I am mourning my dearly departed lover, and I need comfort.
At the beginning of my confession, I portray myself as weak and fragile with deep grief. This brings the priest to offering me solace. Then I tell him how hard it is, and I could really use a hug.
Now, when the priest exits the confessional, he awaits me to offer his Holy sacrament. When I step towards him, I stab a needle into his neck. Soon, he is rendered unconscious. With my planning, I have an assistant to help move the Priest to his Altar.
Finally, I strip the pathetic holy man naked on his own altar. Then, once bound, I break open the smelling salts and wake him up. Now he is trembling.

Now, the Sacred Desecration of Blasphemy Sex Truly Begins.

Without hesitation, I squeeze his worthless priest cock and balls until he whimpers prayers through gritted teeth. After that, I force him to confess every sin while I prepare my razor-sharp ritual blade. “It’s time for your confessions, Holy Man.”
Consequently, his cock betrays him and throbs hard even as terror floods his eyes.
Without hesitation, I squeeze his worthless priest cock and balls until he whimpers prayers through gritted teeth. After that, I force him to confess every sin while I prepare my razor-sharp ritual blade. “It’s time for your confessions, Holy Man.”
Consequently, his cock betrays him and throbs hard even as terror floods his eyes.
Next comes the moment I crave most. I straddle his face and lower my dripping cunt onto his mouth while I slowly castrate him.
Furthermore, I ride his tongue harder as the blade slices through his sack. Consequently, carving away his manhood in wet, bloody chunks.
Hot crimson sprays across my thighs and belly with every cut. Ultimately, his muffled screams vibrate deliciously against my clit.  Finally, as I cum violently, grinding my pussy into his face. All while his balls fall to the cold stone floor in a steaming pile.
Obviously, I keep fucking the gaping, bleeding wound between his legs with my fingers. While smearing his blood and seed all over his chest like unholy anointing oil.
Nothing in this world feels more divine than destroying a man of God. Ultimately, through torture, sex, and turning him into a castrated, broken fucktoy for my eternal pleasure.
Blasphemy sex

Castration Phone Sex Fixes the Problem of Big Dick Energy in Men with Small Dicks

castration phone sexCastration phone sex seems on the rise. Honestly, with all this alpha male bullshit I’m seeing on social media and stuff, I figured more men would attempt to embrace their worthless dicks. But I think all that big dick energy makes men less self-aware. In my opinion, men with big dick energy and pinky dicks are the worst kind of men. They see women as owing them something. So, they don’t take no for an answer.

But my big ass knife reiterates my no.  I embrace my inner butcher. But some girls consider me sort of an antihero. I make bars and streets safer for them. I neuter the big dick energy boys. The ones who think we owe them our bodies because they are male. The men who brag about a 2-inch dick. I revoke men’s Man cards. No woman owes a man anything.

And last night I encountered a man with the biggest dick energy yet. But he also displayed the smallest dick I’ve ever seen. Tiny does not begin to describe it. I could put his cock under a microscope and still would not see it. A bit of exaggeration, but you get the point. He ended up in my Goth throwing around that big dick energy with nothing to back it up. And insulting women after they rejected him nicely.

Snuff sex seemed too good for him. He needed neutered. And I knew just how to do it. I let him think his cheesy ass pick up lines worked on me. And we went back to his place. Poor simp told me I looked like I walked right out of his wet dreams. However, he would soon view me more as a nightmare girl than a dream girl.

Men, Women Do Not Owe You a Thing and We Do Not Want Tiny Dicks

I spiked his bourbon. And before long, he acted drunk. I helped him up onto a chair and I strapped him down. Pulled out the tiniest little dick I’ve ever seen. But he had church bells for balls. His dick resembled a very sad turkey. But I castrated him. And I think I did him a favor. Castration made his dick look bigger. Once I removed those gigantic balls that took the attention away from his little nub, he looked bigger. But not big enough for that big dick energy.

But he seemed too busy crying like a bitch to see the gift I gave him. Maybe one day he will see that I did him a favor. I gave him a clean castration, meaning I cauterized the wound so he would not bleed out. Sure, that method burns the flesh, but it reduces scarring. He’ll never fuck again. But I couldn’t imagine he ever fucked before. Not with such a tiny dick. At least I took away some of that big dick energy that caused him to act a fool. He will never pop a little chubby ever again.

It’s always the biggest losers with the tiniest dicks that create most of the problems in this world for women. But this sadistic phone sex bitch will take care of men like that one at a time. And eventually, I will rid the world of all the false gods.

Castration Phone Sex Is My Favorite Shit to Do to You!

Castration Phone Sex

Some Castration Phone Sex is very fun for me!

I love the thought of holding you down and torturing your hard cock.

You have been a very bad boy, and I think your delicious-looking cock and balls need to go.

I’d force-feed you Viagra just to watch your dick grow.

I’m having all these men over for dinner, and I think your balls would be the perfect meal.

Wait until you are rock hard and take my big steak knife and chop your shit clean off.

Season your cock with a bunch of spices and seasonings until it’s tasty enough to feed to all the men.

I won’t tell them what I grilled up was your heavy balls until they swallow it down their throats. 

 

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Killer Phone Sex Weekend with My Teen Protégé Ended a Bully’s Life

killer phone sexI enjoyed a killer phone sex weekend with my young ingenue. She developed a bully problem at school. I like this girl. Young and sadistic just like me. I took her under my wing a couple months ago and we’ve been a killing duo ever since.

I’ve been instilling in her my hierarchy for killing. Some people just deserve castration and torture. But many deserve to die. This boy at school apparently appears extremely gifted with computer graphics and AI. He creates deep fake revenge porn. But he only uses it on the girls who reject him. So, he creates a deep fake porn of him fucking these girls, uploads it to a site and invites the entire class to watch.

A boy like that will grow up to be worse. You don’t start off young and cruel and grow out of it. You get a taste for it, and you get worse as your age. So, in my mind, a perfect candidate for a snuff porn. My protégé and I hatched a plan to lure him to me. We catfished him using a deep fake of the most popular girl at school. I’ve killed a few schoolgirls and schoolboys over the years, but mostly I kill adults. But this boy needed me to revoke his breathing card.

Occasionally, I Take on A Young Protégé and Turn Her into a Killer Also

He seemed shocked to see my young accomplice. When I made my presence known, the boy knew trouble would follow. I told him about his crimes. Honestly, I thought the boy might be some incel type. But he looked more like a typical high school jock. He seemed full of bravado. Just another egotistical male who doesn’t understand that some women might not want to date him.

I thought about castration but that still would not prevent him from creating deep fakes of women. Sure, he could no longer fuck women, but he could still do damage to them if I left him breathing. However, what I would do did not matter. I deflected to my protégé. And she wanted a mixture. Some cock and ball torture sex followed by death. I’ve never liked brats. But if I ever became a mother, I hope my girl will be just like her.

She utilized my knife collection well. After a couple hours of mutilating his junk, she slit his throat. Not the way I would kill him, but she’s still learning. Cutting the throat can be fun to watch because of the unique blood splatter. But also, because you can really see the expression of fear on their face as they try to hold their throat together to prevent them from bleeding out. However, it never works.

This Weekend, I Let My Protégé Pick the Victim and The Method of Death

I’m more visceral. And more sadistic. I like to disembowel and dismember my prey, so they feel every ounce of pain. And I want the pain to linger until they finally do take their last breath.

But I let her run the show. I accompanied her to bounce ideas off, moral support, and an accomplice after the fact. I helped her bury the body. Well, not so much, bury the body as leave it out in the woods behind my kill shack so the bears and coyotes will dispose of the evidence properly. The cops do not go out looking for tiny pieces of flesh that could be identified as a missing person. So maybe a toe gets left behind or an eyeball. Nobody finds that kind of stuff, not in the deep woods where I kill.

I’m helping my protégé make her school safe for all girls. This guy marks the third high school bully to bite the bullet. But teen boys today seem so much crueler than in my day. So, no doubt more male bullies will take his place. And we will kill them too.

Mutilation Phone Sex With Scalpels And Acid

Mutilation phone sexMutilation phone sex makes you crave blood, I will be your accomplice whore today, going out to find  the perfect victim, a young innocent virgin, what better place to look than the park, found the naive little slut in record time, not even ten minutes and she is in the back seat, screaming and begging for her mommy.  

By the time we get back to Masters dungeon the little cunt soiled herself, her pretty pink dress all soiled and wet, shaking with fear, a face full of tears. 

Stop your fucking whining, you should not have talked to strangers I spat! Making her scream louder, a punch to the face and a little hair pulling finally shut her fucking mouth. 

Running her a scorching hot bath to get her all cleaned up and ready to be mutilated, the bath was far too hot which made her cry yet again,  

 I’ve already sharpened my knife and scalpel, everything laid out bedside, once out the bath she is tied up to the bed, spread eagle and naked, her little hairless pussy so plump and puffy. 

Her panties stuffed in her mouth to muffle her screams, Master instructs me to spread her pussy lips, carve your initials on her belly, slice her little pussy lips off, her tiny clit too. 

Don’t dry the blood let it run out of her, it will be my lubricant Master growls, as he strips naked and strokes his cock, I apply a sharp studded cock ring on his massive cock, preparing him to shred what’s left of her cunt. 

Now it’s play time! I better go get the acid in the barrel, when Master is done I get to dismember her little lifeless body and dump each piece in acid to get rid of her for good! 

Extreme Cock and Ball Torture Sex Ensures Justice is Served

torture sexExtreme cock and ball torture sex brings me so much pleasure. A lot of people believe that sexual predators should get the death penalty. Well at least if they’re preying on little girls or boys, they advocate for the death penalty. And don’t get me wrong. I love killing predators. However, I think living a life with strong urges you can never act on again seems like a more fitting form of punishment.

So, I like to mutilate the junk of sexual predators. Ruin their chances of ever preying on somebody again. Let’s face it. The justice system is fucking slow. And full of corruption and stupidity. People get off all the time for committing serious crimes. Plus, people get convicted all the time for other people’s crimes too. So, I’m a female vigilante. I take care of people who fall through the cracks.

I read a story recently in the newspaper about a local guy with a laundry list of sexual crimes committed against young girls. However, the arresting officer fucked up and didn’t give him his Miranda rights. And that alone set him free. He doesn’t even need to register as a sex offender. But everybody knows he did it. So, I decided he deserved castration phone sex more than anybody else.

I got my young ingénue to set the trap for him. She goes to school with one of the girls he force fucked. So, I knew she could lure him away. She’s gifted. And she becomes more gifted by the day under my tutelage. She lured him back to my dungeon. And I laid in wait.

Sometimes, When the Courts Fail, I Take Justice Into My Own Hands

The look on his face when he realized a schoolgirl duped him seemed priceless. I subdued him and got him on the exam table. I acquired a metal slab table that they use in morgues. Easy cleanup. I gave my young accomplice a scalpel and a knife. Then I told her to carve his junk however she saw fit.

I’m a training a future generation of vigilante women. She carved her name into his dick. Then she made little slices on his balls. At first, I thought she wanted to make as many little slices as she could to cause as much pain as possible.

But she did something wicked that I’ve never even done. She peeled the skin off his balls like his testicles were apples. Once she peeled the thin layer of skin covering his balls, she grabbed some rubbing alcohol and poured it on the exposed flesh. He almost experienced a heart attack on my table from the pain. If I had not strapped him down, he would’ve jumped right off the table.

Eventually, she removed his balls with a knife. When she took them off, they looked like bloody disco balls. But she neutered him. Mutilation phone sex will protect generations of women to come. And serve as justice. I might be mentoring a girl with more evil tendencies than me. And I didn’t think that was possible.

Mutilation Phone Sex is The Best Because My Pleasure is Your Pain

mutilation phone sexMutilation phone sex makes me wet. Now I don’t admit to many guys what turns me on sexually because I don’t want them thinking I want to fuck them. I’m too dominant to be somebody’s fuck doll. But torture arouses me. I just enjoy inflicting pain. But believe it or not this sadistic bitch does have a moral compass. I never torture animals and I don’t torture the innocent.

But I do possess a very lax interpretation of innocent. A man can look at me wrong, and I will take his junk. And on weekends, I like to hunt for worthy victims. The world does not seem short of douche bags or cunts. And sometimes when I’m not even looking for a victim, I find one.

Friday night appeared very rainy, and the roads became slick. I drove responsibly, but so many didn’t. One guy started weaving in and out of traffic, putting him in the wrong lane many times. And he caused an accident. I don’t understand why anybody seems to be in such a rush to wait at a stoplight or get to where they’re going, that they risk causing an accident.

My Moral Compass Might Be Skewed But I Have One

Of course, he sped off after he ran a car off the road. So, I followed this guy so that I could teach him a lesson. In the grand scheme of things being a reckless driver probably doesn’t deserve the death penalty. However, some cock and ball torture sex seems appropriate. This guy caused an accident just to get home in time to watch a college basketball game. I watched him go into his house and immediately turn on the TV and sit down and start cheering for his team.

His house looked like a bachelor pad. I saw no evidence of a woman’s touch. So, I broke in through the back door. I purposely broke something in the kitchen so he would come see what happened. And then I put my knife to his throat and tied him into a chair. I went into the living room and closed his blinds.

Nobody needed to see what I planned on doing to this man. So, once I secured the house and closed the blinds, I dragged that chair into the living room. Then I pulled his worthless dick out of his pants and slipped on a castration band. He drove with some big dick energy. But I do believe the Ken doll I played with as a little girl sported more between his legs. Pathetic.

This Sadistic Bitch will Mutilate Your Junk for the Littlest Offenses

I put a ball gag in his mouth to shut him the fuck up. His whimpering and crying proved distracting. I read him his offenses, and then I carved my name into his cock with a sharp blade. I laughed at him and I told him that I would take from him, not only his balls, but his big dick energy.

The tears in his eyes just made me want to mutilate his junk further. My knives worked overtime carving him up like butcher’s meat. He started to go into shock from the pain, so I smacked him awake. I don’t want anybody to miss the fun.

Well, my fun. Castration phone sex rarely feels like fun to men who cannot accept the fact that they sport tiny, worthless dicks. But eventually, after many cuts to his body and complete mutilation of his dick, I took his balls too. Took the wind out of his sails. I doubt he will drive with big dick energy ever again. Because I neutered him. Brought his balls home as a souvenir. And as a reminder of the good, I have done this world.