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Knife Play Phone Sex Makes It Easy for Me to Castrate Men

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex excites me. A knife proves more versatile than any other weapon in my opinion. I can kill a million different ways with a knife. However, my preferred use of a knife involves chopping off your balls. Or someone’s balls. Sometimes, I enjoy chopping off the entire kit and kaboodle. If I deem your balls worthless, your dick is worthless too. Fact.

Over the weekend, I traveled to a different city for some mayhem. I enjoy castrating losers all over the United States. And trust me, small dick wonders exist everywhere. However, the only problem when I travel is that I do not have my castration chair. I make do though. I can rig any hotel or dining room chair into a castration torture sex chair.

This Bitch Loves To Castrate Men

Most men never see it coming. That’s because I am a good actress. I make tools and losers think I seriously want to fuck them. I own battery operated boyfriends for that. I’m not a “people” person and that includes relationships. Occasionally, I might fuck some accomplice who proves equally as sick as me, but for the most part I am a loner.

This dickless wonder tried to pick me up at a bar in the town I visited. He bragged about a 5-inch dick. How can anyone brag about a 5-inch dick? However, Ed did. So, I invited him back to my hotel to fuck. However, the joke was on him because I had no intention of fucking him. All I planned to do was take his junk. That way, good old Ed couldn’t fuck any other woman with standards again. Although Ed did not sign up for castration phone sex, he got it. And he got it for free.

I Have No Time for Small Dick Wonders

I drugged him without his knowledge. He sat in my chair willingly right before he passed out from my magic cocktail. Once I had him strapped in, I found it easy to chop his nuts and dick off. Sure, he bled everywhere. However, I did not care. Not my house. He passed out from blood loss because I did not immediately cauterize the wound. Eventually, I did though. I wanted him to suffer a bit because he was a jerk.

I got a clean cut on both his dick and balls with one of my knives. Although I cauterized his wound, I left him passed out in that hotel room. As an added touch, I put his severed cock in his hand and his severed balls in his mouth. He will wake up like one of those black market organ victims. Maybe now he will never be able to fuck some poor woman again.

Snuff Sex Means All Sorts of Things, But Someone Will Die and It’s Never Me

snuff sex

Snuff sex anyone? Do you know what that means? For me, it means if I fuck you, I kill you afterwards. Or it could mean we kill some bitch together. Or it could even mean I just kill you without fucking you because I find you that annoying. Most people annoy the fuck out of me. And it they do not annoy the fuck out of me, they often do soon enough.

Very few people last in my world long. However, I think I may have found an exception to the rule. I have a neighbor who a few months ago I helped out of a jam when he accidentally killed his Tinder date. Why he came to me for help, I still have no clue. I could have called the cops on him. But then I guess I do not look cop friendly or anyone friendly, LOL.

Snuff Fucking is the Best Fucking

Although sadistic phone sex pays my bills on paper, I have a dark underground world that makes me my real money. However, my neighbor did not know that. He got lucky. Perhaps, I did too because now we are like Bonnie and Clyde without the bank robbing. That accidental killing awakened a dark side he had no clue he had. And I have nurtured that dark side ever since. My first kill was an impulse kill. I was a schoolgirl and my grandpa covered up my mess. But same thing. An accidental murder awakened my dark side too.

I enjoy helping people find their inner killer. Perhaps, we all have one, but an accident happens, or we just meet the right person who brings out our homicidal impulses. Either way, I can help you like I helped my neighbor. Not saying we will become the best of friends or anything because chances are you will annoy me, and I will have to show you my killer phone sex side. But until then, I can help nurture the killer in you too.

Castration Phone Sex Junkie Venus

castration phone sexCastration phone sex hurts. Especially, if you are trying it at home. You might be surprised how many men attempt to cut off their own balls and fail. Personally, I do not think it is something to attempt alone. Often, men hire me for such things. Men hire me to do all sorts of things like kidnap brats, torture enemies, kill exes and castrate losers. However, castrating losers tops the list of my favorite hobbies.

When Jim found my ad on the dark net, he was in bad shape. He managed to sever one testicle. However, he needed my help to finish his botched job. Men get drunk and begin to commiserate with themselves about their useless dicks and balls. Maybe their dicks lack length and girth. Or perhaps, they just suffer from chronic limp dick syndrome. Whatever the reason, I do not care. I love to castrate men. Because torture sex arouse me.

Some Men are So Stupid They Forget How to Breathe

I arrived at Jim’s place and found one of his nuts hanging on by a thread of flesh. He just could not bring himself to finish the job.  So, I strapped him to a chair with a couple leather belts. Then I ripped that nut off with my bare hand. Sure, he screamed in pain, but that was nothing compared to what I did next. Jim did not piss me off in any way. This castration was for profit not pleasure. Although any castration, I find it pleasurable, and the man finds painful.

I sawed off his remaining nut and quickly cauterized the wounds. Because his one nut had been severed the night before, it did not get cauterized quickly. So, his scars will be nasty and uneven. But at least his balls match now, LOL. Jim felt grateful that I did this for him. According to him, he’s shooting blanks and rarely gets hard. Now, he will never get hard again. To test things out, after he stopped bleeding, I fucked his ass. I love to peg a loser. I am a taboo phone sex bitch.

Want your nuts gone too? Not a problem for me. I am a castration junkie. I take men’s nuts for pleasure and profit.

Gothic Phone Sex Fantasies Take Us to Dark Places

gothic phone sexGothic phone sex fantasies are among my favorites. As a Goth girl, I’ve long been obsessed with spooky castles, vampires, witches and medieval torture. The darker and more ominous something is, the more I like it. Last week, I met a man who thought I was a real witch. Like the broom riding kind. Although, I have been known to cast some spells and eat brats, I have never ridden a broom.

As chance had it, this man wanted to be killed by a witch. Why not, I thought. Hocus pocus and all the dark magic. I took him to my cabin in the woods. I concocted a story about my ancestors being burned at the stake on the very ground I built my kill shack on. You can make a simp believe anything if you tell your BS story with enough conviction.

Of course, I told him my magic powers come at a price. And that price is not just his life. The pathetic loser gave up all his online banking details so I could drain his accounts before draining his life. He might not enjoy the torture sex, but his death would make me a very wealthy woman. I thought about all the gruesome ways to kill him.

My kill shack comes complete with a dungeon filled with medieval torture devices. However, I decided to burn him at the stake like my ancestors. Perhaps, more painful deaths exist, but getting burned alive is painful, just sadly doesn’t last as long. I told him he could meet my makers. I tied him to a stake and built a slow fire under his feet. The smell of fear and burning flesh, I find intoxicating. Arousing too.

However my cannibalism phone sex fetish swings into full gear once I smell burning flesh. His screams deafened my ears. I burned him almost to a crisp. Not completely a crispy critter. Although the only reason I did not burn him until he turned to dust was because I wanted a snack. Never tell a sick bitch you want to die. Because she will make it happen.

Snuff Porn Maker Learned All Her Moves From Her Grandpa

snuff pornThe other night, I spent entirely too much time watching snuff porn. Although I love to watch snuff flicks, I prefer to make them. Don’t judge. You have a dark side too or you wouldn’t be reading my blog. I prefer to be behind the camera. About 20 years ago, I uncovered my grandpa’s collection of underground snuff. Eventually, we started watching snuff flicks together. Not in a sick way. Grandpa never diddled me.

This seemed to be more of a teacher / student relationship. My grandpa took me under his wing and groomed me to be the future of underground snuff. My grandpa’s collection looked authentic. I never once bought the lie that his snuff movies were simulated. I know now they were not deep fakes. Even though I was just a teen girl, grandpa started taking me on his kills.

My first kill, I committed as a schoolgirl. I acted on my own. This was long before I discovered what a bad ass my grandpa truly was. However, he cleaned up my first mess and acted so nonchalant about it. I knew then he was a seasoned murderer. So, he knew what a Goth bad ass I was becoming. I miss him. Killing young bitches together made me the sick bitch I am today. In his honor, I try to kill one little slut a week. Grandpa’s favorite victims had bald cunts still. You know. The naturally hairless kind.

Grandpa Turned Me Into a Killer

Towards the end of grandpa’s Life, I did most of the heaving lifting. Now, I kill in his name. I know he’s down below looking up at me with pride as I force fuck and snuff young brats. Since he taught me everything I know, I never get caught. Countless disappearances of young girls in neighboring counties remain unsolved because I make my victims bear and coyote food. No one knows that they are dead. But I know. Now you know too.

If you want to be a snuff sex movie maker like grandpa and me, I can teach you all I know. I miss hunting with an accomplice. Plus, a man just fucks a slut better than me. What do you say? You game for some snuff fun? I should pay it forward for my grandpa.

Bloody Phone Sex is My Game. Venus is My Name.

bloody phone sexVenus is my name. Bloody phone sex is my game. My favorite color is blood red. My fascination with blood goes back to my younger years when I saw an accident on my family’s farm. One of the workers fell off his tractor and it ran over his arm. My guess, I was knee high still. But my attraction to the site of blood was strong even then.

Now, I am a seasoned bloody pro. Rarely, do I kill some one quickly. I prefer long tortuous bloodletting. Call me a vampire of sorts. Although I do not drink blood in a glass or exsanguinate a body, I do enjoy bathing in warm blood. Witches believed that bathing in virgin blood extended their life tenfold. Do you know how hard it is to find a virgin nowadays?

Luckily, I am a taboo phone whore with no age limits and an unhealthy disdain for young girls. Stupid, young things make my life hell. So, I have zero issues with kidnapping any young girl. Last night, I snatched a young one for my blood ritual. Some illegal immigrant brat no one will report missing because no one knows the girl exists. She resided in a town a few counties away. Never hunt in your own backyard.

Bloody Funtaboo phone sex

Those tender age girls bleed easily too. Her tiny body hung above me. I could smell her fear. Her cries and screams, I found arousing. I let her stew above me in fear to warm up that blood further. As I laid below her in an old steel bathtub, I masturbated to her fear. I used my large Damascus gut hook knife to spill her blood and guts all over me.

I should have prolonged her torture sex, but my need for her blood compelled me to kill her sooner than I would normally. As her virginal blood cascaded over my body, I came so hard. I felt her blood bring me more life. I laid there, enjoying her warm blood and entrails, until it was time to feed her carcass to my pack of hungry wolves that l share my land with. Those wolves are the best accomplices I could ever have in my life. They eat the evidence and keep all my deadly secrets.

Knife Play Phone Sex Fantasies with a Woman Prone to Violence

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex allows me to control the narrative. I have knives always strapped to my body. Even when I sleep, I am armed. A woman like me has lots of enemies. Plus, I am easily annoyed. Never know when I might have a violent outbreak. A doctor told me when I was just a schoolgirl that I was prone to violent outbursts.

Although I do have an impulse disorder, I have since learned to control it. Mostly, that is. My car broke down on the highway yesterday. I did something I never do. I relied on the kindness of strangers. A college girl picked me up. Initially, I thought about just walking to town. But that was a ten-mile walk in the dark and the rain. I’ve seen one too many snuff movies to make that a viable option.

I figured a coed was no match for me. However, she would not shut up. Sure, I should have been grateful. I was grateful. But I wanted quiet for the drive to town. What should not take more than 30 minutes in a car, seemed like 30 years because of the company. You would have liked her. Pretty, blonde and fit. Just annoying as fuck. But annoying as fuck still fucks the same.

Killing Bitches is More Fun with an Accomplice

I killed her. We were not far from town, but her voice was like fingernails on a chalkboard. She asked me too many questions. She could not read cues. I stabbed her while she was driving in the rain on a dark and winding road. I am a quick thinking though. She weighed about 100 pounds if that. I tossed her in the backseat, stole her car and drove to my cabin in the woods.

Although she was not dead yet, she was going to wish she had died in her car. I texted a friend to meet me. Not really a friend. Just a sadistic fuck like me. I knew he would appreciate force fucking a coed. You would too, I bet. I made him my accomplice, but he did not mind because he got to explore his rape phone sex fantasies for a young teen girl.

I enjoyed watching him fuck every hole she had. He even fucked her after she was dead. I used the knife I stabbed her with to carve her up for the coyotes. My accomplice drove me back to my car in her car, and we left her car on the side of the road. We wiped down all our prints. No one will know whatever happened to that cute coed.

Perhaps, you think if I had never hitched a ride, that girl would still be alive. I guess so. But, if I had not accepted her ride into town, my friend never would have fucked her tight teen holes. Everything happens for a reason, right?

Violent Phone Sex Tendencies: I Come with Warning Labels

I am prone to violent phone sex outbursts. I am the kind of woman who comes with warning labels. However, the problem is no one reads the labels. Not my fault when they end up dead. I warned them. Personally, I do not think I look like a person who is not serious. I am a Goth chick. None of us look like pushovers. But every week I meet someone who clearly cannot read or take social cues very well. Usually, it is men. But this week, it was a fellow Goth chick.

I met Amber at a Goth club. If truth be told, I am bisexual. I like pussy almost more than cock. Either way though, I am not the typical relationship girl. I do not like romantic gestures. That includes things like baby talk, cuddling, spooning and anything affectionate. I am not that kind of girl. Sex is all I need from a person. All I want from them too. Amber appeared to be a hardcore Goth girl like me. Potential accomplice phone sex material.

I explained to Amber my anti relationship stance. She seemed cool with it. Then on our third hookup, I had to kill her. She showed up with flowers and candy and wanted to move in with me. I will never live with some one I am fucking. She entered my house, and I told her we should spend the weekend in my cabin in the woods. She had no clue that is my kill shack. Some dark, twisted shit occurs in my cabin in the woods.  If those walls could talk.

Murderous Goth Bitch

Almost immediately when she entered my cabin, she knew she was in trouble. I think she could smell the death and feel the presence of all the lost souls that have died there. I made her death quick. She was a good cunt licker, so she did not suffer like the others. I stabbed her in the heart and within a few minutes she was dead. Although I will miss her tongue, she needed to die. I enjoyed carving her up afterwards though. I took my time dismembering her. Even ate her pussy before I chopped off her limbs. Amber is bear food now.

If I could kill a great cunt licker so easily, imagine what I could do to you. Let Amber’s death be a cautionary tale to you. Don’t baby talk a sadistic taboo phone sex bitch. And don’t fall in love with one either.

Snuff Phone Sex Callers Have Occasionally Inspired Me

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex can sometimes influence me. Usually though, I am a creative psychopath. I do not need to find inspiration on phone sex calls. But occasionally I get to talk to an equally sick and perverted mind. Recently, I gained a new regular. He prefers his woman very young. He likes girls with no hair on their cunts, no tits yet and a sizable thigh gap. I know he is not alone. He shared a story with me about something he witnessed once.

The story goes something like this. He and a friend were backpacking through Europe one year right after college. In my mind, I was thinking this was like a Hostel movie. Some of those Eastern European people make me look like a Disney princess. Anyway, they met a man who asked them if they wanted to see a sex show. Horny boys in Europe? You know they said yes. They paid like $50 total, so they were not thinking this would be a wild show or anything. Of course, that was more money back in the early 90s when this happened, but it was still not the kind of money you pay for snuff sex.

It turned out to be a snuff show with a super young girl. Both men felt conflicted, but they were afraid to leave. These two college guys watched super young girl not only get gang banged but tortured also. The girl was killed and burned in front of them. This was a live show in the basement of an old Romanian monastery. They knew the show was real. Men eviscerated the young girl in front of them. Although logic told them to run and get help, arousal made them stay. The guy who recruited them told them that the parents sell their young girls for shows like this.

Thanks to this hot snuff show, these two guys possess wickedly dark sides now. They travel the world under the guise of backpacking just to explore rape phone sex fantasies all over the world. And this sexy sadistic is going to start being a more continental murderous bitch because I felt inspired. Perhaps, though, I need a traveling accomplice. If I can buy a young girl for a steal, I will do a live snuff show too.

Blasphemy Sex with a Sick Bitch

blasphemy sexDo you like blasphemy sex? I admit I am not religious. So, blasphemy calls are easy for me. I do not understand organized religion. Church goers seem like lemmings to me. They just play a big game of follow the leader and mimic the teachings of some self-righteous asshole. Because church goers follow blindly and most are hypocritical too, I have zero issues messing with them.

Recently, I joined a religious dating app. I just wanted to fuck with some loser lemming. Mark fell for my bait. I catfished him with some stolen Internet picture of a pious looking 20 something woman. Of course, I did not tell him I am a blasphemy phone sex bitch. He needed to believe that I was a church secretary. I knew from a few email exchanges that he held archaic views of women. He asked me how many brats I wanted in the second email. It took all the strength I could muster to refrain from telling him that I enjoy killing brats because they are all the Devil’s spawn.

Satan is More Fun

When he arrived at my place, he almost had a heartache. I would have been disappointed if he died that quickly because I planned on torturing him. He saw me in a Devil’s outfit, complete with horns and a tail. He started praying, but I told him God was not welcome in my house and would not hear his pleas for help. I overpowered him quickly. Once I stripped him naked, he realized I was not a good girl at all. I told him I do the Devil’s work because it is more fun.

I shoved a cross up his ass. He screamed bloody murder too. Get this. The simp was a virgin. He never even dipped his wiener into a warm pussy. He was not enjoying the torture sex, but I was. I spewed some Satanic rituals while I fucked his ass with an object that he believed was sacred. He bled all over that cross too. Of course, I made him spit shine it clean once it was doused in his own shit and blood.

I wanted to kill him. Perhaps, I should have killed him. I mean does this world need any more men who want to keep women barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen. No. But I let him live. Why? Because I want him afraid of every dating a woman again. I wanted to ruin him for life. Although after what I did to his asshole, I bet he is home praying for forgiveness and sitting on an ice pack.