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Torture Sex Made James My Sex Slave for Life

torture sexI use torture sex to control my slaves. However, James did not know that. He thought we met at a bar and had a connection. But I don’t form love connections. Men are my cunt slaves. They serve me. Not the other way around. Although James appeared eager to please, I think he wanted a more reciprocal relationship. Maybe even a boring vanilla one. But I had other plans for him.

I let him follow me home. But only I knew he would never leave. I made him a strong cocktail and slipped into something sexier. He checked out my Gothic home. Although, he would need to wait to see my dungeon. My sex slaves need to work for me when ever I want. However, James seemed to not understand my terminology. I did not say boyfriend. I said slave. Slaves do not have any freedom. As he worshiped my cunt, he talked about work and family. And I laughed. He will never leave my castle. Never.

But James needed more convincing. So, I took him down to my dungeon. That is where I break my slaves. And I use any means necessary. If he would not conform to my desires, I’d make him a snuff porn star instead of a sex slave. James thought this was some sort of game. But I do not play games. Instead, I break men and shape them into loyal sex slaves and cunt worshipers. I strung him upside down as my first order of business. As I spun him around, he got a head rush.

Some Slaves Need Torture Before They Dedicate Their Lives to Me

I stood on a stool and ordered my slave to eat my pussy and ass. Even strung upside down, he still thought this was a game and he would go to work in the morning. I broke out the heavy artillery. Whips, chains, restraints, a strapon and a cattle prod. For hours, I beat him. Shocked him too. 

His body looked like I dragged him along a gravel road tied to the back of my truck. But he still did not understand the assignment. So, I put a castration band around his nuts. I castrate all my sex slaves. Their sexual pleasure does not matter. They exist to service me. And that is the only thing they will do under my control.

But I use the castration band to help reduce the testosterone in my slaves. Makes them less squirrely and more manageable.  Although James did not understand my use of the castration band, he soon realized his fate as a eunuch slave. As his balls turned blue and eventually black from the lack of circulation, he knew castration phone sex would be inevitable.

Some sex slaves submit immediately to me and dedicate their lives too me. Others require lots of pain first. Eventually James gave in. Realized he would spend the rest of his life living in a dog cage and only coming out when I need my cunt or ass serviced. I did not need to cut off his balls, but he left me no choice. Some great cunt slaves are born. However, others, like James, I must make.

Bloody Phone Sex with a Creative and Violent Killer

bloody phone sexI put the bloody in bloody phone sex. Personally, I detest killing if I cannot make a mess. Some folks might consider me a psychopath, but I see myself as an artist. I paint the walls and the floors with my victim. Part of it is me just being dramatic. But most of it I view as creative license with the human body.

This guy Michael hired me to kill him. I know, who would hire someone to kill them when they could swallow some pills or something. But Michael got himself in hot water with a jailbait girl. And the truth would come out sooner or later. Not only did he not want to go to prison, but he also did not want to saddle his family with the embarrassment and financial burden that comes with court and prison.

He acted kind of noble in a way. Hire me for killer phone sex, and his family gets his life insurance because he got murdered. And no legal proceedings to drag them through the mud. But I knew that I could not dispose of his body. I had to kill him and leave the body to be found so the life insurance would pay off. And I needed to make the murder look like a man did it and while his wife had an alibi. The police always look at the spouse when someone dies from murder.

I Love to Make a Bloody Mess When I Kill

But I am an excellent killer. And I went all out on this kill. As much as I wanted to castrate him for shits and giggles, I refrained. Sexual mutilation of the cock screams female culprit. So, I bludgeoned him to death with a baseball bat. His brain matter sprayed me and the walls. I did this in a no tell motel. But I drugged him first so he would not feel his skull crushing. The motel will be scrubbing his bone and brain matter off the stucco walls for ions.

After I was done, it looked like over kill. And I staged it to look like a robbery. The drugs I used will show up in his system, but the cops will think someone drugged him at one of the bars he stopped at first. I even paid a guy to rent the room under an alias. This is not a fancy place with cameras and the guy I paid appeared so strung out he won’t remember me or what he did for me.

Too bad I couldn’t take pictures of the crime scene. One of my best snuff sex encounters yet. And I won’t get credit for it either.  But I did my job, took his money and his family will be better off. Win win all around.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies for Other Women Never Me

rape phone sex fantasiesDo you have rape phone sex fantasies? Not for me, I mean. Because if you did, I would castrate you, maybe even cut your dick off too, if you did. No one forces me to do anything. When it comes to rape fantasies, I am only your accomplice. I helped Darren shove his mediocre dick inside a girl who scorned his advances. Tiny dick men appear to have the most fragile egos.

Of course, he paid me. I never help a man out of the goodness of my cold little heart. However, sometimes I feel bad for the girl. She just protects her own self interests when she turns a loser down. I do my due diligence and research both my client and his victim. Way out of my client’s league. Like a different stratosphere. Cannot blame her for saying no. And you got to applaud his gumption for even asking her out.

You Never Try to Force Me to Fuck You. If You Do You Lose Your Dick.

I brought Cate to my cabin in the woods, also known as my snuff sex shack. My cabin in the woods has seen more violence than all the Evil Dead cabins combined. If you know, you know. Darren did not hire me for snuff though. If he did, I would have charged him triple his price. But after he fucked her, he wanted to fuck me. Like he thought we were buds now and that meant I would want his mediocre dick. Not only did I find his assumption appalling, I found it hysterical too.

So, I sliced his cock. At first, I just took the tip. I love to bring men to their knees. And any slice or dice of a man’s worthless cock does just that. One of the reasons is I am always packing silver. He did not heed my warning, so I took the entire tiny package. And I untied Cate. Let her fuck his ass as payback. Sure, he got a free castration phone sex ticket he did not plan on, but he knew the rules. Although I could have killed him, I let him live. At least long enough for Cate to kill him. Turns out I like that bitch a lot more than I did Darren.

Knife Play Phone Sex Because Knives Require Skill and They Can Torture

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex will always be a favorite of mine. Knives require skill. Anyone can kill some one with a bullet, but when you use a knife, you show prowess not luck. Hunters use knives. Sure, they use rifles too, but I prefer the old-style hunting. Hands, mind and a deadly knife equal a better win.

Knives possess diversity too because you can use a knife to kill or torture. A gun just kills. A hundred little strategically placed knife wounds prolongs suffering. However, a hundred bullet wounds, I consider a waste of bullets because the person would be dead after a few anyway. So, when I hunt prey, I only arm myself with a knife. It is all I need. And I went hunting yesterday.

Sometimes, when I have no clients who need my skills to get rid of a personal problem, I pick out a personal problem randomly. And Chris won my personal problem lottery last night and I rewarded him with free snuff sex. He made my radar a few months ago because of his actions towards women. I would call him a predator. He picks out the drunkest girl in a bar and fucks her. Predators always make my list. So, I went Promising Young Woman on him.

Knives Allow Me to Show off My Skills

I shed my Goth looks and dressed up all cute and shit. Trust me. It killed me to dress that way. However, I was on a mission. And like the predictable piece of shit he is, he picked me up and took me home. I acted drunk, but I was sober as fuck. When he tried to take my clothes off, I stabbed him in the gut. Stomach wounds bleed out slowly, but painfully. Harder to restrict blood loss too. He never saw it coming.

I am fast on my feet. And skilled at the art of deception. While he bled out on his bedroom floor, I tortured his cock and balls. Sliced his dick like it was a salami log. My knife enabled me to prolong his torture sex. I made him feel all the pain his victims felt. I shoved part of his cock in his mouth. When the police discover his body, they will know it was a sexually motivated crime.

A bullet would show mercy. And this piece of shit deserved no mercy at all. Knives are my best friends. And they will always be my weapon of choice.

Bloody Phone Sex Massacres Turn Me On.

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex only gets bloodier when I am around. Why? Because I am a sick Goth chick who likes to go helter skelter when I kill. Don’t worry, I know how to clean up a crime scene. I learned from the best. My grandfather went to college for forensic science and criminology. Although he ended up running a prison, he passed down his knowledge of forensic arts to me. He cleaned up my first crime scene. And to this day, no one has discovered her body. Not even her bones.

However, since that schoolgirl crime I committed, my skills have improved. And I know how to harness my anger, so I never kill impulsively. That is what gets you caught. I used to kill quickly, swiftly and never left much of a mess to clean up. But I got bored of that kind of snuff. No fun if it is quick and clean. At least not for me.

I work alone or with an accomplice phone sex partner. Last night, I worked with a partner. A female too. That almost never happens. She wanted me to help her kill her ex-boyfriend. I did not ask any questions. To me, it is a pay day. So, I took her money, and we killed that bastard. However, she did not need my help.

I Love Killing with a Fellow Sick Bitch

Often with a male client, they get too squeamish to do the killing. So, I must step in and do it for them. But this bitch? Well, she grabbed a sickle and took his cock off. He must have really done something terrible. Or perhaps she is just a violent bitch like me. I watched and laughed as his dick sailed across the room. She chopped his fingers and toes off too. Made for a great blood splatter.

This bitch did not need my help. Perhaps, I was like a therapy dog. Just there for emotional support. I did get to chop some limbs with her. But mostly, I showed her how to clean up the carnage. Removing that much DNA took some time. I don’t know what that unlucky bastard did to my client, but his remains will never be found. The remains of anyone I kill or help kill are never found. I am that good with snuff sex.

Snuff Phone Sex Brings the Perverts to My Yard

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex brings all the perverts to my yard. Once men realize you get off on pain, suffering and snuff, you cannot beat them off with a stick. And sometimes I must. Men who hire me to commit a crime with them often think they love me. Just because I take your money to kill some whore with you does not mean I want to fuck you. We may have a great time force fucking and snuffing out a bitch together, but our relationship is transactional only.

David hired me to kill a cock teasing teen with him. Although I found murder and mayhem enjoyable with him, he still needed me to help him because he was too much of a pussy to do it on his own. So, strike one against him. If you cannot kill some brat without me, you are not sadistic enough for me to want to fuck. Plus, I never mix business with pleasure.

However, David did not understand that when I told him I do not fuck clients that I meant it. He tried to force himself on me. And well that did not end well for him. He died. But I took my sweet time with the torture sex. I strapped him on an X cross. Nailed his hands and feet to it too like some religious murder. I do not believe in heaven or hell, but I believe in pain.

If You Try to Make Me Your Victim, You Will Die

And that was the only reason I did it. For the pain. I nailed his dick to it too. And his balls. That was fun. Eventually, I cut his dick off and stuffed it in his mouth because I got tired of hearing him bitch. What a pussy. Although I never mind helping men explore their rape fantasies, I am never the one they get to fuck. Never. I am an accomplice. I am a bad ass bitch in charge. So, you pay with your life if you try to fuck me or make me your victim.

I must send a clear message to others not to try the same stupid shit. So, when I had this guy’s cock severed, balls nailed to the cross and nails in all sorts of other places too, I live streamed it on the dark net. My own snuff porn. I slit his throat and watched him bleed out. However, his death is not in vain. He will help other men not make the same mistake he did.

Castration Phone Sex Because Your Junk is Not an Entitlement

castration phone sexWhy castration phone sex? I know men ask me often why I chose to specialize in castration. Well, the answer is simple. Testicles are not an entitlement. No man deserves to have an erect cock. Yes, I said it and I believe it. And I stand by it too. When men see their erect dicks as an entitlement, they start to think women are here for them. That leads them to disregard women and see them as nothing but cum receptacles. Nope. Not the case, especially not with me. And not acceptable behavior.

Although many men pay me to remove their testicles, I take many for free. Men with small dicks appear more enlightened than men with average or big dicks. I do not care about the size of your dick. If you try to force yourself on me, or get overly aggressive with me, I will take your balls, and perhaps your cock too. Torture sex turns me on. So, do not for a moment think you are safe from my wrath simply because you have a big dick.

Your Cock and Balls are Not an Entitlement But a Privilege, And I Can Revoke Your Privileges Anytime

Alex thought his big cock gave him the right to force himself on a fellow Goth girl. She said no repeatedly, but he thought she was playing a game. So, she contacted me for revenge. I love revenge castration. Your dick and balls are a privilege, not an entitlement. And I can revoke your privileges anytime I want. Alex likes Goth girls, so we set him up. I enlisted his victim as my accomplice.

Revenge is a dish best served with severed testicles and a slice of cock. Once we had him incapacitated and tied up to his bed, I made sure he knew why we revoked his genital privileges. The look on his face when he saw his victim slice his nuts off with a rusty blade: priceless. When he started spewing his misogynistic crap, I personally slice off his cock and shoved it in his mouth. That shut him up.

Men, your dick and your balls are a privilege. Use them wisely or this sadistic phone sex bitch will revoke all your dick privileges for life.

Medical Fetish Phone Sex with Me Might Be More Than You Bargained For

medical fetish phone sexMedical fetish phone sex calls are not as common, but still under my purview. I love to torture a man or a woman’s junk. Sounding is fun for me. Not on me. But on you. Can you believe that men pay me to hurt their cock and balls? And I take that money and deliver a painful cock and ball torture session.

Jimbo hired me last. He seemed self-aware. With a small dick he realizes he cannot please women. That’s more than I can say for many of my callers. I should never hear things like, “I’m gonna fuck her cunt with my big 5-inch dick.” If you think 5 inches is big, you should not be force fucking anyone. I mean even schoolgirls know 5 inches does not equal big in anyone’s world. So, I will give Jimbo credit for understanding his junk would never do any woman any favors.

He likes cock and ball torture sex. For years he saw a mistress who trampled his balls and jacked him off with Ben Gay. However, I told him I would never jack off a loser. Hell, I rarely jack off any guy. Perhaps I enjoy torture more than sex. Anyway, I agreed to a training session with Jimbo. So, I took his payment and arranged a day for him to visit me.  He came over last night. And I think when he saw my knives and a sounding device, he got scared.

If You Enjoy Cock and Ball Torture, You Are in the Right Place

But he knew I was not a typical mistress. I am a sadistic bitch. I tied him to the bed and put a ball gag in his mouth so he would not bite his tongue. The first thing I did was insert a sounding device lathered in Icy Hot into his pee hole. Tears welled up in his eyes, and his erection I forced with a large dildo up his asshole. I used a knife to slit his pee hole. Blood dripped into his urethra making him cringe more. He wanted CBT fun. And he got it with a bit more.

By the time I finished our session he told me he should have asked for castration phone sex instead. I told him I could take his balls for free, but he ran out of my house like a gazelle. Perhaps, I was more than he bargained for. Might be more than you bargained for too.

Castration Phone Sex Makes You My Bitch for Life

castration phone sexIt is no secret that I love castration phone sex. But I love it even more when the person I castrate never sees it coming. Which is most of the time. Although men do pay me to chop off their balls often, I do a lot of free junk removal because men are idiots. And idiots should never procreate. Why? Because they only breed more idiots.

I make it clear that I am no GFE sort of woman. Men serve me best dead or without their mail anatomy. I do not need a man to make me feel complete. Perhaps, I am just set in my ways and too dominant, but I will never rely on a man to feel good about myself or to support me. Yet George thought it was all an act. I even showed him my sadistic phone sex site so he would understand that I do not couple up like a typical, boring, vanilla woman.

Not Every Man Deserves to Keep His Junk

But he kept insisting he had what I needed and even went as far as telling me he could fuck the bitch out of me. No amount of cock can fuck the bitch out of me, LOL. I am pure bitch. But I plaid the game. Let him think that I wanted to fuck him. Went back to his crappy little studio apartment. While he took his clothes off, I spiked his drink. Before long he would be too loopy to fight me or scream.

I tied him to his bed and let him see my big knife. The poor sap still did not see it coming. His dick looked puny. I mean I doubt a Barbie doll would have felt his dick. So, I chopped his balls off. Saved him a life of misery and prevented more losers like him from being born. He bled a lot. In fact, his blood splattered on me and his walls. He must take blood thinners. Oops. Well, he may have lost more blood than the usual castration, but he deserved it. The torture sex and the blood.

How did he think his 2-inch nub would be able to fuck the bitch out of me? Well now he can never get hard again. So, he will never fuck the bitch out of anyone because he is the bitch now and forever. And I can make you a bitch too.

Blasphemy Phone Sex with a Black Magic Woman

blasphemy phone sexBlasphemy phone sex, I enjoy. I am not religious. Honestly, I do not believe in God. How can I believe in something I cannot see or experience. But I dabble in the dark arts. More witchcraft than Satanism. Little spells and hexes here and there. I have a friend who works in a black magic store down in New Orleans. She has taught me a lot about how to navigate that realm most of us do not believe in, but just in case, we still avoid.

She visited me this week and cast a spell on this loser who would not stop harassing me at my favorite Goth bar. Not that I date a lot of men, but I don’t do boring vanilla men. Guys need to be Goth or Steampunk to get my attention. Vanilla white boys, hard pass for me.

My friend, Sienna, got some of his hair, and tied it around this little voodoo doll and controlled him. If I had not witnessed it with my own eyes, I might not have believed it. She told me I could do snuff porn remotely, but I like to experience the killing and torture firsthand. But being a puppet master to some loser does sound appealing.

I Guess You Can Call Me a Black Magic Woman

Although I do not believe in God, I think I believe in Satan because black magic falls under his purview. And she manipulated this little prick with a single strand of his hair and some magic dust. If that is not black magic at work, I do not know what is. She made him show off his little dick to everyone in the bar. We all laughed. She even made him dance and chug a lot of beer.

My mind worked overtime thinking of all the things I could do to this loser. I dug my key into the little doll’s crotch and watched him fall to the ground writhing in pain. So, I tossed the doll on the floor and dug my heel into the crotch and that boring vanilla boy became more interesting as he screamed in pain. I told Seinna I need to learn how to create a doll like this because there are plenty of losers I want to destroy and women too.

I wanted to test the power of this voodoo doll, so I put it in my panties and sat on it. Sort of like a suffocation phone sex call where I smother a man to death with my pussy and ass. But this was live. Sienna and I watched as he struggled to breathe. The bartender called 911 but when EMTs arrived it appeared too late. It will be a mystery how he died. I am sure of that. Because no one believes in black magic, right? But I do. And now I know how to use it too.