Category: Castration phone sex

Castration Phone Sex, Snuff and Revenge are Things I Love

castration phone sexYou might be surprised how many men are truly into castration phone sex. It is mind boggling to me that men want to willingly part with their balls. I will castrate a man who is willing or not. I castrate men who think their balls are an entitlement to force fuck women every day of the week for free. But men who willingly want their balls gone I will charge a hefty fee. Either you piss me off and I castrate you, or you pay me to castrate you. Sometimes, a guy hires me to castrate him, then tries to piss me off so I take his balls for free because he is a broke ass loser. That shit does not fly with me. One thing many men do not realize about me is that I am an expert hacker. I make a lot of money doing snuff phone sex. I supplement with hired castrations and kills, but my real money is in hacking. Men and women alike hire me to find out hidden financials, dirty secrets and affairs on folks that they can use for blackmail or in divorce proceedings. I have access to a loser’s bank account before he arrives for a castration appointment. Ian paid me half up front, and the rest would be paid after I chopped his balls off. Well, he tried to skip bail and not pay anything. He wanted his balls gone. He said he was a pervert who would get arrested if they were not removed.  I found his stash of P porn when I hacked his computer. I could send him to prison for a long time. P men like him are brutalized daily in the pen. It is called karma. I decided to take his balls. Drain his bank accounts and report him to the police. I did not care that he liked littles porn. I cared that he tried to get me to cut his balls off for free. Because he was such a weasel, I used a rusty blade and I did not cauterize the wound. I dropped him off at a park near his house, made a 911 call from his own phone and told them that a tender age diddler got what was coming to him. I doubt anyone will seek justice for the pervert once they see what is on his computer. Do not ever cross a sadistic phone sex bitch.

Gas Station Knife Play Phone Sex

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I love knife play phone sex so much that I grab a new blade every chance I can get.  Can’t have fun with knives if you don’t have a shit ton of them, that’s what I always say.  I think my favorite blades to buy are gas station knives.  No, they’re not of a high quality or better at cutting than other knives.  In fact, they’re usually trash.  That’s why I like them.  They’re flashy, gaudy and dumb looking just like the dumb fuck pigs I poke, slice and cut with them.

You’ve seen them, they’re everywhere; guys who look like a walking, talking gas station knife.  Trendy haircut, sharply trimmed beard, usually wearing some sort of MMA or booze branded shirt.  Those are the ones, human gas station knives polluting my air with their noxious gasses and vile noises.  They’re easy to hunt, you can hear their call from miles away.  “Yo!  Let’s go!” they bellow as they bounce around from bar to bar with their shit head buddies looking for any sexy little slit they can find to pay them an ounce of attention.  I have a slit for them, right across their muscle bound throats.

They love a slutty looking chick who has a craving for cum sparkling in her eyes.  I can do that really well.  I am, indeed, slutty by nature and love a good blast of jizz shot deep in my cooch, but only when I like the guy.  No one can like these sentient Monster energy drink cans, they’re vapid, hollow and have little goals other than getting wasted and drained.  They’re some of my favorite targets, even more so than the little sluts they pursue.  Cutting them up with a cheap and barely sharpened gas station knife makes for really bloody phone sex.  Listen… I think I can hear one now.

 

Mutilation Phone Sex for a Man of the Cloth

I was staying at a Hostile over the Summer when I went to Europe. And all I could think about was Mutilation phone sex with a few of these lame fucks staying there. Most were testosterone fueled morons that a drop of alcoholic drink made total morons.

On my last weekend there, I had a Priest staying in the room opposite me. He was young and kinda cute in his damned costume. I would just tease him and flirt with him. One night I snuck into his room after I took some ecstasy while out at a club. I seem to get bolder and more demanding on that shit.

In fact I found myself tying the man of the cloth up and building an alter with candles and a dagger. My thoughts were very dark. Seeing him he was getting so fucking hard. As I undressed I put his priest robe on. And then I crawled on top of his naked body and straddled his hard dick as I chanted every blasphemy I could think of and rode that big cock. I squeezed the cum from him.

Slipping off of him and knowing I made him break his vow of chastity I laughed. I sat and slipped the ritual dagger in my cunt and worked myself into an orgasm squirting his jizz onto the blade. I slit my cunt a little bit to mix my blood. Dipped it into wine and made him drink. This was the hottest shit. I was needing to catch my flight and ran out changed and grabbed my bag. I fled to the airport and that was the end of that.

Heaven knows I would have enjoyed Mutilation Phone Sex …

Heaven knows I would have done far more fucked up shit with him and maybe have him transfer to the satanic side. But fuck knows, maybe he has.

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Strangulation Phone Sex and Torture for Pervert Stepdaddies

strangulation phone sexDo you like strangulation phone sex?  I sure do. The first person I ever strangled was my stepfather.  He crawled into my bed one night and thought he could molest me. He had no idea what a sick bitch I already was. I did not kill him that first night though. I squeezed his throat hard and kneed him in the groin to get him off me, then screamed bloody murder until my mother came into the room. She believed me because she found him in my room with his pants down. Hard to explain that. She kicked the bastard to the curb. I left marks on his neck from trying to choke him out. I have not seen that poor bastard in over 20 years, but guess what? He walked into my Goth bar and sat next to me. He had no clue who I was either. I slipped a roofie in his beer when he was not looking. When it kicked in, I took him to my car and drove him to my cabin in the woods. I was finally going to get my revenge. I planned on strangling him because it was long overdue. But torture sex first. If you have a dick but do not know how to use it for good, I am going to take it away from you. When my dear old ex stepdaddy woke up, I twisted a scalpel down his urethra, making him scream in agonizing pain. I attached a shock device to his balls too sending painful electrodes through his body with every movement. I was not done yet.  I have lots of torture devices I inherited form my grandpa. He was a collector of the macabre. I have this Victorian torture device called a Jugum Penis. It looks like a bear trap.  It is old and rusty too, but once the trap snaps closed it’s like having your junk in a mouse trap with teeth. While he screamed and cried in pain, I straddled his chest and strangled him to death yelling at him, “Remember me now, pervert?” He should have died when I was a schoolgirl. But he is my snuff porn star now. And like I said, better late than never.

you need torture sex with me

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You need torture sex with me because everything I do gets under your skin. As your stepsister, you swear I have caused you so much annoyance. Our parents married, and you were stuck with the high school slut as your new sis. The truth is you despise me and want to fuck my brains out and make me bleed. Ever since I found your note telling me you were going to fuck me till I took my last breath, I have been masturbating, thinking about that, and much more.

Now I know you want to make me your slut, and there’s no if and about that, and I am patiently waiting for it to become a reality. Let’s get to it and make me your enslaved person slut stepsister.

Knife Play Phone Sex for Castration Play

knife play phone sex Knife play phone sex is more popular than you think. I am a sick bitch. Knifes are my best friends. Men love knifes too and for a variety of reasons. But here is a key difference between men and me when it comes to using knives. Some men like the idea of being able to cut off their own balls, but they cannot use a knife on themselves. They try, but fail. Me, however, I have no problem taking your junk. I am a castration junkie. If you are too much of wimp to cut off your own balls, I will do it for you. They are just useless anyway, right? I met Tim on the Dark Net. He wanted to be castrated. He thought he could do it himself, but he wanted me to watch. I have a fee even for just watching and encouraging men to remove their own junk. He agreed to my fee and terms. He bought an elastrator which is a castration device that is used on sheep and cattle. It can be used to snip tails too. They are not meant to be used on humans, so I knew this would not work. I brought my sharp knives. I knew this guy was too much of a loser for his own torture sex. Most men are. They become big babies at the sight of their own blood or when their balls start to turn blue. He put the band on his balls, then wussed out. He was screaming in pain wanting me to use the device he got on Ebay. I could not hold back the laughter. That band was not coming off because it is not meant to come off. His balls were turning blue quickly. I told him I could put him out of his misery for another $5,000. He did not want to pay me. I am not taking your junk for free. I told him I was happy to watch his ball sack shrivel up and die. I assured him it would be excruciating pain that way. Or, he could pay me for castration phone sex and I would slice his decaying balls off swiftly, ending that unbearable pain. He had to think about it, but the pressure got to be to much and he caved and paid me. One slice and those black balls were removed. Yeah, do not try to castrate yourself, loser. Hire a professional like me to help.

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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