It’s no secret that I enjoy taboo phone sex. And I love being the accomplice. But I still don’t mind serving the right man. However, the right men rarely ever try to dominate me. But you know who does try to dominate me? Losers with tiny dicks. And you know what happens when losers with tiny dicks try to dominate me? They lose their balls.
Over the weekend, I made a date with a guy I met at the club. Out of town businessman just in town for a few days over the holiday. He wanted to take me out. Handsome, smart, and he looked and smelled rich. I thought at worst I would have a nice dinner. If I didn’t like him, I could do the whole dine and dash thing. But if I liked him, why not bring him home. And he acted like a perfect gentleman at dinner. He showed me a lovely time.
We get to my place, and he turns into Dr. Jekyll. But I wanted Mr. Hyde. He immediately started ripping off my clothes. I gave him no indication I would fuck him. But for men like that, they think if you invite them back to your place, it’s guaranteed sex. And I might’ve fucked him after another round of drinks at my place and a little bit more conversation.
When Men Act Like Dr Jekyll I Fight Back
Of course he had a tiny dick. And of course, he felt entitled to my pussy with that tiny dick because he bought me dinner. Such a waste. An asshole in disguise with a tiny dick. I felt duped. But when he wouldn’t take no for an answer, I resorted to cock and ball torture sex.
I literally grabbed him by the balls and squeezed them like stress balls. Now that got his attention. But instead of apologizing for acting like a self-entitled asshole, he spit in my face and tried to choke me until I released his balls.
So, I released them. Then immediately took a knee to his balls until he fell backwards, landing on the couch. I grabbed my emergency pepper spray, sprayed him in the face, and that gave me enough time to handcuff his hands behind his back. He couldn’t open his eyes. Perhaps that’s for the best because he wouldn’t like what came next. I grabbed a pair of gardening shears I use for my little backyard garden. And instead, I use them to sniff his balls off.
Nothing Settles a Man Down Like Castration
Yeah, I made a mess. Blood began to spatter all over my rug. So, I grabbed a kitchen towel, put it under him and heated up my curling iron to cauterize the wound. He was bucking around like a fish out of water. Screaming and crying in pain. No doubt his eyes still burned like hell from the pepper spray. But I don’t think they hurt as much as his balls being removed.
So, I told him he had nobody to blame but himself. We enjoyed a lovely dinner. I might’ve given him a blow job or a hand job even with a tiny dick to show my appreciation for such a nice evening. But he ruined it when he allowed Dr. Jekyll to rear his ugly head.
He told me he would call the cops. And I told him go ahead because my hidden nanny cam would show him attacking me first. He might seek medical attention. But he will leave my name out of it. When men experience castration phone sex they get too embarrassed to tell anybody what happened. Because here’s why. Most women don’t just castrate a man for shits and giggles. We castrate a man because his actions proved he was no longer worthy of his testicles. Going to the cops will make the cops ask why she did it.
After a Sadistic phone sex session, my handler did the unthinkable; he turned on me, the sick fuck brought an accomplice home, and let the bitch force fuck me with all kinds of instruments and torture devices. My handler sat in the corner watching, giving her strict instructions on how to live out rape fantasies on my cunt.
