Category: Castration phone sex

Knife Play Phone Sex Has Endless Scenarios for Countless Amounts of Fun

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Knife play phone sex is my favorite. A knife requires skill. There is no skill in shooting someone. If you are close enough, and have even crappy aim, the person is dead or severely disabled. I pride myself on the hunt. I love to play cat and mouse first. Guys never suspect a woman of being a knife wielding fiend. Recently, me and a fellow sadistic bitch arranged a special hunting party. We invited some men on our personal hit lists. They thought it was a sex party. Stupid men. These were small dicked losers who did not deserve their balls, let alone their cocks. We were having a castration phone sex party. We acted like horny sex kittens to get them naked. It did not take much. It was me an Gail and 6 men. Six men who never saw it coming either. We tied them up and they still had no clue we meant them harm. Men think with their cocks. Well, Gail and I cut off their brains. And we did it slow too. Do not feel sorry for them. These men had small cocks and big egos. No brains either. Never saw it coming which I enjoyed. Element of surprise makes it hotter. It was very messy, however. I waited a bit before I cauterized the wounds. I love the site of blood. Other people’s blood of course. Gail and I practice witchcraft. There are so many potent spells you can create with testicles. We severed each loser’s balls. But some of them had such small cocks, we figure what was the point of having them? I mean if my clit is bigger than your dick, I say good riddance. Gail and I created some spells, but we practiced some cannibalism too. I like to eat testicles. They are much better than sheep balls.  I know. I am sick bitch. What can I say? Or torture sex makes me wet.

Broken Little Dolls

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I want to tell you about the three new dolls of mine I have laid out on the slabs right now. Now I’m used to being sick, twisted, and an outright psychopath but let me tell you these girls were really put through the wringer. A shame the sick fuck didn’t offer to sell tickets me and a few friends of mine would have happily enjoyed the show. Whoever you are just now it’s my job to put them back together again, don’t worry though I’ll be enjoying your art every step of the way. From the precise cuts to the very steady and forceful stabs. My only real curious question, and do not take as a criticism I’ve done it myself but why only castrate one of them? Makes me curious if she was a bad girl. I wonder to capture her true charm while I fix her up if I should remember that she was a bad girl. Or maybe you were just experimenting…if so guess you didn’t enjoy it as much as me..unless she was the last one. She does seem fresher than the other two. I wonder if you are not done quite yet, will you be sending more dolls my way? Kind of exciting to think about, it’s like a love letter. You brutalize them, discard them…and they find their way to me to add my own artful twist too. That’s too romantic though, you had no way of knowing your victims would fall into my morgue. For now, I will chop it up to wishful thinking but should more come my way…I may have to stop and ponder the thought.

Accomplice Phone Sex or You are My Victim: No In-between

accomplice phone sexI love accomplice phone sex calls. Men have one of two places in my life. They can be my victims, or they can be my accomplices. There is no gray area in between. I am a black and white kind of girl. Emotions fuck everything up, so I do not have any. When I met Mike in a fetish CBT club, I knew he was my victim. Sure, he was handsome. He appeared to have money. But that sort of thing does not get to me like most women. Most girls see a handsome, rich man and they lose their shit. They do whatever it takes even being something they are not to be his girlfriend. Not me. Nope. I am not fooled by shallow things. Men are my accomplices or my victims. Since Mike was in a CBT club, I knew either he had small cock or he was submissive to women, likely both. So, his money and looks meant nothing to me. I could mutilate his junk with some torture sex without a second thought. And I did. He had a small willy. One that would not have been any use to me. Not sure it was of much use to anyone actually. Well, now there are no cock and balls. He wanted the torture. I think he thought I would just trample his junk in a pair of high heels like most dominant women. I am not like most anyone. I do what I want to whom I want and when and where I want. Sure, I had on some spiked heels and trampled his worthless nut sack until I popped a nut. I used my knife for the rest. I violated the club’s policy of no weapons, but I do things my way and only my way. I used my big old knife that I use for castration phone sex calls. I severed his cock from his balls and mutilated his junk. I mean it was of no use to me or any woman anyway.

Castration Phone Sex Hotline

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Some men are just better off without a cock, and I’m just the girl who’s more than happy to help you depart from your phallus friend. However I must warn you, it’s quite painful and bloody! Undergoing your castration with me is not something you should go into lightly. Although you will get what you want. I’m simply using you to satiate my own sick twisted desire to cut into flesh however I please. 

With my assortment of blades, I’ll never get bored on my castration phone sex hotline here. I got it all from the shiny, smooth but incredibly sharp katana blade, to the rusty jagged used-up butter knife. I personally love my many serrated blades, from a tiny little pocket knife to a large serrated sword. So many options, sometimes I wished I didn’t have to just stop at removing your penis. Perhaps you will allow me to cut more? Or maybe I’ll just decide to take more…and more…until every last piece of you is nothing but scraps!

Snuff Phone Sex Bitch Does Not Need You

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex is what I do best. I am on a snuff site for a reason. I am not everyone’s cup of tea. I do not care if you have a big cock. I do not care if you have money. I do not care if you “love” Goth girls. I do not want to date you. I do not want to fuck you either. I do not have much use for humans. I am a loner. I do not need relationships. I do not need friends and I do not need a man in my life. I can take care of myself. I have only two uses for men: accomplice or victim. Anytime a man comes on to me I must explain that he can be my victim or my accomplice, but I do not want to date a man or be in any kind of a relationship with a man other than to kill him, castrate him or hunt with him. Terrance thought I was joking. He has been hitting on me for months now. We met at a Goth bar. I did not give him my phone number, but he managed to get not only my phone number, but my address too by bribing his cousin who works at the DMV. He confessed. He thought I was playing hard to get. I do not play games. I say no, no it is. He found himself on the wrong side of some CBT torture sex. The only way to handle a man who thinks he can conquer a woman or take what he wants because a woman is playing games, needs to lose his cock and / or balls. No cock, no balls, no sexual urges. No need to act like an asshole. Some men have way too much ego and testosterone like Terrance. No way I was the first woman he stalked and harassed. But I will be the last because Terrance is a eunuch now. I took his balls with a rusty knife and cauterized the wound with a hot frying pan. I wanted it to hurt. I wanted him to have a constant reminder that he cannot prey on women who want nothing to do with him. Most guys must pay for castration phone sex. Terrance got it for free.

Pandora’s Mortuary Is Open Again For Deviant Play

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Hello once again to my fans of the grotesque, wickedly twisted, and dark corners of the mind. I’m happy to open the mortuary doors once again. Truthfully the pandemic was a real buzz kill, great for business and plenty of corpses. However, due to the amounts, it was required to have more than one mortician around. Keeping my cold formamide smelling work area more populated with the living than usual. Which is such a shame really. You should have seen some of the corpses that came in for me to prepare or just burn. Such beauty and potential gone to waste. 

Now the traffic is steady but no need for extra hands around, I’m able to handle it all once again. I was so happy to be able to let those other workers go. None of them had the spark like me for allowing the dead to be useful to the living in a carnal way. Now I look around the room and see nothing but potential. I’ve renovated it for even more corpse storage and more fun gadgets. Experimenting on the dead is not everyone’s idea of a good time, but it is mine. Sure a lot of these tools are used for autopsies but they make excellent torture devices when the time arises. So you know a little bit about my past few years, what has the rest of the wicked been up to? 

Mutilation Phone Sex Means Fun with Your Cock and Balls for Me

mutilation phone sexMutilation phone sex takes all kinds of forms. I am a cock mutilator by trade. I loved to ruin a man’s junk just because I can. I carve up little sluts too, but that is mostly for profit. Castration and cock and ball mutilation is for personal pleasure. I am not one of those women who believes men rule the world. There are plenty of men who do not deserves their cocks or the balls. I am not talking about perverts who diddle little ones. I am talking about chronic masturbators. Men who try to force their tiny dicks on grown women like me. I am talking about tools who think they can dominate a woman just because they have balls. Balls are not some badge of honor and they do not give you certain rights. In fact, I will argue that balls are a privilege not a right, and therefore your privilege can be revoked whenever I want.

I revoked Lawrence’s balls. He is a fucking neighborhood loser with a tiny dick. A peeping Tom. He also drugs women’s drinks to take advantage of them at community events and parties. I put an end to all that. I cannot have a major creeper in my community continuing to violate women. He needed some free castration phone sex. Oh, he paid but not with money, LOL. I drugged him at a neighborhood block party. I usually am not very neighborly, but this loser needed put in his place forever. I switched his drink with the drink he laced to give to some unsuspecting woman. When he was acting drunk, I escorted him home along with a few neighborhood women who wanted some revenge. It is called Karma, Lawrence. You cannot drug women and fuck them and expect nothing to come back on you. He met Karma that night. He was intoxicated but coherent enough to know what was going on. Coherent enough to feel the pain of several women giving him back what he is ode tenfold. Torture sex does not even describe what us girls did to his junk. We carved our names into the flesh of his cock. We severed his balls. We anally tortured him with household objects. And we made him a eunuch. He will no longer be slipping women mickies to take advantage of him. Karma always comes back to you guys, and if I find out about your predatory behavior, I will bring Karma to you sooner.

Rape Fantasies

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies SinI have a dark surprise for you! All the cunts you can fuck and asses beat until you are emptied and satisfied. I spiked their drinks and strapped each one up to their own beds ready for their fixes. Every slut has been shot up with heroine waiting for their personal cocks to mutilate their virgin pussies and stretch their tight asses out until they bleed on the sheets. You have knives, whips and chairs to your liking. While I brand each whore to my liking I can’t wait for their pleads and tears to play like a broken record.  I want to peel their skin from their ripped asses out while their screams echo through out of the room. Ahh the way they beg is music to my ears as my cunt starts to drip I’ll have to slap it onto one of their faces and force them to suck my clit until I am satisfied. So many whores to be ruined and so many chains, whips and razor filled dildos I don’t even know where to start!

Snuff Phone Sex with a Taboo Bitch

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex is what I do. It is clear in my blogs and my bio. Some dickwad called me last night with honey this and baby that. He wanted to fuck me. Like romantic girlfriend experience shit. I do not do that. I am not your girlfriend. I will never be anyone’s girlfriend. I do not need a man to get off. They make toys for women like me. I do not do well with baby talk and stupid shit like cuddling. I am a loner. I like it that way. So, when Charlie called me for the girlfriend experience, I thought he was purposefully pushing my boundaries so I would react. Turns out, Charlie was just stupid. He got a call last night, but not the one he wanted. Or at least the one he thought he wanted. Once I gave him my best castration phone sex role play, he was down to let me abuse him. He had never met a bitch like me. I hear that almost daily. Lots of women need men. They pretend to be something they are not to get a loser. They use catfish filters and change who they are for some dickwad who will cheat on them or emotionally abuse them. I do not get it. But I also do not get men who want to make a woman something she is not. I mean why would Charlie try to make a sadistic bitch who loves knives more than men, his girlfriend. Now that I removed his testicles free of charge, he is probably wondering the same thing. Although he was shocked and not at all willing in the beginning, he cannot stop thinking about me. That is because I am often the first woman to step up and but a guy in his place. I am no June Clever. I will not ever be some doting housewife who cooks and cleans. I am the taboo phone sex psycho who castrates, tortures, force fucks and kills. Do I sound like your kind of woman?

Never Undestimate a Killer Phone Sex Bitch

killer phone sexKiller phone sex is what I do best. I am a sick bitch trapped inside a 5’2 115lb body. Do not let my size fool you. I am a mean and sadistic bitch. I am stronger than I look. Men always underestimate me and that never goes well for them. I was in a murderous mood earlier in week. It does not take much to set me off honestly. This guy was out of his league hitting on me. Some nerdy white boy loser with a fetish for Goth girls. I see it all the time at the Goth and Steam Punk bars I frequent. This guy, however, was someone I knew. Not personally but I knew of him. I have long wanted to kill him, or at least give him a healthy dose of castration phone sex. He is a guy who put up revenge porn on a few girls who dissed him. He is a hacker. He never dated these women because they had higher standards. He just hacked their phones and found pictures to use. This was over ten years ago. He put them up on that now defunct site Is Anyone Up? It got pulled because consent was rarely given for the photos used. I never knew this guy but several women I know all had awful experiences with him, some even when they were just young teen girls. This guy was a pervert, a predator and a loser. And he walked right into my hands and underestimated my powers. I played drunk because that is what he wanted. Predators always go after the drunk chicks. Easy prey to them. But he was the easy prey, not me.  Alone, in his apartment, I cut off his cock. I was going to just make him a eunuch, but he had rape fantasies he was trying to explore with me. Nope. He did not think I would have a sharp knife tied to my thigh. I grabbed it and sliced his cock off before his pathetic short stack could worm its way inside my pussy. He bled a lot. Cried a lot too. He deserved it though. This was torture sex karma. Not only is karma a bitch, but I am too. Never underestimate me.