Category: Castration phone sex

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies for Pegging Men’s Assholes Consume Me Most Days

rape phone sex fantasiesWomen enjoy rape phone sex fantasies too. However, my forced fantasies do not always involve women or young girls. I mostly harbor them for asshole men. For centuries men have acted like cavemen towards women. Not all men of course. And not even most men. I think most men in the world know how to treat a woman with respect and dignity. Or they can at least fake it in public settings. However, there remains still a percentage of cavemen who think women owe them sex. And those sorts of men I love to anally torture.

If I go out any weekend night to a bar, I can find men who need taught a lesson in how to treat women. Sometimes I simply peg or fist their ass into submission. And other times, I use castration phone sex to neuter the cavemen. Last night, I did both. Told you, I just felt in the mood to wreak havoc on a man’s sexual pleasure. Although, I do not consider myself a man hater, I do see myself as a punisher. If a man cannot behave, I show him how.

I Enjoy Putting Cavemen in Their Place

Danny made the mistake of acting like a tool at the bar last night. He sexually harassed me. Some men just think they can break a woman’s will. Or they think that when she says no it’s some sort of game. Danny did not get the memo that in 2024 women can reject a man’s advances if she wants. So, I let him think I caved to his persistence and wanted to blow him in the bathroom. As if any woman really wants to blow some caveman in a dirty ass bar bathroom.

I caught him off guard. My knife forced him to turn around so I could restrain his arms behind his back. Once I secured him, I pulled down his pants and I fucked his ass with a homemade dildo that I affixed shards of glass to with super glue. And that let me shred his ass. But I did not stop there because I felt in the mood to castrate him too. I gave him the reach around for some cock and ball torture sex. With one clean swipe, his worthless caveman balls fell to the ground, and he passed out on the floor.

I left him bleeding out on that dirty bar bathroom floor, just like he would have left me after he got what he wanted. Some one needs to put cavemen in their place. Might as well be me.

Blasphemy Sex Feels on the Rise Because of the Hypocritical Religious Right

blasphemy sexBlasphemy sex seems to be a popular fetish lately. Perhaps, this trend correlates with the rise of so-called Christian values. Personally, the religious right irk me to no end. Nothing but a hypothetical bunch of holier than thou assholes. They want to regulate my body. They want to dictate who I am and who I love. And they want to do away with porn and anything to do with the adult industry. Yet, I know these fake Christians cheat on their spouses. Likely cheat on their taxes. And I bet a bunch of the Christian men suck dick too.

Recently, I met this man who spiked the drink of a trans Goth girl so he could assault her sexually. Not only did he explore his rape phone sex fantasies with her, but he beat her up too. Once I found out, I offered to avenge her. And I did it for free. I am a great tracker. I can find just about anyone. Turns out the predator who drugged her is the pastor of this mega church in town. Told you. What a hypocritical lot.

Took me a few days to plan the right attack. I thought it might be macabre poetic justice to assault him in his own church. I snuck in. But I got a surprise. I caught him banging some chick. I waited till she left. This fuck nugget condemns trans people and anyone who is not straight. He acts all pious. But he cheats on his wife and sexually assaults trans girls. Well, he will not do either anymore.

Nothing Worse than A Hypocritical Preacher. Fuck the Church. Fuck God. And Fuck Holier than Thou Hypocrites

I neutered the hypocrite. Cut his balls off with a cross hanging in his office. Let him bleed all over his church. Since he never knew I was in his church, he never saw me coming. And I caught him off guard and with his pants still down. I tied him up and drug him to the heart of the church where he received free castration phone sex on his alter. I wanted to stab him with his cross, but I took mercy on this sinner and hypocrite.

He got lucky, I told him. Rarely do I let my prey live. But I want him to live with his sins and try to atone every day for the rest of his sexless life. I left him with no balls and a a cross up his ass. Set his severed bloody balls on his Bible.  Miserable prick. Fuck the religious right and all the hypocrites. Stupid sheep believing in someone that does not exist. Following the word of a man who drugs and assaults trans women, cheats on his wife and who knows what else. Well, one hypocritical prick down and countless more to go.

Knife Play Phone Sex Requires More Skill Than Guns

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex always turns me on. Knives remain my best friends. They protect me. And the provide me with so much joy. People who kill with guns, I think are pussies. You just need good aim. And you don’t even need that if you get close to your victim. However, knives require skill. Knives make the fight more even too. Hunters bragging about their kills, I cannot stand. The animal did not stand a chance. They never saw you coming.

I like to look my prey in the eye as I stab them. Never animals though. I would never harm an animal. They make the best accomplices. Since I built my underground torture sex bunker, I rarely visit my kill shack anymore. But I felt nostalgic over the weekend.

My little shack in the woods that my grandfather left me allowed me to practice my knife skills. And allowed me to improve my disposal skills. In that cabin, I discovered that wildlife made the perfect accomplices. They ate my victims.

Knives Require Skill, Patience and Precision

So, this tool I drugged and took to my cabin allowed me to reminisce. My cabin remains off the grid. It served as my grandpa’s fishing cabin and kill shack too. They say the killer gene skips generations. I miss him so much. He taught me everyone I know about murder and torture. And doing both under the radar. No bodies, no crime. This guy I brought to my kill shack sexually assaulted a fellow Goth chick. And I could not let that slide. Hurt one of my own and I kill you.

When he woke up, I had him tied up. I read him his list of crimes, and then carved up his cock and balls. When I told him I thought he deserved castration phone sex, he pissed himself. Although he tried to apologize, nothing he said could make me change my mind. I did not plan on letting him live. But I just enjoy mutilating junk first.

Men get this look of horror on their faces when my knife gets close to their balls. I tortured his worthless cock and balls for hours before I slit his throat and tossed him to the bears and coyotes. Let this be a lesson men. I punish and kill sexual predators. I make the world safer for women.

My love for Blasphemy sex brings me to my knees

Blasphemy sexMy love for Blasphemy sex brings me to my knees, and I’ll do whatever it takes to please my Master. Sometimes, that means enduring some pretty sick shit, but when it comes to worshipping Satan, I’m more than willing. The power that the Great Satan shares with his worshippers is like nothing else in the world. Even God can’t give me what Satan does.

When we call to him, I can feel his spiny cock enter into my pussy. He ravishes me, and it feels like I’m being ripped apart from the inside out. But I want more. I want the Dark Lord to fill me with his seed so I can be the ultimate breeding whore.

To become the Snuff sex Mother of chaos and rebellion is a whore’s honor. Fuck God, hail Satan, I will worship Satan for all eternity. We will sacrifice as many stupid little virgin cunts as we need to bring Satan to Earth. Snuff sex

My pussy needs to be filled with hot fiery cum. My body will tremble and twitch as I am being filled up. I am the devil’s plaything, his Whore of Babylon. We will bring suffering to the sheep out there, we will start a new age! Pure debauchery, pure pleasure, pure pain. It is what humanity deserves. God abandoned his flock, so let’s kill God and fuck Satan!  

 

Castration Phone Sex Bitch Loves to Take Your Balls

castration phone sexFriday nights I reserve for castration phone sex antics. I take ball busting to a new level. I think a man’s balls, as well as his dick, should be viewed as a privilege not an entitlement. And if you cannot use your junk properly, I revoke your privileges. I do not care about the average skank bar whore. However, if men mess with my fellow Goth chicks, or a woman pays me to get revenge on her assailant, I take a man’s balls.

I live in a college town. So, every bar could be considered a college bar. But my Goth bar gets a lot of college boys who think they can spike a Goth girl’s drink, and she will not know it. Most of the girls in this bar do not want anything to do with some clean cut, college boy from the suburbs. But some of those boys do not take no for an answer. And when that happens, I get revenge for the girl in the form of extreme cock and ball torture sex.

Trevor came into my Goth bar, and I watched him spike a girl’s drink. So, I distracted him, and switched her drink with mine. But I did not drink his spiked cocktail. But I did follow him home after he left alone because the girl, he thought he could fuck, never got drugged. I prayed he did not live in a dorm or frat house. Much harder to break in undetected in those places.

If You Cannot Use Your Cock and Balls Properly, I Will Remove Them For You

Bingo. He lives in a studio apartment alone. I followed him in, and he did not even notice until I was in his pad wielding a big knife. He appeared intoxicated just enough to make it easy for me to overpower him. I handcuffed him to a table leg and took his pants off. I read him his list of crimes and told him the punishment would be the loss of his balls. He did not seem too happy. I shoved his boxers in his mouth to shut him up.

I could have sterilized the knife and cauterized the wound, but he deserved a painful ball removal. Once I severed his balls, I removed the boxers from his mouth and shoved his balls in there instead. Carved the name of the girl he tried to assault on his cock. But he won’t be able to explore his rape phone sex fantasies ever again. If he survives of course. He might bleed out handcuffed to his dining room table.

Castration phone sex brings me men who never cum again

Castration phone sex Castration phone sex brings me men who would rather never cum again. The kink is complex and one of the most taboo, yet most thrilling for me! But I understand the niche pleasure points that revolve around the idea of castration!

Give me the power of the surgical removal of your testicles or penis! By cutting your dick and balls off, I dominate you and pleasure myself. I know you need me to obliterate your manhood so you can worship me properly! Pleasure will never be known to you again! 

No Balls! No dick! No Life but serving me!

The theme of a teen whore castrating you is one of power, control, and submission. All I want to do is make sure you never reproduce or cum ever again in your pathetic life. Give me your absolute submission by giving up all reproductive abilities and masculinity! Your young Mistress needs this expression of dominance, control, and possession to get her pussy off! 

Castration phone sex brings me men who would rather never cum again

One for extreme and dangerous acts, such as chemical castration or actual surgical castration?

 You do know about the serious medical and psychological consequences, don’t you? I hope so because that’s what turns me on the most. Knowing I am going to fuck you up for the rest of your life! How I long for the excessive bleeding, and even death, cutting your balls and cock off will cause! By taking your family jewels, I hope to force you into isolation, shame, and guilt. 

Castration by your evil little whore has the potential to bring you both pleasure and pain. You need me to become your Medical fetish phone sex Mistress to slice and mutilate you into a eunuch!

Castration Phone Sex Games Make Me Wet

castration phone sexI am always in the mood for castration phone sex. Sometimes men beg me to remove their old junk. And other times, I do it for free or hire. Last night, Oliver won a free castration from me. A girl hired me to castrate her boss who forced himself on her one night working late in the office. She heard about a woman who does these sorts of jobs for other people.  And she sent me a text on my burner phone.

After talking with her, I decided to not accept my usual fee. This asshole deserved to get his balls removed. And his cock mutilated. Women need to know if a man cannot use his cock properly, he should not keep it.  It’s just like taking a toy from a petulant brat. Amy and I met several times. I needed to know all about her predator boss. The more I know, the easier it becomes to do the job she hired me for,

Last night, I seized an opportunity. This taboo phone sex bitch broke into his house to castrate him. But the loser almost slept though it. He appeared to be a heavy sleeper. Or perhaps he pops sleeping pills. I tied him to his bed. And he did not wake up until I tied his final limb to the bed. The look of horror and confusion on his face made me smile my evil smirk. I told him all about his crimes against women. He looked terrified when he saw my big knife.

If Men Cannot Use Their Cocks and Balls Properly, They Deserve to Lose Them

But I explained what I would be doing and why. He could turn himself into the cops. Or he could lose his balls. Even he thought losing his balls seemed like a better option. And perhaps it would be because in prison he would be some big black man’s bitch. Even though he did not deserve it, I gave him a clean castration. Once I severed his balls from his body, I cauterized the wound with the bottom of a hot frying pan.

But he did not lose too much blood. But he deserved something more. So, I carved the word predator on his dick with my knife. Even though without his balls he will never get erect again, he will be forced to remember what he is every time he pisses. Sometimes, I really enjoy cock and ball torture sex. And this seemed like one of those times.

Men Crave Domination Phone Sex with a Sexy Switch

domination phone sexMany men crave domination phone sex from a sexy blonde bitch. And I know how to make a man my slave. Matt messed with the wrong bitch. And he paid for it too. This loser tried to put something in my drink at a night club I went to with some friends. Normally, I am your accomplice or your slave. But this guy deserved serious cock and ball torture from this sexy switch.

So, I acted drunk and asked him to take me home. He thought his magic concoction worked like a charm. Dumb ass. As if a sexy bitch like me would want to fuck him. He probably works for a boring accounting firm. He appeared very basic to me. Even if he struggles to bag chicks, still no excuse for drugging a woman’s drink,

I had him convinced that tying him to the bed would be hot as I rode his cock. The loser thought I wanted him. I just needed him secured for the cock and ball torture sex. I keep a kit in the trunk of my car for such occasions. This kit includes castration bands, a sounding device, candles and several knives. Oh, and Icy hot too.

I Enjoy Inflicting Cock and Ball Torture to Worthless Dicks

First, I jacked his worthless pecker with Icy Hot making sure some it got into his pee hole. I bet that burns. He could not fight off the tears. The next thing I did involved putting a castration band on his balls. As I did other cruel and painful things to his worthless cock, the flow of oxygen would no longer reach his balls. He screamed as I put the sounding device lube up in Icy Hot down his pee hole. This will teach him to roofie a girl’s drink.

After a while of torturing his worthless dick, I looked at his balls. They appeared blue and shriveled up. He got more than he bargained for with me. And I gladly give out free castration phone sex experiences to any worthless man who tries to drug me too.

Snuff Sex Might Be The Only Sex I Crave

snuff sexSnuff sex is the only sex for me. And the best sex ever. Men yap too much when fucking. Plus, they try to cuddle and spoon with me even though I do not give off those vibes at all. I have needs like most women. Well maybe not like most women. I am not looking for a romantic partner. And I do not need sex as often as the average person. That’s because I get sexual fulfillment through killing.

Sometimes, I pick up a man just to kill him. And I did that last night. Found the least annoying man in the bar and took him home. He got more than he bargained for with me. Consider me a praying mantis of sorts. The females bite the heads off the men once they copulate.  And I kill a man after sex. But last night I killed him while we were fucking. I went from fucking a guy to having sex with dead bodies.

I’m a Black Widow of Sorts. I Often Kill My Sex Partners

Although I did not plan on killing him while we fucked, he just got too annoying to let him live. Sort of like Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct but instead of an ice pick, I keep a big knife under the mattress. So, the moment he started yapping about how he could fall in love with me, I knew he must die. I cannot tolerate that sappy talk. He meant nothing to me. I used him to get off. I killed him. Slit his throat. As his blood spurted all over my body, I continued to ride his dead cock. The dick stays erect for about 30 minutes post mortem.

He got me off. But he lost his life for my sexual gratification. I warned him. So don’t feel sorry for him. He died for a good cause. I rubbed his blood all over me as I came on his dead dick. And I had a hell of a time. Sure, it got messy, but I had a killer phone sex time.

Castration Phone Sex Revenge Serves as Therapy for Women

castration phone sexCastration phone sex weekends seem perfect for a sick bitch like me. And when I saw this woman’s post on the dark web looking for assistance to neuter some enemies, I knew I would be the right sadistic bitch for the job. So, I took it. Seemed like an easy gig.

However, when I met with my client, I discovered she was not a woman. A teen girl hired me to get revenge on the high school boys who drugged her, assaulted her and then bragged about it to their school friends. And soon the whole school turned against her.

Although what she told me seemed right out of a Lifetime movie, I had no reason to doubt her. She showed me all the mean comments and posts her fellow teens made on her social media. Poor girl. She seemed to be living in a nightmare she did not know how to end. But I know revenge can help ease the mind and heal the soul.

I took this job for free. A teen girl the victim of a high school gangbang rape porn, deserved her revenge. Although I am not the most charitable person in the world, I wanted to help end her nightmare. And revenge could do that for her. So, I neutered her enemies, one by one this weekend.

Sometimes, Revenge Helps Ease the Pain

What fun I had too. I stopped 6 predators from growing into adult predators. She helped me lure each of her attackers to me. My cabin in the woods transformed into a teen boy torture chamber. As each boy arrived, he discovered one of his buddies drugged, naked and tied up on the floor. Usually, I utilize my castration chair, but this marked the first time I ever participated in a mass castration. And this way seemed more efficient.

Each boy started to wake up from the drugs I gave them. And they each realized they had a castration band around their balls. I told them what would happen to them soon enough. And I discussed the ramifications of their actions. They turned this schoolgirl into their teen rape porn star and thought they got away with it.

I let their victim get her revenge and power back. She severed their balls with a knife, and I cauterized the wound. I wanted to kill them. No way any authorities would believe a young innocent girl could murder 6 strapping teen boys. But she wanted them to live with the daily reminder of what they did to her. So, I let them live. But they will live neutered and unable to procreate or fuck normally ever again. Felt good to help this girl. I think my brand of therapy might have been just what she needed.