When a guy calls me and asks me what gets my pussy wet, I tell him castration phone sex. I have no use for most dicks. It must be less than 1% of the men in this world whoI find tolerable. Honestly, with dildos around I rarely need men. I don’t need their cum because I hate little ones. I have no desires to give birth. I have no motherly instincts. That makes it easier for me to snuff out little victims and castrate useless men. Let’s face it. Most of you are useless to me. So, if you don’t want to help me kill some stupid cunt, then offer up your stupid balls. I am sure the world doesn’t need any more men like you running around, so let’s make sure you never procreate. We can castrate you the easy way or the fun way. Personally, I like the fun way. Fun for me at least. I like it when you resist. There are sadly plenty of losers who offer up their balls freely to be removed, but I like a challenge. I want to pursue my victim. I want to catch you, tie you up and take your balls by force. I want it to hurt. I can use broken glass or a rusty knife to make it more dangerous and painful. I can not cauterize the wound too which means castration might turn into snuff sex. Think you can handle me taking your balls? You may not survive my brand of castration.
Category: Castration phone sex
You May Not Survive My Castration Phone Sex
My Snuff Sex is to Die for
My snuff sex is to die for. I am an evil bitch who loves drawing men in who think I am just a run of the mill low self-esteem sweet young piece of ass.
But I want to hurt you. I want to hear your balls go crunch with my cattle castrator. Or I could Slice filets off your cock and salt and pepper them and feed them to you as Your blood pools around your ass. Either way you are going to be shackled and my sweet wet pussy will be riding your hard cock as you die. A plastic sack over your head with deadly spiders and you seeing my shadow as for once you can make a girl cum. Too bad it’s your first and last time. The poison will make your meat unusable so I will have to machete your head off and use it like a fucking kickball. Never worry, I will make good use of all the parts of your body after death. Waste not want not mother fucker.
Does that make your cock jump? Then you should let me seduce you to your death.
Knife Play Phone Sex: A Blade Over Bullets Every Time
I enjoy knife play phone sex calls. So much you can do with a knife. It is more versatile than a gun. It gives more pain too. A shot to the head or the heart, die quickly. Where is the fun in that? A knife can stab. It can cut. It can slice. It can dice. It can peel. It can chop. It can castrate. A gun can just shoot. Guns are traceable too. Any one can own a knife. Trust me. I know. I own a lot of knives. I use them for many things. I will stab a bitch in the gut and watch her bleed out slowly or I can stab her cunt and ruin her baby making plans. I will cut an artery and masturbate in the blood spurt. I will slice limbs off for amusement. I will dice up body parts and eat them for dinner like I am Annabel Lector lol. I can peel off skin to make things very painful for my victim. I can chop off whore tits and a bastard dick. And, I can castrate worthless balls. If I can chop off a cock, I can’t just leave the balls, right? A knife is a better playmate than a gun. Trust me, I know.
Snuff Sex Suffocation Fantasies
He called me up and was so fucking in love with me that he wanted nothing more than to service me until the end. Until I decided I was done with him and needed to end him. He wanted me to use him and kill him. I would smother him with this sweet ass of mine and that was a dream cum true for this fat fucker loser. I had no problem ending his term in under 20 minutes. He disgusted me and I took no pleasure in having Jabadahut under me. He fucking made my dick limp if I had one. Shit I doubt he could even find his dick but it did cum hard while I was smothering his last breath from him. I have no qualms letting that fat fuck eat my ass out and to feed him my piss before tightening the rope around his neck and choking him as I shoved his nose and mouth between my ass cheeks deep til he couldn’t breath. I love having a big ass.
Taboo Phone Sex Bitch
I may be a taboo phone sex slut, but I am no victim. I am not your subby bitch. This little prick called me to snuff me out. Boy did he have the wrong number. If you are so stupid that you don’t read my bio or pay attention to my blogs, then I kill you or at the very least castrate you. I am no different off the phone either. I went out with this dude Christmas Eve who thought he could force fuck me. He was not happy with the word no. He was less happy with my insistence that I wouldn’t fuck him if he was the last man on earth. It was an awful date. I left him at the restaurant, but the little prick followed me to my car. He pushed me in the back seat and tried to fuck me. I keep a knife under both the driver and passenger side seats. Easy access for such situations. No one fucks me without my permission. No one who wants to live and keep his dick that is lol. As he pulled out his worthless cock to fuck me, I reached for the knife and sliced the fucker off. Luckily it was not inside me. That would have been awful, but if it had happened, I would have put a tooth pick in it and pulled it out since it was no bigger than a cocktail weenie He was bleeding all over my car, so I pushed him out with my feet. My seats are scotch guarded, but I didn’t want any more of his blood in my vehicle. I got in the front seat and backed over him. If he didn’t bleed out from the loss of blood, pretty sure my 4-wheel drive did the trick.
Snuff Porn and Castration
While most folks are watching Christmas movies, I am watching snuff porn. I am more murderous this time of year because I lack any holiday spirit and I hate people. Bah humbug. I could only watch so much before I had to kill. But who? Who had been the naughtiest? I wanted to kill my neighbor but that would break my rule of killing close to home. I have a few rules I adhere to and they keep me safe from the law. I went to the mall and picked up a guy who resembled my loser neighbor. The issue with my neighbor is that he thinks he is a Lothario. He has a revolving door of women but makes them all think she is the only one. He thinks he is George Clooney or something, but he looks more like one of the Three Stooges. He is not handsome and because he is an exhibitionist, I can see he is not hung either. No clue what women see in him. He is not rich. He is not handsome, and he is not hung. Triple loser. My guess is he lies. Tells women he is some rich guy, but he is a poser. Since I couldn’t kill him, I could kill a man like him, or at least castrate him. I found this goober who thought he had what I wanted. If I wanted a fat poor pathetic loser, then sure, he had what I needed. But I would never need that. I let him think we were going to my cabin in the woods to fuck. I castrated him. Just like I do on castration phone sex calls. I chopped his balls off. They were just little nuggets anyway. He started crying in pain and bleeding like a stuck pig. I just laughed as he cried for his worthless nuts. I went out to kill, but I wanted him to live without his balls. I wanted him to have a constant reminder that he is not all that. Now, I need to figure out what to do with my loser neighbor and you. I bet you are just as pathetic.
Sharpen Your Knives and Let’s Play
I have an extreme craving that I can’t get out of my mind. I just really want to have some knife play phone sex. There are so many instruments that we could use for some hardcore twisted BDSM pleasures, but my mind is on the sensation of cold carbon steel against my throat while you fuck me without regard for me at all. I want you to use the fuck out of my hole while my life hangs on the flick of your wrist. I’ve been playing with my favorite blade here in my bed and wish it was your hands around the wooden handle. I have eleven and a quarter inches of fatal fetishism in my hot hands, just waiting.
If you don’t step up to the plate and overpower me though, you will find yourself in trouble. Someone is going to bleed for someone and if you can’t penetrate me with that eleven inches of steel death then I will take it to you. I’ll straddle you and the last thing you will experience is me taking you apart, one slice at a time. Don’t worry, I’ll plunge it in. I’ll have my sadistic fun first though. Are you ready?
Home Invasion Sex is so Hot Part III
And as the mom looked on in horror, I sucked her husbands cock again until it was nice and hard. I motioned for daddy to come over and bring a nice, sharp, big knife and slice that thing right off. The husband screamed in pain, the mother sobbed, and the little ones were horrified. How hot the scene was. Lucky for me the cock was still semi hard. Not hard enough to stick up the mom’s ass as I was hoping but hard enough that I could stick it right in her mouth. There she sat with her husband bloody cocked shoved deeply in her mouth. There was nothing she could do. Me and daddy and friends looked at our lovely bloody work while we passed a joint and drank some beer. Now what to do with the little boy and girl? We pondered and decided we would teach them how to fuck. I rubbed that little guys dick until it was nice and hard and then I licked that sweet things pussy a few times until it was good and lubed. Daddy held her down with her legs spread and I guided the son’s dick right into that pussy and showed him how to thrust it inside her. The mother cried and sobbed through her husband’s cut off dick in her mouth. It was glorious. Soon the little dude was coming all in his sister and enjoying it. She lay there with blood and her brothers cum running out of her little bald pussy. That made daddy so horny and he couldn’t contain himself, so he put that sweet young girl on the table and fucked her pussy right in from of the mother. And of course, I was so turned on I made that little cock hard again, sat him in a chair and rode that little dick until we both came. Once daddy was done all his friends lined up and took that little bald pussy too. It was like a bloody cummy buffet on that table. Once daddy and friends were done with her, they eyed the son…………
Off with Your Balls
There’s something so sexy about a sharp blade. Any blade. Knife, razor, sword, box cutter. Shiny and sharp, placed right up against your nut sac. You wonder if I’m going to tease you or hurt you. You feel the sharp edge dragging along your flesh and the blood beads up. Didn’t you tell me that you wanted to be castrated? Oh, you beg me not to hurt you but that rock hard cock gives you away. You like the fear that you’re feeling. The adrenaline rushes through your veins as the cum builds in your testicles. You groan out loud. You better not cum, or I will end you now. This is cock control and your life depends on it. A shot of cum and I will make your blood spurt, too. You clench your teeth, gasping for air, trying to get control of your raging member who only wants to cum. I smile and wait. “Beg for your balls.” I order you. You sound like a little bitch whining as you plead for your manhood. The whimper is starting to irritate me. I have my blade poised right up against your bulging purple mushroom head. Shall I cut your cock off in pieces or will one swipe of my wrist leave you as a sissy eunuch forever?
Sex with Dead Bodies is the Only Way to Fuck
Sex with dead bodies is uncomplicated for me. I can get off and be done with it you know? A man serves me no purpose except as an accomplice. And that is only because he is paying me and helping me to kill. When it comes to romance, I have no interest in that. I like to fuck. But I don’t enjoy pillow talk, foreplay or snuggling. That is why when I find a man I am attracted to, I kill him. I am just like a praying mantis. I must be patient. It takes a couple hours for rigor mortis to kick in. Postmortem rigidity does wonders to a cock. It is the only way for a sick bitch like me to get off because as soon as one of you morons starts to talk, I have lost all desire to fuck. I was horny last night, and the morgue had nothing I was interested in, so I went hunting. I found Trevor, a handsome black man with a huge bulge in his jeans. I spiked his drink, took him home and killed him. I waited about 2 hours and that black cock was as hard as it ever would be again. I rode him until I came so fucking hard. I got laid and now I have some dark meat for Thanksgiving dinner too. That is what I call a win-win situation.












