Category: Castration phone sex

Making Snuff Movies Helps Me Improve My Skills

snuff moviesAlthough I watch snuff movies, I prefer to make them. I like to catch some of my kills on film. Sort of a learning tool I use to improve my skills. And I make a lot of torture videos too. Primarily cock and ball torture videos. And I use those for the same reason but also for blackmail. I keep predators in check. If they mess with me or somebody who I feel protective about I will make sure the world knows I took their balls and why.

Charlie needed a reminder. I took his balls a decade ago for spiking girls’ drinks and force fucking them. A preppy younger guy who came from a lot of money. But he somehow got his rocks off preying on my kind. I ended his career. Trust fund boy. The kind of money that can buy him out of all the trouble in the world. So, I took the law on my own hands and neutered the bastard. But recently, I got wind that he’s back to drugging girls again. He’s just not stupid enough to come into my bar.

But he is stupid enough to keep drugging women. This time I guess he’s using some sort of prosthetic penis like a rubber dildo type thing that he puts over his limp dick to fuck these girls. So, I decided to catch up with my old friend. This time he left me no choice, but to take his dick too.

Since Your Dick is a Privilege, it Can Be Revoked

A friend of mine helped set him up. That man does have a type. And I knew he could not change his stripes. So, the bartender of the Goth bar he works out of lately helped me set him up. He gave a drink to a girl at the bar and the bartender switched it out when she saw him drug it. She texted me. I waited about 20 minutes, made my entrance and escorted him out. The drugs kicked in and he didn’t even know what planet he was fucking on.

By the time he came out of his drug stupor, he found himself back in my castration chair once again. He remembered me. I don’t think a man ever forgets the woman who gave him such extreme cock and ball torture sex that he literally lost his balls. I told him I knew he violated our agreement. The fucking loser thought all I would do was upload the video of me castrating him. So, I took a butcher knife and chopped the tip of his dick off. No warning. And nothing to control the bleeding.

Castration and Cock Mutilation Remind Predators Not to Fuck with Me

I tossed the tip to my dog who ate it in front of me. He begged and bled. So, I showed a little mercy and I cauterized the wound. But I just did that to make him think I would not chop more off. And for the next couple hours, I chopped a little bit more off each time. Eventually, his entire worthless dick disappeared into my dog’s belly. And when I say worthless, I mean limp. Now I told him if he violates this agreement, the only thing left for me to take would be his life. I think he might believe me now.

Although I do end a lot of men’s lives, I keep some alive, especially predators so that they live with the constant reminder of what their actions cost them personally. And I know if anybody deserved killer phone sex it was this repeat offender. But I just enjoyed butchering his worthless limp dick. He’s going to piss in a bag for the rest of his life. I don’t think he’ll bounce back from that. But if he does, I’ll be ready, and I will kill him the next time.

Snuff Sex: This is The Ultimate Dark Pleasure

Snuff sex is the ultimate dark pleasure. Therefore, I stalk the neon‑lit alleys, hunting cracked‑out whores whose bodies scream disease. And the filthy bums that look for an easy opportunity.
First, I lure them with a promise of cheap thrills and free drugs. Then I drag them into the abandoned warehouse where the walls swallow their cries.
After they stumble inside, I strip them naked and bind them spread-eagled on the cold concrete. While they tremble, I drive my knife deep into their pussy, feeling the hot blood spill as I fuck the wound.
As their screams fade, I carve x’s across her nipples. So, watching crimson run down the bared flesh while I continue to thrust.
Subsequently, I flip her over onto her belly. And on those burning slit nipples in a nice salted floor. Then I ram the blade into the asshole. I choke my victims further with a thick leather belt.
Ultimately, tightening it until their eyes bulge and their faces turn purple.
Finally, I watch their bodies convulse. While there’s cum mixing with blood and piss. It all depends on whether it’s a man or a bitch.
Ultimately, I am an equal-opportunity destroyer. Then I step into the rain, letting the storm wash the filth into the sewers where they belong.
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Castration Phone Sex Neuters Misogynistic Men and Shuts Them Up

castration phone sexCastration phone sex feels like just punishment for so many losers. And a few cocky bastards too. Nothing silences a man faster than losing his balls. Plus, I don’t think anything else corrects a man’s bad behavior faster. And let’s face it, men go unchecked nowadays. But not on my watch.

Some nerdy podcaster, incel type, moved into my city and began spouting off antiquated views of women. He believes women belong barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen. He also espouses that “your body, my choice,” bullshit. But he would make the perfect neutering experiment, I thought to myself. I tried to listen to one of his podcasts. But I got through about five minutes and decided this man needed to come down off his high horse. Women don’t owe him anything.

So, I dressed differently to meet him. I knew the Goth look would not be what he wanted. So, I dressed like a prim and proper good church going girl for our date. And it took insurmountable strength not to strangle him at the dinner table. But I kept my eyes on the prize. Torture sex of his genitals would be dessert. I faked commonality with him because he wants a woman who knows her place.

Incel Men Need Neutered

I drugged this drink because I knew it would kick in before we got back to his place. He passed out before he could pour a glass of water for me. But he woke up strapped to his bed naked. And I could smell his fear and see it. His body quivered in fear. I also placed a plastic tarp under his body for easy cleanup. Tiniest little dick I ever saw. So, I told him castrating him would do him a favor because it would at least make his dick look bigger. All potatoes, no meat. No wonder women don’t fuck him and he feels angry.

I put a ball gag in his mouth because I knew this one would scream like a bitch and make a scene. He kept talking about smiling because his home security cameras would catch my face. Dipshit underestimated me. I disarmed his security system remotely before we even returned to his home. A man like him, I knew would have security cameras everywhere but good thing I’m an equally good hacker.

Your Body MY Choice

I didn’t waste any time castrating him like I normally do. But I just couldn’t stand to look at the loser. And don’t get me started on hearing the loser. Luckily, I gagged him, but I could still hear muffled ramblings about bitches. The loser cussed me out muffled. I’d like to say I admired his spunk, but not his junk. How could I admire anything about a fucktard who thinks women owe him and that he doesn’t need consent to my body. Well, his body, my choice. I threw his words back in his face. And used it as justification for slicing his nuts off.

The horror on his face when he realized I held his nuts in my hand, made it all worthwhile. This fucker will still espouse his hated for women and feminism. But I neutered him a bit. At least he’ll never force himself on some woman. This felt like a way too quick mutilation phone sex session. But I needed this loser to just shut the fuck up.

So, I flipped the script on him. Used his own words against him. Took his balls. I can only hope this quiets him down. But I did make sure he knew that I knew where he lived. Plus, I showed him the little video I made while castrating him. And I will make sure it goes viral if he spouts off about women again. And next time I will not just take his balls, I’ll take his life.

Castration phone sex so you can suffer every moment

Castration phone sexCastration phone sex is a special treat for a girl like me. Don’t get me wrong, I love getting ass-fucked senseless by my hunky Master Daddy.

But sometimes even a masochistic whore like me needs a fresh pain pinata to beat.

Thankfully, my Master allows me to cherry-pick my own helpless soon-to-be-sex-slave-to-be. I thought long and hard about it, agonizing over which poor schmuck to brutalize next.

Finally, I settled on Finn, that whimpering twink who’s always complained about his tiny dick and begged Master to make him a girl. Oh, how I love cunty little boys!

I grabbed Finn and dragged him to my boudoir, where I wasted no time in forcing a slutty dress on him. In the mirror, he stared back at me with wide, teary eyes, all dolled up in makeup. He knew there was no going back.
Then, I strapped him down to the table. I pulled out all the tools, but my favorite was the big metal clamp. I got so excited when I squeezed it around his balls.

“You wanted to be a pretty girl, sweetheart? Well, I’m gonna make you one by gutting your junk!” I laughed maniacally right before I used all my body weight to squeeze the clamps down.

Within minutes, Finn’s balls were in a bloody cup, and I was busy suturing up his empty sack. The scent of blood filled the air, and it was so satisfying to show Finn they were finally gone.

I think he was making happy moans. I mean, who knows, he didn’t have any painkillers. And once they were gone, I had to take the rest of it. So I got the scalpel and got the shaft off too.

My surgery skills aren’t that great, so my Master took over and gave my Torture sex victim the tightest little pussy. Now Finn is Fiona, and pretty soon she will get the biggest set of tits!

Taboo Phone Sex Sometimes Makes Me the Accomplice

taboo phone sexPerhaps you could say I specialize in taboo phone sex. The vanilla shit doesn’t cut it anymore for me. I’ve been a dirty whore way too long. And a drug addicted one too. I think the cocaine brings out my submissive side. But sometimes the right person can bring out my submissive side too.

I met a beautiful Ebony goddess over the weekend. A young, beautiful black girl on a quest for revenge. I think she saw in me someone she could manipulate easily. She looks like the kind of beautiful woman who gets whatever she wants easily. And she wrapped me around her little finger. She picked me up in a bar and promised me some cocaine. But she needed my help with something. I thought perhaps she just wanted me to eat her beautiful black pussy all night long. That girl gave me a serious case of jungle fever.

But she needed an accomplice phone sex partner to get revenge on her ex-wife boyfriend who unleashed a few sex tapes. And those sex tapes ended up all over the Internet, hurting her business. I’ve never understood it, but the woman always loses when a disgruntled ex weaponizes a private sex.

Sometimes, I Luck Out and Get to Be the Accomplice Instead of the Victim

So, I helped her castrate her ex. Normally, I’m the victim not the accomplice. But this woman wrapped me around her finger with her beauty. She didn’t even need to promise me a big bag of cocaine. The promise of licking her Nubian princess pussy would’ve sufficed.

But she told me how to set him up. And I did just that. I lured him to this crack motel. He thought he picked up just a regular hooker on a street corner. But I lured him back to this hotel to fuck. And I would be his last fuck ever. Because you can’t fuck without your balls men.

I felt like such a femme fatale because I put poison on my lips. When he kissed me, he passed out. But I woke him up with smelling salts and he found himself naked and tied to the bed with his beautiful black ex-girlfriend standing between his legs with a very sharp blade.

I told him his actions come at a price. And that price would be the loss of his balls. Once something’s on the Internet, you can’t take it back. You can demand stuff be taken down, but it’s been seen and it’s never truly gone from the Internet. So, he did ruin her career. But ultimately, she got the last laugh. She ruined his sex life when she found the right vulnerable, needy woman to help her neuter her vengeful ex. And he deserved castration phone sex.

Castration Feels Like the Right Punishment for So Many Men

I don’t get to castrate too many men. So, I channeled all that energy and anger over the men who’ve taken advantage of me over the years and put that into severing his ball sack. I did not think that much blood would be involved. But his testicles splattered my face. Not with jizz this time. With blood. We used a hot curling iron to cauterize the wound. We could smell his flesh burning as well as his pubes. Nasty smell. But he wouldn’t bleed out.

While he laid in one of the No Tell Motel beds recuperating from his painful ball removal, I ate his ex-girlfriend ‘s beautiful black pussy. And I made her cum all over my face several times. Now that’s a better smell than burning flesh and pubes. She did not disappoint me. She gave me her body, a big bag of cocaine and a wad of cash for helping her. Why can’t I find accomplice jobs like this more often. I think I enjoy being the accomplice more than a victim. But beggars can’t be choosers. So, I know I will continue to do anything for cocaine.

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Evil Phone Sex Sets The Stage for a Dark Symphony

I, Morticia, descend into my hidden sanctum to perform the ultimate satanic ritual. Evil Phone Sex is what pleases me best, and it ultimately pleases the dark goddess.
First, I capture a strong young man and drag him to my blood-stained altar. Next, I strip him bare and bind his limbs tightly to the stone. Moreover, I do so with ritual ropes soaked in the blood of previous sacrifices.
Then, I light the surrounding black candles that outline my circle. Then, I chant and draw the inverted pentagram in fresh blood on the floor.
My chant is the forbidden words that summon the dark goddess’s presence. Ultimately, I begin feeling her evil power fill the chamber.
Now, the air grows heavy and electric as I raise my ritual athame and begin the blood letting. First, I slice shallow cuts across his chest and thighs. With pleasure, watching hot red blood well up and trickle down his body.
Next, I smear the gore over my naked skin, painting myself in his essence to honor her. Then I mount him, guiding his hardening cock into my wet cunt. Therefore, I am riding him with vicious thrusts that make the altar shake.

Evil Phone Sex Leads Me Into a Dark Ritual

As I fuck him, I deepen the cuts, carving satanic symbols into his flesh. Ultimately, blood pours freely, soaking the altar and splattering my face and breasts.
Next, I lean down and lick the wounds. Therefore, tasting his life force while I grind my clit against him. In fact, his pain fuels my sadistic pleasure and strengthens the ritual.
Essentially, the dark goddess requires his death as the final offering. Whereas my Sadistic phone sex ritual ensues. So, I stab the blade into his side, twisting it to release more gore and entrails.
Now, I ride harder, feeling his cock pulse inside me as his body weakens from the blood loss. With blood and viscera covering us both in a glorious mess.
When his orgasm nears despite the agony, I slash his throat deeply. Therefore, an arterial spray covers me as he bucks and cums hard inside my pussy.
Therefore, I climax violently at the same moment. Instinctively, my walls clench around his dying cock. All while his blood floods the altar.
Finally, his body goes limp in death. However, I continue fucking his cooling corpse. While smearing more gore across my body.
In the end, the dark goddess is deeply pleased by my ritualistic snuff sex. Therefore, I have offered her the ultimate sacrifice of blood, sex, and soul. Power surges through me as I revel in the destruction I caused.
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Ass Rape Porn Gets Me In The Mood

Ass rape porn Ass rape porn every sick fucks pleasure the art of anal sex, taboo and kinky, the pleasurable pain makes my pussy leak cum, at first it was painful, after my first time I was hooked, you see pain is pleasure to me.

 

Years of painful torture-filled sexual experiences have turned me into a pain-loving slut, sex with me has to make me bleed for me to receive the ultimate satisfaction.

 

Twist my nipples as hard as you can, pop a nipple clamp on as tight as it can go, shove the biggest, fattest dildo up my ass, no lubrication, I want to feel my flesh tear as you hammer my tight asshole, make my ass bleed, the blood will be lube.

 

Let’s not stop there, stuff my pussywith two of the biggest dildos you can find, only after you fist my hole, to stretch it out, push my tight pussy to its limit, and  I will love you for life.

 

Today, we will be trying something different. I will be your accomplice, but I am in charge. You will follow my instructions, and I will tell you just how I want you to torture our victim, a young redhead with a flat chest and bald pussy. When we are done torturing her tender body, I will be taking her out of her misery. I am a little undecided on just how to end her pathetic life. Do you have any suggestions?

Snuff Phone Sex is Sweet Revenge Sometimes, And Survival Other Times

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex turns interesting turn sometimes. Years ago, I brought my master at the time this cute coed. She was a little older than his favorite age group. But he saw her at Starbucks and he wanted her. So, I facilitated their meeting. But I liked this girl. And I tried to warn her, but she wanted the money he offered for a night with him.

Honestly, I never saw her again. I felt too afraid to ask my former master what happened to her. Sort of one of those situations where you don’t really want to know the truth. But then I ran into her this week at a bar. I almost didn’t recognize her. Past few years have not been good to her.

However, she did not recognize me until I mentioned my name. I apologized profusely to her because I figured she looked like a wreck because of my former master. However, she got away from him after one night. She took the money and never saw him again. I felt so much relief because I worried over the years what became of her.

I don’t believe in chance. Everything happens for a reason. I’m much different than I was a few years ago. I’m leaning more into my switch side being an accomplice phone sex partner. She told me about her abusive boyfriend who she met during her wild night with my former master. And I didn’t think anybody could be more of an asshole than my former master. This guy she dated kept her prisoner in this basement until she escaped. And now she does not know where to live or what to do to avoid him.

Some Men Do Not Deserve to Live with Balls

So, I brought her home to my place and we plotted his murder. Maybe boyfriend is the wrong word. Captor seems more fitting. I didn’t even charge her because I owed her. Even though she only spent one night with my master and he paid her handsomely for the encounter, if I hadn’t made that introduction, she wouldn’t have met this guy. He is one of my former master’s minions. And I guess he learned a few things from him along the way like how to keep a woman prisoner and beat her into submission.

I remember this guy too. He always wanted to fuck me, but master never shared me.  So gussied myself up for him and laid a honey trap. If anybody deserved castration phone sex it was big Mike. A chance meeting, he thought. I took him back to my place where she laid in wait. But first, I drugged his drink so it would kick in by the time we got home.

And Some Men Don’t Deserve to Live at All

So, we castrated him together. I could tell it felt therapeutic to her. And it felt therapeutic to me because I pretended he was one of the many other men who also did not deserve their balls either. As much as I wanted him to live without balls as a constant reminder that his actions have consequences, I knew he would kill us if he lived.

So, we gutted him like a pig. Pulled out all his internal organs and drove his carcass out to the country. Fed his organs to the wilderness in my backyard. But disposed of his body in this marsh in the middle of nowhere. The fish and fungus living in that marsh will destroy his body before it could ever float to the surface. And we killed him in such a brutal manner to make it look like a rival gang took him out. Nobody will ever suspect two women did this to a 6’5 300 lb. man. But we did. Now she is safe.

Torture Sex is the Only Kind of Sex I Enjoy

torture sexTorture sex might be the only kind I enjoy. Although I am a far cry from a virgin, I’m hardly a slut either. I’m very picky about my sexual partners. And I do have a lot of rules. Rules that most girls don’t. But men can never follow my rules. Either they don’t believe me or they don’t think I will follow through. But I always follow through.

Obviously, being a Goth girl and a sadistic bitch makes traditional dating sites useless to me. And I never plan to marry or start a family. But I like to fuck every now and then. And sometimes I get tired of sex toys. So, I look for a good match on the Dark Web. There I can find some chat rooms and meet like-minded men.

So, when Dan and I started talking, he seemed like an equally sick pervert. He understood my rules. Or at least he said he did. They never do. But I keep trying because at least I know I will enjoy the snuff sex experience when I kill my mate. Dan lives an hour away. So, we agreed to meet last night. We went to my Goth bar for some drinks and then back to my place to fuck.

I made my rules clear to him. But as soon as the clothes came off, he started doing all the things I told him not to do. He used pet names for me. But I don’t like to be called honey, sweetheart, baby or any of that sentimental crap.

I’m No Black Widow, Men. But I am a Praying Mantis

In fact, when any man calls me that I want to puke. And then I want to start stabbing and slicing his flesh. I also have a very clear no spooning rule. That’s the kind of shit for a girlfriend not a fuck buddy. Especially not a sadistic fuck buddy like me.

So, Dan not only lost his dick and balls, but he also lost his life. I hide a knife under my mattress for such encounters. Some people call me a black widow, but that doesn’t fit. I’m not marrying these guys and killing them for their money. I’m more like a praying mantis who bites the head off her male lovers after copulation. So, while riding his dick, I reached for my knife that I store under the mattress, and I sliced his balls off while his dick remained inside of me.

He bled all over my sheets. But I did not mind. I love blood. I’m a gore whore. So anytime I can enjoy bloody phone sex I go for it. I hopped off his dick when I sliced his balls off because of course, he went limp. Sort of like cutting the head off a snake. Now, of course I could’ve just left him a no ball wonder, but he deserved to die. He didn’t take me seriously. And he didn’t listen to my rules. I don’t take shit from anyone.

He learned the hard way. And he lost his balls and his life for not paying attention. Of course, I never expect them to pay attention because men think with their little heads. But I go along for the ride because it’s just another excuse at justifiable homicide.

Medical Fetish Phone Sex Calls are Rare But So Much Fun

medical fetish phone sexMedical fetish phone sex calls seem rare. But I love them, nonetheless. I get a couple a week but being the accomplice comprises the bulk of my calls. And in a way medical fetish exploration seems like an accomplice job. I help you enjoy a massive orgasm. But I help you enjoy it with a little bit of pain.

And in the case of Stephen, a lot of pain. He told me he considers himself a pain slut. In the past, he hired dominatrixes to explore his submissive pain side. Not all men seem created equally. Some deserve to get all the pussy they want whenever they want. Other men seem to exist for cock and ball torture sex.

As Stephen aged, his dick started to work less. But that happens. Age is our worst enemy. Almost everything becomes more difficult as we age, including orgasms. Stephen wanted to play doctor with me. So, I got out a sounding device, dipped it in Ben Gay and rammed it down his pee hole as I used his balls for stress release. Although I could see tears in his eyes from the pain, he kept an erection. And that’s telling. It tells me a man enjoys the pain I’m inflicting on his junk.

Honestly, medical fetish scenarios turn me on. Mainly because I think about revenge on the men who abused me in my youth like my own father. Cock and ball torture seems like perfect revenge for sexual predators. And with the sounding device deep down in his pee hole, I kicked his balls repeatedly in my stiletto heels. The fucker started to piss all over the floor and showed no remorse or embarrassment for it either. So, I did something rather unexpected.

Medical Fetish Fantasies Often Involve Extreme Cock and Ball Torture

I keep a poker with the letter C on it. It looks like the sort of thing farmers use to brand their sheep and cattle. I use it to brand a man’s balls. Essentially castrating the man. Maybe not literally but figuratively. If it man wants to have sex with a woman, he’s got to explain why there is a C branded on his balls. I left that sounding device in his urethra while I branded his balls with my initial.

His cock stayed hard the entire time. Stephen did not lie to me when he told me he’s a pain slut. But I may have kicked it up a notch when I branded his balls. He should feel lucky I didn’t turn this CBT session into a snuff porn. But I was not mad at Stephen. He did nothing but beg for some cock and ball and medical torture. However, I started thinking about my past and branding all those men who abused me in my youth. I got so carried away that I almost castrated Stephen. You leave that poker on the flesh too long and you eat right through the skin.

He tipped me a large sum for leaving my initial on his balls. Essentially, I made him my slave for life. And ruined his chances of experiencing a normal orgasm or relationship ever again. I extract cum from your balls, one way or another.