Category: Castration phone sex

Torture sex gave me my first kill

After seeing my uncle have so much Torture sex i knew i had to get away. Being my uncle’s accomplice was getting old. I wanted to do my own thing. I was tired of taking orders. I ran away and got picked up in the next town over. I knew was a sicko by the way he looked at my teen body and how he would grab his cock and licked his lips. Ge pulled off to a truck stop and told me he needed rest. I went to the backseat and closed my eyes for a bit, I made sure to sleep with my knife under me. I woke up to him on top of me ripping my panties off. I couldn’t move because of the weight of his body on top of me. He ripped my asshole open as he shoved his cock deep inside me. He kept fucking me hard as i screamed that i was going to kill him. He laughed and kept fucking me.

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I finally got my hand free and put the knife to his throat. He pulled his bloody hard cock out my ass and pleaded. Saying he was just sick and ill and it isn’t his fault. I told him he was just a pig like my uncle and with one swift move sliced his cock off. He screamed and that is when I sliced his throat too. I shoved his cock in his mouth and cleaned myself up and took anything of value. That is what he gets for using me for his Rape phone sex fantasies.

Torture Sex Includes Cock and Ball Torture with This Sexy Switch

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I have decades experience being the torture sex victim. Now, I get to do the torturing. Never thought I would enjoy the role of the sadistic, but being a switch is so much fun. I hooked up with this guy I met at a fetish club the other night. He presented himself as a man with a huge cock, but when we got a private room, I soon discovered that was a lie. I have no clue in what universe he thought 3 inches hard was a big cock. I decided to torture his genitals. This man thought he was going to dominate me with his cock. But he had no cock to dominate me with. He had a clit. I was not letting a man with a clit stick dominate me. I was not stronger than him, but I had on some high heels. The kind of heels that I had on could rupture a testicle. I kicked him in the balls. This was a BDSM club and CBT is part of the BDSM world. I brought him too his knees quickly. Once he was down, I had him in my control. A few more swift kicks and he was wishing he was in a snuff porn because that would be death. Women like me know how to inflict pain. I was a victim too long to loser men. I did not know better then because it was how I was raised. Years of being in the BDSM world has taught me a thing or two. Now, I am only submissive to real men. That means if you have a cock I can feel, I might be your slave. But if you have a pinky finger between your legs and try to dominate me, I will crush your balls, fuck your ass with my stiletto heal and toss in some castration phone sex for fun. That shrimp dick loser will think twice before trying to dominate a woman with something so small again.

Knife Play Phone Sex is My Favorite Way to Torture and Kill

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex is my favorite because my weapon of choice will always be a sharp blade. I love to sink a knife into a tender belly or use it cut off testicles. I think a knife requires more skill and has more uses than a gun. My grandfather used knifes. He was a hunter and not just of animals. I have shared some things about my late grandfather with my callers and readers of my blogs. But this is a story I never shared. Once, when I was a little girl, a friend of my father’s tried to touch me. I kicked him in the balls and made sure he knew I would stab him in the heart if he tried to touch me again. Even at that young of an age, I was a little ball buster. I told my dad and my grandfather. My dad was useless to me in that moment, but my grandfather had my back. My grandpa gave me my first taste for castration phone sex. That day I learned about revenge as the best justice. My grandfather invited this guy to go hunting with him but did not tell him he was the one being hunted. I was with my grandpa when Tim showed up. My grandpa played dumb and so did I. We went to the middle of the woods and that is when my grandpa showed his true colors. He pinned Tim to the ground and took his pants off. I was standing next to them holding a big knife. I was not scared or nervous either. My grandpa always had my back. Tim was fighting and screaming, but no one to hear him but the wild animals. My grandpa was a strong man. He held Tim down and instructed me what to do. I took a man’s balls for the first time as a schoolgirl. There was a lot of blood and screaming, but the torture sex made me want to do it again. We left him in the woods. He would either crawl back to civilization or be bear food. Never saw Tim again. He became a missing person that day, so I assume he became bear food. Or my grandpa went back and buried him in the woods. Either way, Tim the predator would never prey on a young girl again.

Snuff Phone Sex: Your Black Widow of Death

Seeking a dark erotic experience. The deeply passionate love of death and all that leads up to it. This passionate exit from the world of the living as the New Year Dawns. I dreamt this Snuff phone sex scene in great vivid details.

We had our first date from a Gothic dating site. You, a newby and lured by the dark beauties of sinful persuasions. My poison is the blood of virginal guys that are hoping to be lucky with a goth chick. You are a mommies boy and dressing in black to try and appear to have depth and to think for yourself. But mommy controls you.

You meet me and run away with me. We go and stay in a catacomb in an abandoned and forgotten cemetery. I bring my ritual items and tell you to undress in the circle of candles. You obey like a good boy. I step close to you and kiss you deeply and with a incisor tooth nip your lip. The sweet blood slowly surfaces and I run my lips over it. Tatsing the life force that will soon be stolen.

I lean down and start to suck your cock. Have you practically ooozing at the first lick… leaving me no choice. You can’t cum yet! I slide this incisor fang into the head of your cock and again that delicious velvet wine from the veins surfaces to my lips. Followed by an oozing load of cum.

… to be continued..

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Domination Phone Sex Goes Both Ways with a Switch

domination phone sexYou like domination phone sex? I am a sexy switch. My preference depends on the guy I am with. If I am with a real man with a big cock who knows how to handle a woman like me, I am on all fours begging to take care of him. If he is a tiny dick loser with an ego and nothing to back it up? Well, I am forcing him to eat my shit hole. I met Ryan on the dark net. We share similar dark fantasies. He talked a mean game. When we met, I quickly realized he was a poser. A tiny man with a tiny dick who could not destroy the fuck hole of a Barbie doll. He thought he could make me his ass rape porn star. No fucking way. He was my bitch. He fought me, but in my kick ass stiletto boots, I stand over 6 feet tall. I towered over him. He was still trying to be the alpha, so I kneed him in the crotch which sent him to his knees. No way was this little dick loser going to worm his wet noodle in any of my fuck holes. He was not understanding the power dynamic, so I resorted to violence. While he was curled up in a ball on the floor, I kicked him some more. I love cock and ball torture. I kicked him in the crotch several times, but I needed to give him some real torture sex. I handcuffed him to my bed, pulled his pants off and shoved my heel in his ass. My dirty heel went up his ass causing him to cry out in pain. I berated him and I abused his asshole and his worthless dick and balls. I could have killed him. Maybe I should have killed him, but I wanted to leave him with the memory that he got beat up by a woman who he thought he could force fuck with his pencil thin, small dick. Nope, not today Satan.

Castration Phone Sex is a Bloody Good Time for Me

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is bloody fun, especially for me. I watched a documentary on Lorena Bobbitt last night. I felt all inspired. I do not need her to take a man’s junk though. I castrated my first man in high school. I got a taste for it then. When I was a schoolgirl, the other schoolboys and girls called me Wednesday. That was because of Wednesday Addams. I was a loner Goth girl even back then. A teacher tried to force himself on me in the dark room where I was developing photos for a school project. I carried a small knife on me that I hid between my legs. I had it strapped with a garter to my thigh. My grandpa told me to do it so I could defend myself against bullies. This teacher was the last one I suspected of being a pervert too. But when he tried to fuck me, I threw photographic solution in his face, which burned his eyes, and I cut off his dick. I did the Lorena Bobbitt thing. She did her thing when I was just a little girl in diapers still, but everyone knew who she was and what she did when I was in high school. My teacher was my first willing torture sex victim. He started a domino effect though. I felt empowered grabbing that knife and slicing his dick off so he could not violate other schoolgirls. I knew he was not going to tell anyone what I did because he would have to explain why his dick was out in front of a young girl. He is likely still alive and dickless wonder. But now, so many more men are too. Because he was not the last man to try to force himself on me or other women. I can castrate you cleanly, or I can make it leave an ugly mark. I can take the balls, or I can take the dick too. I can let you bleed out or I can cauterize the wound. I am a taboo phone sex bitch. Not your bitch though. Never your bitch. I am just a tough as nails Goth girl who gets immense pleasure from mutilating your sex organs.

Killer Phone Sex Fantasies Make Me Wet

killer phone sexI mean killer phone sex business. Sort of my motto. I do not mess around. I have an old electrocution chair that I inherited from my grandpa. He ran a prison for years, and when it was shut down, I got some souvenirs. I have decked the chair out. It has a creepy history, which I love. Many folks have died on the chair. Now, I cannot get enough juice to it to electrocute someone. But I have decked it out as a torture chair. I can give electric shocks and I can castrate easily with the cock and ball plank I made to separate the balls from the cock. This chair has a long history of torture sex going back to the 50s. Men have died, lost their balls and been tortured in this chair. It has blood stains too. Sometimes, I sit in the chair and masturbate because I can feel the pain and the fear of all the men who ever sat in that chair, and it arouses me. I thrive on your fear and your pain.

I am a sick bitch. I do not want flowers and candy. I want your fear and your pain. Bryce was the last one to sit in my chair. Honestly, I thought I was going to kill him. He was mouthy as fuck, especially for someone who claimed he wanted castrated. He paid me to take his balls because he is too weak to do it himself. I take a man’s balls often. You would be surprised how many losers understand their short comings and decide to try to fix themselves. Alex likes little girls. He is weak. I have no problem with men diddling little brats. But if you going to do it, be smart about it. Do not pull your tiny P pecker out at a public park. Alex just got of jail for indecent exposure. He is now on the bad boy list of predators. He got in trouble again not even 12 hours after he was released. He wanted castration phone sex. I took his balls, but he was so mouthy, calling me names. I have great impulse control, but I wanted to kill him. I thought about killing him; he deserved it. But I decided the boys in prison would have more fun torturing him every day of his life.

Castration Phone Sex Season is Here

castration phone sexThis the season for castration phone sex. I love castrating men for the holidays. It is almost the end of the year. And no better way to ring in a new year than to say goodbye to your jingle balls. Balls are overrated if you ask me. I think men see them as an entitlement instead of the privilege that they are. They should be a privilege that men use for good, but balls make men stupid. Alex got stupid. His hormones took over and he crossed a line he could not bounce back from. Not with me at least. The moment he tried to fuck me after I gave him a clear no, I was certain his balls needed whacked. I went back to his place with him which I rarely do. But I was in a mood to castrate, and he was the perfect victim. A slave to his hormones. A man who thinks women must fuck him if he gives them any attention. I was doing women everywhere a favor. He never saw it coming. I made him think I had a change of heart and wanted to fuck him after all. As if I would ever do that. The poor bastard thought I was going to suck his cock and instead I cut his balls off. I guess he was not cool with torture sex, LOL. He started screaming and trying to attack me, but he was bleeding everywhere. He got dizzy and passed out. I cauterized the wound while he was passed out on his living room floor. I should have let him bleed out and die. He was a jack ass. But I wanted him to live with the constant reminder of what happens to predators. I am an old school revenge bitch. Killing is fun and necessary, but I always enjoy making a loser remember his transgressions and preventing any more from occurring. I am a bad ass taboo phone sex bitch. I will take your balls for looking at me wrong.

Blasphemy Sex and Fucking Jesus with Satan’s Cock

Fucking Jesus’ God Damned cock and Hailing Satan is the greatest thing ever. Blasphemy sex is a righteous kind of sex with me. I had this loser stalker that thought Goth girls were the filthiest little whores and wanted to give me a taste of Christ by attempting to forcefully penetrate me against my will. Fat Mother Fucker God damned piece of shit Bible thumper Southern Baptist Bat Shit nut job got his dues.

My quick reflexes and street smarts put him in a hold as I flipped my tight little body around and held his fat ass down. A quick move and my blade was out and slicing that cock right from his fat greasy balls. I laughed as he screamed bloody fucking God help me bullshit bitch screams. I rubbed his blood on my body and while he still spurted I did a little stitching and rendering of that prick of his.

In moments I had a bloody red strap-on ready for some penetrating truth of his Christ fucking dreams. That’s right Bitch take Satan’s phallus like the fat bastard you are and spit in his face as I rape fantasied that ass into oblivion with the power and force of Satan infused within it. Conjuring demons into dick cuttings is a great Hobby of mine.

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Castration Phone Sex Fantasies

Castration Phone Sex

You know, there’s something about castration phone sex that really gets me going. I suppose it’s the thought of abusing a man’s ass rather than having him balls deep in my pussy that turns me on…it has to do with the reversal of power. I have this intense desire to castrate one of my captors and use his dick to ass rape him. I’d use the blood as extra lubrication and really show him no mercy. I’d fuck his ass hard, fast and deep until he was screaming my name for a change and begging me for mercy. Then, I’d pull it out and make him suck it and clean off all the blood and shit from it. I’d hold the back of his hand firmly in my hands and throat fuck him until he gagged. I’d be so far down his throat and fucking his mouth so violently that his castrated dick would fall out of my snug harness and fall down his throat, really making him gag and choke. Then for once, revenge would be mine…but then I’d need to figure out what to do with his body…