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Indigo loves medical play!

 

Medical fetish phone sex

Sometimes I get the urge to get really kinky and that’s when I choose to explore medical fetish phone sex.

Imagine Nurse Indi all dressed up in her latex nurse uniform, strapping you into the special gyno table that I have had made with all the latest bells and whistles.

You are nervous as you hear me enter the room and your heart begins to race as you hear me slide the instrument table closer. I pull out a beautiful vintage speculum and begin to lube it up.

You know what is coming and you know deep inside your horny little heart that I have every intention of sliding that instrument of torture deep inside your man pussy.

You hear the sound of my latex gloves snapping as I pull them out of the box and you hear me whisper yesss let the fun begin.

Snuff Sex Only

snuff sexSnuff sex is the best sex. That has long been my motto. Very few men fuck me and survive. I am a praying mantis. I don’t bite the head of my lover off after sex, but I often stab him through his heart or worse. Guys make the same mistake repeatedly with me even though I am clear that I want zero intimacy before or after a fuck. It isn’t necessary to me. I knew Rob was the post fucking bliss kind of guy. He was a sap, but a sap with a freak of nature cock. I just wanted his dick for 30 minutes of pleasure. Rob had a simple task. Just lay there like a dead fish and fuck. Say nothing. Don’t try to get romantic. Just fuck. He did okay for about 15 minutes, then he got handsy and opened his mouth. Sap ass shit spewed from his mouth like a volcano erupting. I reached into my night stand to grab my knife. I sliced his cock off while it was in my pussy. I just wanted his cock, nothing more, so I took it. I made myself cum with his severed penis as he laid there on my bed bleeding out and going into shock. That shut him the fuck up. I don’t know why I try to train men. Men are incapable of being trained to my liking. They can’t shut their mouths up long enough to just fuck me. I dumped old Rob in the woods to be devoured by the coyotes, but not before I made a dildo out of his severed dick. A little quick taxidermy after I came, produced a nice dildo without the annoying man attached. I do like the feel of cum inside me, but it is not worth the hassle of a dealing with a fucktard who can’t shut his mouth.

Torture Sex Fantasy: Death by Orgasm

torture sexHe had a torture sex fantasy. I was the perfect star. He bought me at a black market auction for bimbos. He bought me for a steal too because I had outlived my usefulness to any man. My new master immediately put chains on me. Leg irons and handcuffs too.  He thought I was moving too slow. “Let’s go Bitch,” he yelled as he slapped me across the tits. I picked up the pace. I inquired where he was taking me. He informed me he was some sort of scientist. A mad scientist who was using me as his Guinea pig for a new assassination technique. He planned to inject me with some microscopic robots that would invade my heart and when I orgasmed would kill me by stopping my heart. His plan was death by orgasm. He stripped me naked, put a leather collar around my neck that kept my head from moving.  I was lead downstairs into the dark death chamber basement. I was scared and aroused. A spreader bar kept me from closing my legs as he examined my wet pussy and mocked me for being aroused at my ultimate demise. He injected his mad experiment into my right thigh. I felt weird suddenly. My body was taut, restrained and spread eagle. He used a variety of instruments, including his fingers to masturbate me. As hard as I tried to think of other things, unpleasant things, I found myself aroused. My wet pussy betrayed me. He was determined to make a snuff porn with his purchased whore. I fought the pleasure, but it was impossible. I am a pain slut. Deep down, I knew I deserved to die. I had just hoped, I would not go out like this. I came. I came heard. I felt my body stiffening and soon after chest pain.  In the end what gave me the most pleasure in life, killed me. What is your snuff fantasy?

Castration Phone Sex: I Will Revoke Your Balls

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Castration phone sex is a wicked good time for me. Perhaps, not you so much. Guys seem particularly attached to their balls. Even, small worthless balls are hard to part with. What men don’t understand is that testicles are a privilege. Not every guy deserves them. Sure, you are born with nuts, but if you have proven time and time again, that you don’t know how to use them properly, they should be revoked. Just like if you get too many DUIs, your license is permanently revoked. I revoke balls. Too many men have balls that don’t know how to use them properly. I met Daniel at a Goth bar last week. He was sexually harassing the women there. He called a friend of mine a freak and lots of other far worse names. This fucking loser walked into a Goth bar and started insulting the patrons. That shit didn’t go over well. I don’t put up with trash talking. You don’t like Goths, get the fuck out of our bar. He was drunk and looking for trouble. I am trouble with a capital T. He just had no clue how much trouble he was in. The folks in that bar had my back. I spiked his drink to lessen his strength and two guys lifted him on top of the bar for me. I shoved someone’s panties in his mouth, stripped him naked from the waist down and showed him what happens to disrespectable pricks. The owner of the bar gave me a few things to select from, so I picked the rusty old chainsaw in the back. All my fellow Goths and sadistics were cheering me on. I sawed off his nuts with a rusty chainsaw. He was bleeding all over the bar. Girls got out their lighters and burned the wound shut. He would live, but he was not going to procreate, and he would likely never get laid again because I left a nasty scar. At least he learned a lesson. Don’t come on to my turf and insult me and my friends. I have lots of torture phone sex stories for you as a sick bitch.

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Castration Phone Sex Sunday

castration phone sexCastration phone sex Sunday means you get junk removal at the economic cost of a phone sex call. Normally, I charge a couple grand to remove some loser’s balls, but on Sundays, I feel charitable. I could take loser balls all day long. Nothing gives this sick bitch pleasure like ridding losers and assholes of the very thing they need to reproduce. Certain people should not be allowed to procreate. I bet you are one of them if you are still reading. Last night I chopped off a pair of hairy balls for free. The guy was not self aware. He didn’t want his testicles removed. In fact, he took their departure from his body hard. I bet you are wondering what would justify me taking a random stranger’s balls, right? He tried to force his loser dick in my mouth in a bar bathroom. If you ask me, he got off easy. I could have taken his entire dick. I should have removed his dick, but at least now he won’t be trying to force his puny wiener in any other woman. I carry several knives with me always. This one was tucked in the back of my pants. When he forced himself into the ladies’ room and pushed me on my knees, I grabbed it. He never saw it coming. He felt it when I sliced his balls off, however. The once macho attacker was now a bleeding, blubbering bitch boy. You will never have the upper hand on me. I am always expecting the worst behavior in men. Normally, when I take some one’s balls who has paid for junk removal, I cauterize the wound. I don’t care if you bleed out on the bathroom floor of a nightclub when you assault women.  I should have cut that loser’s dick off and used it to make an ass rape porn. I bet I could make a lot of money from a video where a nutless man got fucked in the ass with his severed dick.