Castration phone sex, It’s not for the faint-hearted, but then again, neither am I. When you enter my playground, I reign as the queen of torture and pleasure. I’m not into the fluffy, vanilla stuff. No, I prefer my sex rough, my language vulgar, and my encounters exhilarating.
There’s something about the raw vulnerability, the fear, and the excitement that gets me going. It’s a dance of power and submission, a game of cat and mouse that leaves us both breathless. And you completely ball-less.
Haven’t you been dreaming of the day where you completely submit? You on your back, trembling in fear, as the cold steel of my bolt cutters are pressed against your skin. Sounds lovely, doesn’t? I dream of the mess it is going to make. I want to make a huge squish noise as I make your nuts crack.
I love to tease, to taunt, to drive pathetic little losers like you crazy with anticipation. I take great pleasure in watching my subjects squirm. After all, there’s nothing more satisfying than knowing you’ve got someone right where you want them. I know you are ready for the Torture sex you’ve been wishing for.