Category: Castration phone sex

Bloody Phone Sex Massacres Turn Me On.

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex only gets bloodier when I am around. Why? Because I am a sick Goth chick who likes to go helter skelter when I kill. Don’t worry, I know how to clean up a crime scene. I learned from the best. My grandfather went to college for forensic science and criminology. Although he ended up running a prison, he passed down his knowledge of forensic arts to me. He cleaned up my first crime scene. And to this day, no one has discovered her body. Not even her bones.

However, since that schoolgirl crime I committed, my skills have improved. And I know how to harness my anger, so I never kill impulsively. That is what gets you caught. I used to kill quickly, swiftly and never left much of a mess to clean up. But I got bored of that kind of snuff. No fun if it is quick and clean. At least not for me.

I work alone or with an accomplice phone sex partner. Last night, I worked with a partner. A female too. That almost never happens. She wanted me to help her kill her ex-boyfriend. I did not ask any questions. To me, it is a pay day. So, I took her money, and we killed that bastard. However, she did not need my help.

I Love Killing with a Fellow Sick Bitch

Often with a male client, they get too squeamish to do the killing. So, I must step in and do it for them. But this bitch? Well, she grabbed a sickle and took his cock off. He must have really done something terrible. Or perhaps she is just a violent bitch like me. I watched and laughed as his dick sailed across the room. She chopped his fingers and toes off too. Made for a great blood splatter.

This bitch did not need my help. Perhaps, I was like a therapy dog. Just there for emotional support. I did get to chop some limbs with her. But mostly, I showed her how to clean up the carnage. Removing that much DNA took some time. I don’t know what that unlucky bastard did to my client, but his remains will never be found. The remains of anyone I kill or help kill are never found. I am that good with snuff sex.

Snuff Phone Sex Brings the Perverts to My Yard

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex brings all the perverts to my yard. Once men realize you get off on pain, suffering and snuff, you cannot beat them off with a stick. And sometimes I must. Men who hire me to commit a crime with them often think they love me. Just because I take your money to kill some whore with you does not mean I want to fuck you. We may have a great time force fucking and snuffing out a bitch together, but our relationship is transactional only.

David hired me to kill a cock teasing teen with him. Although I found murder and mayhem enjoyable with him, he still needed me to help him because he was too much of a pussy to do it on his own. So, strike one against him. If you cannot kill some brat without me, you are not sadistic enough for me to want to fuck. Plus, I never mix business with pleasure.

However, David did not understand that when I told him I do not fuck clients that I meant it. He tried to force himself on me. And well that did not end well for him. He died. But I took my sweet time with the torture sex. I strapped him on an X cross. Nailed his hands and feet to it too like some religious murder. I do not believe in heaven or hell, but I believe in pain.

If You Try to Make Me Your Victim, You Will Die

And that was the only reason I did it. For the pain. I nailed his dick to it too. And his balls. That was fun. Eventually, I cut his dick off and stuffed it in his mouth because I got tired of hearing him bitch. What a pussy. Although I never mind helping men explore their rape fantasies, I am never the one they get to fuck. Never. I am an accomplice. I am a bad ass bitch in charge. So, you pay with your life if you try to fuck me or make me your victim.

I must send a clear message to others not to try the same stupid shit. So, when I had this guy’s cock severed, balls nailed to the cross and nails in all sorts of other places too, I live streamed it on the dark net. My own snuff porn. I slit his throat and watched him bleed out. However, his death is not in vain. He will help other men not make the same mistake he did.

Fantasy phone sex brings out such terribly strange delights!

Fantasy phone sex

Fantasy phone sex brings out such terribly strange delights! I am here with a twisted tale that will make your blood run cold and your cock stand at attention. You see, I have always been a kinky little slut but my Master takes it to a whole new level. He knows how to push all my buttons and exploit my deepest fears and desires. Since I am his slave I must take all that he gives me.

When I was a little girl, I was forced to go to a weekly church clown show.  It was like a bible study but with clowns, that alone was terrifying. But man, it really freaked me out and of course you know they are all perverts. I found that out the hard way, that church clown had a more sinister agenda. He showed me his cock and I am pretty sure stuck it in my ass. I definitely blocked most of it out and ever since then, I’ve been terrified of those creepy painted faces. My Master, sick fuck that he is, decided to use that fear against me.

He brought me to a barn where there were a bunch of the scariest looking clowns I’ve ever seen and I’ve seen my fair share of fucked up shit. But these clowns were something else. They tied me up and started using me like a rag doll. Every time I tried to close my eyes and block out the horror, I was whipped and paddled. It was like a never-ending nightmare, but I couldn’t wake up.

And just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, my Master came out dressed like Art the Clown. Now, if you don’t know who Art the Clown is, then you’re missing out on some serious terror. He’s the scariest motherfucker of them all and my Master looked exactly like him. Covered in blood and with a twisted smile on his face, he pulled out his cock and I thought that was it, I was going to be snuffed right then and there. I sucked his bloody cock clean while those other creepy clowns railed my holes. 

I am a good little snuff whore and I serve my Master’s cock without question. And let me tell you, it was the most intense experience of my life. So if you’re looking for a twisted and Evil phone sex experience, I am your girl. I live for this shit and I can give you the most depraved and fucked up fantasies you desire. So give me a call and let’s explore the dark and twisted corners of your mind. Just be warned, you may never want to leave.

Castration Phone Sex Because Your Junk is Not an Entitlement

castration phone sexWhy castration phone sex? I know men ask me often why I chose to specialize in castration. Well, the answer is simple. Testicles are not an entitlement. No man deserves to have an erect cock. Yes, I said it and I believe it. And I stand by it too. When men see their erect dicks as an entitlement, they start to think women are here for them. That leads them to disregard women and see them as nothing but cum receptacles. Nope. Not the case, especially not with me. And not acceptable behavior.

Although many men pay me to remove their testicles, I take many for free. Men with small dicks appear more enlightened than men with average or big dicks. I do not care about the size of your dick. If you try to force yourself on me, or get overly aggressive with me, I will take your balls, and perhaps your cock too. Torture sex turns me on. So, do not for a moment think you are safe from my wrath simply because you have a big dick.

Your Cock and Balls are Not an Entitlement But a Privilege, And I Can Revoke Your Privileges Anytime

Alex thought his big cock gave him the right to force himself on a fellow Goth girl. She said no repeatedly, but he thought she was playing a game. So, she contacted me for revenge. I love revenge castration. Your dick and balls are a privilege, not an entitlement. And I can revoke your privileges anytime I want. Alex likes Goth girls, so we set him up. I enlisted his victim as my accomplice.

Revenge is a dish best served with severed testicles and a slice of cock. Once we had him incapacitated and tied up to his bed, I made sure he knew why we revoked his genital privileges. The look on his face when he saw his victim slice his nuts off with a rusty blade: priceless. When he started spewing his misogynistic crap, I personally slice off his cock and shoved it in his mouth. That shut him up.

Men, your dick and your balls are a privilege. Use them wisely or this sadistic phone sex bitch will revoke all your dick privileges for life.

Evil phone sex slut and bestie force pervert into submission

Evil phone sex Evil phone sex slut and best friend force a pervert into submission!

He was drunk out of his fucking mind and thought he could slap my best friend’s ass. The moment our eyes met I knew he would make a perfect victim! We lured him in and brought him back to our hotel room where we stripped him naked, seduced him, and then tortured the living daylights out of him. What he thought was his lucky day was his worst fucking nightmare! My best friend dragged her tongue down his body, to his cock, and then slurped his dick into her throat. Then she shocked his scrotum with a taser…

That’s when the pathetic perv realized what he had gotten himself into. I’ve always dreamt of having Sex with dead bodies and I knew that day would be the day I finally would be able to. The light flickered as I walked toward him wearing my strap-on that was filled with blades. I approached him and forced him to his knees. I sat my pussy on his face and smothered him while stroking my dong. Then I forced him to bend over and beg to be fucked hard.

As I jerked my dildo in and out of his manhole, I taunted him for being a faggot while laughing hysterically. I could tell by how easily my dildo slipped into his asshole it wasn’t his first time… The pressure must have felt good because the fucking pervert began to moan and that is when I hit the button and released the blades… ripping his asshole into shreds.

The room was left a bloody crime scene after the gruesomest Snuff sex!

Medical Fetish Phone Sex with Me Might Be More Than You Bargained For

medical fetish phone sexMedical fetish phone sex calls are not as common, but still under my purview. I love to torture a man or a woman’s junk. Sounding is fun for me. Not on me. But on you. Can you believe that men pay me to hurt their cock and balls? And I take that money and deliver a painful cock and ball torture session.

Jimbo hired me last. He seemed self-aware. With a small dick he realizes he cannot please women. That’s more than I can say for many of my callers. I should never hear things like, “I’m gonna fuck her cunt with my big 5-inch dick.” If you think 5 inches is big, you should not be force fucking anyone. I mean even schoolgirls know 5 inches does not equal big in anyone’s world. So, I will give Jimbo credit for understanding his junk would never do any woman any favors.

He likes cock and ball torture sex. For years he saw a mistress who trampled his balls and jacked him off with Ben Gay. However, I told him I would never jack off a loser. Hell, I rarely jack off any guy. Perhaps I enjoy torture more than sex. Anyway, I agreed to a training session with Jimbo. So, I took his payment and arranged a day for him to visit me.  He came over last night. And I think when he saw my knives and a sounding device, he got scared.

If You Enjoy Cock and Ball Torture, You Are in the Right Place

But he knew I was not a typical mistress. I am a sadistic bitch. I tied him to the bed and put a ball gag in his mouth so he would not bite his tongue. The first thing I did was insert a sounding device lathered in Icy Hot into his pee hole. Tears welled up in his eyes, and his erection I forced with a large dildo up his asshole. I used a knife to slit his pee hole. Blood dripped into his urethra making him cringe more. He wanted CBT fun. And he got it with a bit more.

By the time I finished our session he told me he should have asked for castration phone sex instead. I told him I could take his balls for free, but he ran out of my house like a gazelle. Perhaps, I was more than he bargained for. Might be more than you bargained for too.

Castration Phone Sex Makes You My Bitch for Life

castration phone sexIt is no secret that I love castration phone sex. But I love it even more when the person I castrate never sees it coming. Which is most of the time. Although men do pay me to chop off their balls often, I do a lot of free junk removal because men are idiots. And idiots should never procreate. Why? Because they only breed more idiots.

I make it clear that I am no GFE sort of woman. Men serve me best dead or without their mail anatomy. I do not need a man to make me feel complete. Perhaps, I am just set in my ways and too dominant, but I will never rely on a man to feel good about myself or to support me. Yet George thought it was all an act. I even showed him my sadistic phone sex site so he would understand that I do not couple up like a typical, boring, vanilla woman.

Not Every Man Deserves to Keep His Junk

But he kept insisting he had what I needed and even went as far as telling me he could fuck the bitch out of me. No amount of cock can fuck the bitch out of me, LOL. I am pure bitch. But I plaid the game. Let him think that I wanted to fuck him. Went back to his crappy little studio apartment. While he took his clothes off, I spiked his drink. Before long he would be too loopy to fight me or scream.

I tied him to his bed and let him see my big knife. The poor sap still did not see it coming. His dick looked puny. I mean I doubt a Barbie doll would have felt his dick. So, I chopped his balls off. Saved him a life of misery and prevented more losers like him from being born. He bled a lot. In fact, his blood splattered on me and his walls. He must take blood thinners. Oops. Well, he may have lost more blood than the usual castration, but he deserved it. The torture sex and the blood.

How did he think his 2-inch nub would be able to fuck the bitch out of me? Well now he can never get hard again. So, he will never fuck the bitch out of anyone because he is the bitch now and forever. And I can make you a bitch too.

Killer phone sex

Killer phone sex

Killer phone sex can mean different things to different people, but I know what it means to me tonight. Would you like to go out with me tonight to find someone to play with? I was thinking some torture and murder. Maybe once we pick our target, we can play a little cat and mouse game and hunt them down. The chase is always the best part!

                So, we go out at midnight to a random park nearby where we look for our next victim. We pinpointed a lady jogging on the trail, and I showed her my knife and she takes off running faster. I’m sure you are wondering why I chose her, but I want someone who will put up a fight. I tell you to head to the end of the trail while I follow her your way.

                You get her at the end of the trail, and I meet up with you guys. We tell her what’s going on and what our plans are, and that she has one chance to get away, and if we catch her, we are going to kill her. She takes off again and the real hunt begins, and I couldn’t be wetter.

Blasphemy Phone Sex with a Black Magic Woman

blasphemy phone sexBlasphemy phone sex, I enjoy. I am not religious. Honestly, I do not believe in God. How can I believe in something I cannot see or experience. But I dabble in the dark arts. More witchcraft than Satanism. Little spells and hexes here and there. I have a friend who works in a black magic store down in New Orleans. She has taught me a lot about how to navigate that realm most of us do not believe in, but just in case, we still avoid.

She visited me this week and cast a spell on this loser who would not stop harassing me at my favorite Goth bar. Not that I date a lot of men, but I don’t do boring vanilla men. Guys need to be Goth or Steampunk to get my attention. Vanilla white boys, hard pass for me.

My friend, Sienna, got some of his hair, and tied it around this little voodoo doll and controlled him. If I had not witnessed it with my own eyes, I might not have believed it. She told me I could do snuff porn remotely, but I like to experience the killing and torture firsthand. But being a puppet master to some loser does sound appealing.

I Guess You Can Call Me a Black Magic Woman

Although I do not believe in God, I think I believe in Satan because black magic falls under his purview. And she manipulated this little prick with a single strand of his hair and some magic dust. If that is not black magic at work, I do not know what is. She made him show off his little dick to everyone in the bar. We all laughed. She even made him dance and chug a lot of beer.

My mind worked overtime thinking of all the things I could do to this loser. I dug my key into the little doll’s crotch and watched him fall to the ground writhing in pain. So, I tossed the doll on the floor and dug my heel into the crotch and that boring vanilla boy became more interesting as he screamed in pain. I told Seinna I need to learn how to create a doll like this because there are plenty of losers I want to destroy and women too.

I wanted to test the power of this voodoo doll, so I put it in my panties and sat on it. Sort of like a suffocation phone sex call where I smother a man to death with my pussy and ass. But this was live. Sienna and I watched as he struggled to breathe. The bartender called 911 but when EMTs arrived it appeared too late. It will be a mystery how he died. I am sure of that. Because no one believes in black magic, right? But I do. And now I know how to use it too.

Killer Phone Sex Gene Makes Some Women Natural Born Killers

killer phone sexI possess the killer phone sex gene. Do you? A psychologist would have a field day with me. Although I am sure I meet a lot of the psychopathic characteristics in the DSM, I do not meet them all. Which can make me seem so normal. For example, I show mercy and empathy. Perhaps, not to men and sluts, but I would never harm an animal. And some women I spare because I see potential in them. Or I just despise the man who hired me to kill the woman that much.

Although I have not spared many lives, I have flipped the tables on a few tools. Clark hired me to kill a teen girl. Well, he hired me to kidnap a girl he knows so he could explore his rape fantasies with her. And he wanted to snuff her out afterwards. I wanted the job. Money makes the world go around, right?

But I experienced a crisis of my consciousness that would perplex a psychologist. So, I flipped the scene. The girl I kidnapped became my accomplice. She showed great potential for mayhem and bloodshed. Like a mini me. However, my accomplice appeared brain dead and misogynistic. Men like him overpopulate the world. However, Goth girls like me seem harder to find.

Sometimes I See More Potential in a Victim Than I Do My Accomplice

My client hired me to kidnap his Goth niece because he thinks she is a freak of nature and he wanted to fuck her and snuff her afterwards. Since I did not enjoy his views on Goth babes, I decided to save the girl and turn her into my Goth accomplice phone sex partner. And you should have seen how she rolled with her second chance in life.

I gave her my big knife. And instead of charging him with a jab to the gut or a jugular vein, she stabbed him in the groin. And when he went down, she pulled his cock out of his pants and stabbed it until it looked like minced meat. She made a bloody massacre of his cock. Just like I would have done too. Her instincts for torture and pain over a quick death endeared her to me.

I sat back and watched as the victim became the victor in this fight for life. All covered in blood from the frenzied mutilation of her uncle’s junk, she looked at me, smiled and told me, “That felt good.” Yep, a natural born killer this one. How could I kill her? I helped her finish her uncle with a quick lesson on major arteries and torture sex. Then we fed him to the wildlife. Finally, I have another mini me to train. Although it is true that I hate most teens, this one appeared the exception to the rule. And I will make good use of her.