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Castration Phone Sex Princess

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Do you know what else a lifelong masochist is good at other than being a victim? We’re hella good at sadism because we know how to dig and slice into your fears and those dark inner cravings that you keep in check. Ok, so not all sadists want to have the tables turned on them. The ones that do want to experience some pain for pain, though? They fall all over themselves to get a piece of my torture. I’ll make you beg me for more, and I’ll give it to you. I’ll take them too, your balls, that is. 

Your pretty blonde princess is going to take your balls from you. The terrified look in your wide eyes while I pull them away from your body will be priceless. I’ll hold your bloodied, mangled manhood in my pretty hand and cackle at your pain. I hope you don’t pass out and miss the fun of me licking up your blood. If you do, I will just bitch slap you with my crimson palm and smear some of your severed balls on your face. I want castration phone sex, pervert, do you? Can you handle my immense cruelty? I wonder.


Sadistic Phone Sex Twisted Doll Maker

I wanted to create something and be crafty. I’m a sadistic phone sex bitch and a Queen Bitch at that. I am no fucking Martha Stewart, I’m more a surgeon and butcher. I love cutting up little girls and love my chainsaw. I have a real enjoyment of blood splattering good times too. They go hand and hand. So it’s only the obvious thing to play as a good protagonist and follow my hero’s style. It’s Mistress Gray Frankenstein is an appropriate thing. I obsess over Science and seeing how to reanimate things after piecing them together and cutting up bodies.

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I had the cutest little girl and boy the other day. I was curious about making them into a special little dolly. I found a trashy whore I lured in with some cocaine. I also got myself a high roller that would pay to watch me destroy these three. He loved the blood show and sound of the chainsaw cutting bones. I loved standing over my victims in heels and my hot body barely covered.

I needed to pull an Elizabeth Bathory and have that blood splatter over my bare flesh. I drained them over a tub and bathed in their plasma and blood while i masturbated in the bath. I loved stitching the little boys cock onto the girls body and the breasts of the trashy whore on her too.

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You can play with my Frankenwhore if your good. I added the hookers long legs to that little body also. My client loved fucking himself with that little limbs of my little victims and putting the whores vagina on the little boy’s bottom was a true move for the real money. He was ecstatic and tipped me a cool grand! I love my eccentric Millionaire clients they are the best!


Medical Castration phone sex

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Castration phone sex is not for every one. Only those men who need to have those pathetic useless balls removed! I personally like to add some cock torture to the castration process. Now medical devices are such a help when it comes to removing your testes. Can we talk about hot large sounding bars going into your urethra?

 I am such a fan of these medical instruments that I can use to torture you. I know what you’re thinking. You want to keep your balls and you don’t want your cock to have any pain. Well too bad, too sad. A man like you is not met to have his full ball set. Am I opinionated if I would like to slice your dick off? We can start with some barbed wire and a nice fillet knife. For my personal favorite and nice extra sharp diamond cut scalpel. The process might be a little bloody a whole lot pain. But I’m a sadistic talking deviant bitch who pulls no stops when it comes to castration and medical torture. I really don’t see those balls or that cock having a future. If it was up to me every call would be a medical fetish phone sex opportunity.one where I remove your pathetic useless male organs. Your girl Jezabel has a great need to eat your balls and dick and drink your blood! 


Snuff Sex Bitch

snuff sexI am a snuff sex bitch. That is clear in my bio and my blogs. Yet every fucking day I get some lovelorn loser calling me for a GFE call. Sometimes I get a lovelorn loser who thinks he can dominate me and call me names. Big mistake. I do not do love nor am I a bitch. I will never cater to some loser’s desires to dominate a dome either. I do not care if you are paying me. What you pay for is an annoyance tax. It is the fee I get just to have to hear your fucking annoying voice. I am not your whore. I am not your girlfriend. I am not your bitch. The moment you go in any one of those directions, the gloves come off and I come out swinging. I will aim straight for your worthless dick and balls too. I am not doing this job to connect or make friends or find love. I do this job for inspiration. Losers like the one I spoke to last night inspire me to castrate men, even kill them. I am at my best when pissed off because I do not take shit from anyone. If you call me, you can be my victim or my accomplice phone sex partner. There is no in between. There never will be any in between. I do not operate in the in-between gray area. You are my accomplice or my victim. I enjoy killing and torturing folks. I can torture or kill you or we can torture or kill someone else. If you are too stupid to be on a snuff site and not read a bio or a few blogs, your death is well deserved. I will take your balls first because that is just fun for me. Your death, however, will be slow and agonizing. So, are you my accomplice or my victim?


Your Taboo Phone Sex Accomplice

taboo phone sexI cater to your taboo phone sex fantasies. No vanilla fuck calls or gfe experience with me. My favorite things? Castration, accomplice calls, cannibalism and anything that involves snuff and rape fantasies. If you never attempt to make me your victim, we will get along fine. This is not a job for me. I do this to connect with worthless pieces of shit and like-minded sick individuals. I make my money being a sick bitch for hire on the dark net. Men hire me for the shit they are too weak to do themselves or they hire me to be an accomplice. I helped a guy last night remove his balls. Guys like him give me the knowledge for my castration phone sex calls. I am called a wicked butcher for a reason. When he arrived at my kill shack, he was already sexually mutilated from a botched castration attempt. One ball was black and blue and deflated. He clearly needed my help. I put him in my castration chair to be humane. If they pay me, I am humane. A few shots of whiskey, some Novocain and a castration ban, and he barely feels it. The after aftermath is what hurts the most. After about ten minutes in a castration ban, the balls sever easily. I use a soldering pin to stop the bleeding. Leaves a nasty scar, but a no ball loser does not need to worry about scars. He cannot get laid anyway.  He paid me several grand to remove his balls, kill his dirty impulses. I did. And I loved it. Ball torture sex is so much fun. Small dick losers love CBT and ball removal. Not all of them, but the ones who request some CBT BEFORE I take the balls, are my favorite. You see. I am not the one you call if you want small dick humiliation. I am the one you call if you want that, a lot of pain and castration too.


Evil Phone Sex Winter’s Hunt For Fuck Prey

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Evil Phone Sex Winter’s hunt for sweet pussy prey was my Winter’s Solstice celebration. Fuck your Christmas, Kwanza, Hanukkah, and whatever other fucking religious celebration you indulge in. Yet, here you are committing so many God Damned sins you would burn a fucking Bible just by touching it. You know the desire goes beyond fantasy rape and murdering sweet fuck meat. You are the embodiment of a fucking perverted heathen! I am eager to welcome you into the dark side my friend. This pandemic has stirred some dark fetishes and fantasies in folks and I am here for that outlet. You have too much time in that head and on the internet and now you need some hot sexy coaxing of those filthy dark desires of Sadisticly delicious Snuff sex. Sweet fuck meat bald pussy’s and assholes. Oh I do know how a pervert serial killer loves the tight fuckableness of a little baby girl asshole. It’s always one hole with the most tearing and the most most seminal fluid is found in the anus cavity. You want to experience what those predators experienced, don’t you? You want to do it smart though. I am here to play as accomplice in guiding you in just how to go about it. The world is overpopulated, after all. It’s all about Balance.

 


Torture phone Sex In a whole Different way With This Bitch!

Torture phone Sex Torture phone sex is something I am quite good at you see, I take your phobias and use hem against you and have no mercy. Pat is one of my scared bitch boys who is terrified of Vacuums, and I use it against him at all times. We had a really good session (for me that is) when I decided to make him send me all the photos of vacuums that terrified him. Pat even has a motherfucking breast pump that sucks his dick while we talk. I make his dick sore as we keep upping the power each and every time it milks his fucking cock! He came four times for me in one call and he was telling me how much his dick hurt but the VACUUM power of the breast pump was hurting his dick! Good! You’re a sucker, you want a huge suction device to swallow you up Pat? Chase you around and suck the skin right off your bones? How about sucking you up as a tyke, little boys and girls being slurped right up by the biggest and scariest VACUUM ever. I am just a snuff phone sex deviant that will use anything and everything to make you cum and obey this bitch!


Castration Phone Sex Fun

castration phone sexCastration phone sex will always be a favorite of mine. When I do real time castrations, I use an old electric chair my grandpa gave me. Its from the 50s and 60s. Several men died in that chair. I have refurbished it to turn it into a castration chair. I added a plank between the legs with a hole to separate the balls from the dick. All the original leather straps hold the arms, head and legs down. I will not lie, castration hurts. I can do it the humane way like you do with sheep, or I can do it the inhumane way, which is more fun. Well, more fun for me at least. I like inflicting pain. I castrate two types of men. There are willing victims. Pathetic yes, but either it is a mercy job or a paid job. Guys like that get the humane castration. That includes a castration band to restrict the blow flow which slows bleeding and makes for less of a scar. For men in this category, I numb the area first; I use a soldering iron to seal the wound and I use a clean blade. The other kind of men I castrate are just tools and pricks. They are lucky they do not get snuff sex. I loathe them and I do not care if they bleed out. I give no anesthetic. I often use a rusty blade. And sometimes, I take the entire dick too. They will have a nasty scar. What determines the type of castration you receive is you. Nice men who just happened to be cursed with small dicks or men who want to pay me to take the family jewels, get treated with compassion. Assholes, tools, misogynists and dudes who try to force themselves on women, do not. So. Do you want me to castrate you gently or do I just need to rip your worthless nuggets off with my bare hands or a rusty blade?


Mommy’s Basement Dwelling Loser

Nothing starts my day off fucked up like some asshat dipshit thinking he can spam me and attempt to hack my shit. Useless geekwad was fucked since I have a fetish for forensics and boyfriends that are real hardcore hackers. You think the Matrix hackers were the shit. Fuck that my guys have been recruited by secret services and shit I can’t talk about. These are the kinds I keep around me at all times. Even though my boyfriend is a Mortician doesn’t mean I don’t have slaves that serve me in other ways. They love being dominated by a sadistic cunt like me and I love the help they give me and the money.

The thing is, when someone tries to pull shit on me, I am sharpening my blades, polishing my boots and fixing up the perfect cocktail. During this time I am also putting a trace on his ip and pinging it. I find that he is using some kind of public service internet and realize he just hacked into a library and I wait to see that he is a pencil dick loser sitting in mommy’s car and changing ips logging into networks in the area. I quickly spoiled his plans. I showed up at his place after midnight. I saw the basement light on and went in the back door. These types always have an unlocked back door because they are always sneaking outside to smoke. I got him where I wanted him. Scared jerking it to pornhub. I laughed at his pathetic ass and tied him up. I started kicking and punching him before I pulled the blade. I warned him if he didn’t back the fuck down that that penis would only produce pain. I did follow the threat up with a chemical castration potion and injected it in his balls.

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Cannibalistic Torture

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The knife was whispering across his skin as he begged me not to hurt him. I laughed quietly, knowing that was all that he would know from now on. Running the blade gently, I drew tiny streaks of blood. He would not stop whining, so I dragged the knife down towards his cock. He was uncut, and although I prefer uncircumcised cocks, this one was getting on my nerves. I grabbed a handful of his cock, and slid the knife right through it at the base. He screamed, so I shoved that detached cock right in his open mouth. “Here’s your circumcision, bitch.” I laughed cruelly.

I spent hours skinning him after I cauterized his bleeding little stump. I really love the way his eyes pleaded with me first for release, then for mercy, and then for death. I would give him one of those, and he and I both knew which one it would be. It was a slow death for him, skinning him alive and rubbing sultry, salty seasonings into his flesh. I intended to roast this one; he had good muscle with just enough fat to be absolutely delicious. I know how to slowly roast, to keep them alive for as long as possible as the meat cooks. The fear gives the flesh such a fantastic flavoring, I can’t even begin to describe it. 

I took my time, flayed him good and seasoned him right. He was going to be a delicious treat. I tied his hands behind his back, and bound him tightly to the large, wooden stake. I would be roasting him over open flames! The smoke, of course, was going to fill up the neighborhood. Everyone would wonder what smelled so fucking good; it’s your piggy chief of police honey. Come over and grab a bite!

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