Category: Castration phone sex

Snuff Movies and Chill is My Idea of a Date

snuff moviesI enjoy watching snuff movies with men. Especially men who I would like to make a snuff flick with. And I’m not necessarily talking about as my accomplice. I like to watch the expression on men’s faces as they watch extreme cock and ball torture in an underground film. Because when they react strongly to such a film, I know it’s going to be enjoyable to inflict that sort of pain on them.

I dupe a lot of men into thinking I want to fuck them. But that’s easy to do. You can be a Goth chick or a big, beautiful woman, men don’t care. They’ll put their dick inside anything for the most part. I don’t need men. Men like to think that women depend on their cocks.

But we do not need men. If we want to birth brats, we can go to some sperm bank for that. If we want an orgasm, they make a variety of sex toys geared for women’s sexual pleasure. And a lot of those battery operated boyfriends bring women a lot more pleasure than a breathing man.

So, any time a man treats me like I should be grateful that he’s giving me any attention, I decide that man needs my brand of extreme cock and ball torture sex. Alex picked me up at a bar. He seemed different from most predators. He did not attempt to spike my drink with a roofie or anything. But I still found him annoying. And not simply because he walked and talked. The shit he spewed out of his mouth made me think that he believes the world needs more “trad wives.” A Goth bar is the wrong venue to spew that caveman shit.

Men We Do Not Exist for You

I will never be somebody’s wife. And if I ever get married, I would never be a traditional wife who stays at home, makes bread from scratch and makes arts and crafts with the little ones while I homeschool them. I am not Laura fucking Ingels on the Prairie.

This man, I needed to torture for shits and giggles. And to let him know women do not exist to take care of him. So, once we were at my place, I spiked his drink. I put on some torture porn, and I watched as he looked horrified at what he saw. And then I whispered in his ear that’s just a little taste of what’s to come later, darling.

I think he shit himself right then. That’s an exaggeration. However, he did piss his pants. But I planned on ripping them off him anyway, so I could mutilate his junk. I started with a castration band around his worthless balls. And then I carved up his dick with my name on every side. He let out blood cuddling screams, which makes my pussy wet. I get off on fear and pain. Folks call me a wicked butcher for a reason.

For hours, I mutilated Alex‘s junk. And eventually, I chopped his balls off killing his chances of ever marrying or procreating. He’s entitled to his thoughts and opinions on where women belong. But he must face the backlash and the consequences of such antiquated beliefs. And one of the consequences of such archaic thinking is castration phone sex. Repeat after me men. Women do not exist to be your caretaker and your fuck dolls. We no longer live in a caveman society. So, wake up and get with the program and maybe I’ll let you keep your balls.

Mutilation Phone Sex Nightmare: Be Careful What You Ask For, Loser

mutilation phone sexMutilation phone sex turns a sick bitch on. And I’m serious. I love to mutilate the human body. And I do it both while the body still breathes and postmortem too. I like to inflict maximum pain. It’s just sort of sexy. And I especially enjoy sexually mutilating individuals. I use it as a form of revenge and karma. If a male predator tries to take advantage of me or somebody that I consider a friend, I’m going to destroy their junk and I’m going to make it hurt.

And sometimes men pay me to mutilate their junk. David paid me for what I would consider extreme cock and ball torture. I meet pain sluts all the time. And most of them chase their next high. They just need a sick bitch like me to torture their cocks and balls to find their pain threshold.

 And I could do that shit all day and all night. So, I showed up at his place with my cock and ball torture sex kit. It included razor blades, a box cutter, castration bands, pliers, and a hammer and a wrench too.

Plus, I brought a ton of knives. And some of my favorites too. I tied him down even though he told me it was not necessary. It’s always necessary to restrain your victim. They often experience a change of heart, or they try to fight you

Either way I consider it a smart move to restrain my victim. Dave seemed willing until the pain felt too extreme for him. They always think they can handle it, but they never can. Pussies nothing but pussies in this world.

Be Careful What You Ask For, You May Get it and More

I put the castration band on him primarily just to stop the spray of blood from going everywhere. Although I never mind blood splatter most men don’t want to clean blood off their walls or their ceilings.

This guy had his own little torture table set up with castration bands, knives, a hammer, and even a sickle too. Now that looked interesting. I have one at home, but it’s rather large. I wanted to play with it. So, I used it to remove his left testicle, and he let out a bloodcurdling screen that sounded deafening. Oops, I told him as I removed a ball.

I used a knife to skin it. I removed his other testicle using a razor blade. Now that made a mess. Once I removed his ball, I put it in this vice clamp and squeezed it flat. Blood and sinew splattered our faces. But I looked at him and reminded him that he paid me for this extreme pain and torture.

I saw no way out for him. I told him I could throw in death if he wanted. But he told me he did not want to die. He just wanted to wish he was dead and there’s a difference. I told him that it sounded like semantics. But I let him live. However, he will live without balls. And I carved my name into his dick and on his chest as a constant reminder to be careful of what you wish for.

But I am unforgettable. Once a sadistic phone sex bitch mutilates your junk, you never forget her. So let me ask you. If you paid me to mutilate your cock and balls would you forget me?

Sadistic Phone Sex is The Best Way For Pleasure

First things first, I am Morticia and I am also a Sadistic. That makes it easy to understand that Sadistic Phone Sex is the best kind of pleasure for me. Well, at least that is legally allowed. In reality I get off on hurting men, women, and little fucking brats. 

What makes me so sadistic? Likely a pattern in my DNA, not unlike a serial killers need to kill, torture, and make another’s life meaningless. This is Snuff Phone Sex. Truth is when I am even slightly annoyed with an shydiot I only imagine them in compromising positions with me over them. And I will be wielding a nice choppy thing.

Sadistic Phone Sex, It’s What Gets Me Off

Last night I took to going n a blind date. What a disaster.  I mean that whole “Blind date” is the dead give away. Right?! So there I was miserable with the biggest loser Marilyn Manson freak. (Seriously why did my friend even believe this shydiot was remotely my type? Oh he wore all black and liked to be dramatic. 

Now, sure he was tall. And that did mean he was hung. SO obviously I played with the little toy for a bit to get that dick. But everything will go darker quick. As we were making out I bit his lip and made it bleed. And jesus fucking Christ the dude about had a god damned panic attack! 

By this time I took his belt and slipped it around his neck. As I pulled the leather strap through the loop. YOu know essentially tightening it around his neck. I straddled him and cooed at his stupid bitch ass about how he wants to be a gothic god. Then come join me in a dark mass.

Finally as I took his rather long dick inside my cunt and rode it I teased him some more with Domination phone sex. Then I pulled the belt tight and watched the lights go out. At this point I had a great orgasm on his dead mans dick. 

Sadistic Phone Sex

Castration phone sex mind fucks you until they are gone

Castration phone sex Castration phone sex calls to you because you are haunted by those disgusting things between your legs. It’s time to say goodbye to your sack. This is a one-time deal, so we’ll take our time. I want you to show me how badly you want it.
Do you remember the first time you realized you didn’t want them? The first time you felt so dirty for having them? You must have lived in shame for a long time.  I can’t wait to get them in my hands. I’ll dig my black nails deep into your ball skin. I want to see you quiver in pain. This is such a special moment, I don’t want to waste a second. Every moment, you will be reminded how pathetic you are and how much you deserve to suffer.
I am the one who holds the power to drive you so mad that you do it yourself. Oh, the joy I will get when I have you puddy in my hands. I will slash at you. I’ll give you thousands of little cuts all over your body. Don’t forget you are my Torture sex slave, and I get to do whatever I want before you get what you want.
See, I want to work up an appetite. And for me, there is no better way to do that than to play with my knife. When you are all cut up, soaked in your own blood, my blade will meet your filthy ball sack. I’ll slice and dice, removing one ball at a time. The left one I will fry with some better, and the right, maybe we’ll eat that one sushi style.

Castration and Domination Are A Girls Best Friend

 

Domination phone Sex

Last night I had a nasty domination phone sex call with a real slut that wanted the ultimate C&B torture! I took him to a catholic church one of the old abandoned ones in the city and laid him down oved a pentagram i carved in the wood floor. I tied up his cock and balls until they were red and purple and bulging. I stuck smalll sewing needles in his swollen ball sack and made small drops of blood fall down the swollen sack. He whimpered but didn’t budge the man slut knew his place. I shoved a large sounding rod in his pisshole and laughed when he screamed out and begged me to stop.

Castration Phone Sex

I reminded him that he asked for this and his sacrifice would taint this sacred ground. I pulled out a long sharp scalpel the blade was ever so slightly curves and i knew his blood would look amazing on the cold steal metal of the blade. I began cutting away at his cock one piece at a time.  Sticky warm blood covered my hand and when I was finished there was just skin and blood. I licked the blood from my hands and blade and fed him his manhood and laughed at him knowing he was just another useless slut now.

Killer Phone Sex Deals with Incels, Assholes and Bitches

killer phone sexEverybody has killer phone sex fantasies. But not me when I fantasize about killing someone, I make it happen the following week or even that night. Although I am hardly a sociable person, I do frequent Goth bars. But I go there more as vigilante and to have a few drinks. You would be amazed at how many men try to prey on Goth chicks. Dudes are wrong if they think Goth girls appear more vulnerable.

We all have a healthy dose of stranger danger in our own bars. And we can tell the folks who don’t belong. Sure a few women stumble in drunk, not realizing what kind of bar they just entered. But mostly it’s men coming in thinking they can pick up a Goth chick when they fail at all the other bars. Goth teen phone sex babes don’t want incels either. And let me tell you the number of incel creeps appears to increase yearly. So, I remain hypervigilant nowadays. Perhaps you could say I have Spidey senses.

I went to my local Goth bar last night for a strong cocktail. I chatted with the bartender because she and I have a mutual respect. She knows I keep her bar safe. Although she might not know all the illegal things I have done, she knows about all the illegal things I’ve done in her bar.

But because I have the best interests of her community and her bar on my mind, she looks the other way. And she helps me trap these incel types. She told me about this man dressed sort of steam punkish posing as one of us. He looked like a poser. And she caught him spiking women’s drinks.

I’m a Vigilante and I Take Out the Trash and the Incels

So, I laid a honey trap for him, and the bartender helped me switch drinks once he spiked mine. Like me, she seems to have eyes in the back of her head. The look on his face when he realized he drank the spiked drink was worth its weight and gold.

I took him out the back door and gave him a back alley castration phone sex experience. Normally, I would take him home or to my kill shack and torture him for hours. But he brought friends. And I needed to take care of all of them too. They invaded my space. Preyed on my community. But they never saw me coming. No one ever does.

I drank for free last night. The bartender wanted to reward me for my community service and taking out the trash. I castrated five infiltrators posing as us so they could prey on who they perceived as vulnerable women. And they lost their balls for it. I left them in the alley and tossed their balls in the dumpster. If they want their balls back, they can retrieve them. But I did not leave them in the best shape to dive into a dumpster, LOL. I neutered those dogs. And they should feel lucky I did not kill them.

Violent Phone Sex Fantasies are Not Just for Men

violent phone sexMen do not corner the market on violent phone sex fantasies. I know for me, revenge fantasies coarse through my veins. Slowly, but surely, I have been working through the trauma of my youth one man like daddy at a time.

Although I have failed to get revenge on my father yet, I have castrated and killed a few of his cronies that I ran into by chance. Let me tell you, before you abuse a woman you better get one thing straight. She will never forget what you did to her. And revenge might not be instant. But that karma will find you.

Recently, I encountered a man who reminded me just like my father. And his daughter works at the strip club. And after I confronted her about the bruises on her body, she told me that her father pimps her out and abuses her. Not on my watch. So, I decided to help this girl, so she didn’t go to prison or worse, end up dead.

She didn’t ask for accomplice phone sex. But I gave it to her for free. I could channel my anger for my own father while helping this girl out at the same time. Freeing her from the fear I live with that daddy will find me and kill me. Even though my father would be in his 60s and I could probably whoop his ass, his girl’s father is in his 40s and still seems strong.

Men, Karma Catches Up to You When You Fuck with the Wrong Woman

So, I set him up. His daughter introduced us, and I made him think I wanted to fuck him. But I wanted to kill him. Take out my top dancer’s bully so she could thrive and keep her money. So, the other night, I let him think he slipped something into my drink because that’s what he does. I don’t think he likes fucking unless he’s forcing himself on a woman one way or another. But my past only made me stronger. And smarter. So, I anticipated his moves.

And the moment he tried to thrust his cock into me when he believed me unconscious, I sliced off his dick. His blood sprayed my face. Warm, hot, sticky blood covered my blonde hair and my big boobs. He tried to choke me, but eventually, he became too weak from shock.

I let him bleed out for as long as I could, and then I slit his throat. He never actually fucked me so my DNA will not appear on his body. It’ll look like he just picked up the wrong whore and she robbed him. I trashed his place. Stole his gun, his expensive watches and everything else he bought on his daughters dime. And I buried it somewhere it will never be found.

I’m smart enough to know that if I tried to pawn his stuff that would trace back to me or her. I liberated her. And in a way I liberated myself with some really fucking hot revenge killer sex. Like I said man. Karma will come for you eventually.

Snuff Movies Need Evil Bitches Like Me Behind the Camera

snuff moviesI love watching snuff movies. But often I find myself angry because I can tell they’re fake. I think they provide a little Easter egg suggesting the movie is fake to keep the feds away. No Easter eggs when I make a snuff flick. But the films I make never get mass-produced because I keep them for my viewing pleasure only. Or perhaps like this weekend for somebody else’s pleasure.

Recently, I met a young girl who reminds me of me at that age. She seems dark and demented already. But she requires a little guidance because she lacks impulse control. I’m the perfect teacher for young sadistic bitches like her. My grandpa served as my mentor. And he kept me out of prison. His teachings keep me out of prison still. So now, I pass my knowledge along. I want to help young girls with potential.

She came to me for guidance. Asked me how she could take care of her bully. And I know a thing or two about that. My first victim, the murder my grandpa covered up, was my one and only impulse kill. I stabbed my bully. The girl who made my life hell remains a missing person’s case to this day. No one ever found her body. However, that’s because grandpa put her into the wood chipper like 20 some years ago.

My Eye for Evil Talent is Strong

So, I told her we should make a snuff porn with him and torture him. I took the risk for her and lured the boy away. And it seemed like a cakewalk. Once I got into my dungeon, I tied him to a table. I have an old morgue slab I use as a torture table. Stainless steel wipes away all the blood easily. When this boy saw her, he pissed himself in fear. And that told me he knew he done her wrong. So, I told her he deserved death and to not feel any remorse for her actions. I handed her a knife, and she carved up his dick and his balls without hesitation. She savored every cut.

Perhaps you could say, I possess an eye for evil talent. And she did not really need my guidance. But she needed my help bringing him to my dungeon and disposing of his body properly. I made sure to protect her. In a way I guess you could say I served as her accomplice phone sex partner. I knew she had potential. This teen girl might out kill me. She has a taste for torture now. And I’m only going to help her with that thirst with more kills.

Master sells me to an old fuck for some creepy cash

Evil phone sex

Lately my evil sick demented master has been angrier and full of even more rage. Brutally beating me after shredding my tight little cookie, if I show him how much I love it he’ll get even madder so as my punishment he’s sold me to his rich buddy to do as he wants with me, he just as sick as him. Money talks when it comes to master, he doesn’t care who or what gets in his way he knows that pussy pays.

I was taken to an empty office and an old creechy fuck was sitting as his desk, I didn’t want to touch the old geezer but master was behind me with ropes, ties and even electrical shooters, ready to fuck me up if I don’t get on all fours.

He made me crawl on all fours, blindfolded with my mouth open I felt this old fucks big dangling dick getting shoved down my throat. Pre cum drool running down my face I started to chuckle at his low hanging dingleberries, the next thing I know I get smacked, “don’t laugh bitch, get to sucking”.

Ass rape porn, use my bunghole to keep me in check. 

Master had me by the hair forcing my face into this old man’s junk, I’m moaning and thrusting, stroking his ugly girthy shaft until I master decides I’m not following orders and smashes his junk up my tiny tootsie, spreading me nice and wide, shredding my ass canal, fecal cum running down my legs while my cheeks are packed. Both men slapping the shit out of me, having a great time. His massive wide load of a mushroom tip spewing spunk down my throat while his lifts my head and says, “swallow it cunt!”

While all my holes are getting ravaged and split these men are making bets and plans, “she’s my slave, you can take all your rape fantasies out on her for the right price” he tell that old fuck. I’m so god damn turned on, getting used like an animal, lended out like a dirty whore to be violated abused and used.

He was a better fuck, dead than alive

I have a little confession to make. See Im much Like a rabid animal with a taste for blood. After I’ve had it once, I can’t get enough. A friend of mine is a mortuary assistant, and I can have all the sex with dead bodies that I want. So Lately, I’ve been indulging.

Fucking actual stiffs are so hot

I Love “going shopping” That means going in the morgue and actually picking out a body. I get to pick out the fuckcicle I want to ride. Fuckcicle is a good term because those cocks are icy cold, but they stay hard forever. I just ride and ride and cum, squirt and piss all over their rigor mortised cock. It’s so good to fuck a cock that isn’t attached to a complaining and bitching ass man.

I even find myself cuddling with them afterwards. Snuggling up to to cool bodies. They keep pretty fresh for about 2-3 weeks, and then I just set them on fire out in the woods in the back. Boom! No evidence. Thought, I really want to start performing my own killings, and fucking the cocks that I snuff out. It’s hot but I feel like it can get so much hotter. Nothing sexier than riding a corpse until your cunt starts pissing cum. I don’t have to worry about him going limp either.

I’m also thinking about cutting and removing the dead cocks and balls that I fuck, as an entire 1 piece unit. That way, I can keep them as my most prized trophies, and sweet reminders.

Sex with Dead Bodies