Category: Castration phone sex

Torture Sex of the Male Anatomy Brings Me Joy

torture sexAlthough I enjoy all sorts of torture sex, cock and ball torture remains my favorite. Sure, I am happy to mutilate a young cunt with you. We can dissect her like a frog and enjoy her pain. But there is just something about destroying a man’s junk that gives me pleasure. And for me to enjoy the CBT fun the most, you get to live. Live with the constant reminder that a bad ass Goth Chick ruined sex for you for eternity.

Let me tell you about Chuck. He’s a predator. He likes to prey on drunk Goth girls and Steampunk princesses. Not on my watch. When I get wind of a predator hitting the Goth bars in my state, I go to great measures to discover who and put an end to his reign of terror. I think that men prey on Goth chicks because they view us as lesser than some cute coed slut. And I cannot stand men like that.

Although it took a few days sitting in Goth bars pretending to be drunk, I found my predator. And I wanted to kill him. Really, I did. So, it took all my strength to spare his life. However, I did not spare his cock and balls. Castration phone sex junkies like me always mutilate the junk. To men I am a wicked butcher. The butcher of their junk. A sadistic Lorena Bobbit. And I never mind the comparison.

I am The Wicked Butcher of Your Junk

Once I had Charlie in my underground dungeon, and he saw all my torture devices, he realized I was the wicked butcher men talk about. Almost like I am some sort of folklore creature or a mythological beast. But I love men wondering if I am real or not. Chuck knows I am real now. And I have his cock and mutilated balls in a jar to prove it. I carved Predator on his cock first. And I basked in his pain and suffering. If he does not care about Goth chicks, we don’t care about him.

I chopped his dick off a little slice at a time and fed the bits to my dog. And while I chopped his cock like I was making a charcuterie board, I had a castration band around his worthless balls turning them black. Once you cut the flow of oxygen to the balls, they turn purple, shrivel up and eventually resemble deflated black tires. Even though I wanted to kill him, I spared him the snuff porn death he deserved. Instead, I left him with a constant reminder that he is no longer a man. But I doubt he ever really was a man.

Gothic Phone Sex Drains Your Lifeline For Ultimate Pleasure

Warm sensations caress your naked flesh as you are awakened to a Gothic Phone Sex Mistress standing before you. A succubus with glowing eyes and flesh as pale as a white rose. I’m Morticia, and I am your best fantasy.

The whisper fades quickly as the movement of Succubus Goddess Morticia crawls on top of you. You are frozen and excited. The inability to move as I crawl and cover your throbbing cock with my warm moist cunt.

Then as I ride your cock I am digging my nails into your chest as I scrape down your body. The blood, the vibrant red hue that excites me starts to seep from the wounds. I smile with my canines shimmering in the moonlight as I lean in and lap at the delightful treat.

You are unable to resist and cum deep inside of my cunt. I clench my cunt lips around your cock and milk every last drop of seed from your balls. As I drain your balls, with an evil moan and laugh.

Finally in a flash and slash of my tongue my fangs sink deep into your neck. The sensation of orgasm continues as I slowly, deeply suck every last drop of life force from your body.

This is your last dance and my body is the temple where your life comes to an end within. All life force is feeding my youth. For I am Morticia, Goddess of the Night.

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Castration Phone Sex Excites Me to Make You My Gimp

When I come across a total dick I get ideas. In fact I could not think of anything better than Castration phone sex. Some guys have such Big *Personality*. While those very same dumb fucks have pathetically Small Penises.

With all that in mind maybe you understand my need to cut the dick off and torture the fucker. Bear in mind that such a person may be reading this posting right now. Am I right? Loser with a pathetic dick and Huge dickhead attitude?

As it just so happens I came across just such a guy on Thursday. This dude was relatively on the better than everyone else plane. And those types truly fuck me up. Like I get myself worked up and have to masturbate my clit, rubbing it out like a guy jerks fast to a set of tits. I sat in my car at Starbucks and watched the asshat trying to impress some bimbo that I swear was a tranny.

Oh the Sadistic phone sex we will enjoy!

What excited me initially is the thought of that tranny and I working him over. This excited me so much I slipped out of my car and walked over to them. I started to compliment the ladyboy on her look. I told the guy I needed to talk to this hot bitch for a minute he could have her attention back in a sec. My perfect accomplice phone sex partner.

Finally I managed to lay out my plan and see what she thought. She loved it. I left and got the hotel room. She gave him what he wanted, a chance. He followed her back to the hotel that was like ten feet away. I hit my girl a text with the room number to get the card from the desk.

Castration Phone Sex is so Damned fucking Hot!

Now this was go! I prepped my tools and had the scene set. She got him in the room and I was behind the door. I quickly knocked him out with a bat. Then we dragged him to the bed and tied him down. My girl proceeded to have her fun. She fantasized about raping such a piece of work and got that chance.

As is best he was slightly conscience and tried screaming as that virgin ass got tapped hard. We gagged him, obviously. And as suspected he had a 2 incher. So pathetic.

As soon as he was hard I snipped those balls out and even cut the bitch stick off of that little cunt. He is now in the Hospital undergoing a whole new transformation! I seriously cam so hard getting that thing cut off.

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Accomplice Phone Sex Partner or My Victim, So Choose Wisely

accomplice phone sexYou can be my accomplice phone sex partner or my victim. With me it’s that black and white. No in between. No gray area either. I do not need men in my life. But do not feel bad. I do not need anyone in my life. If you have not guessed by now, perhaps you can tell that I am a loner. Not at all a people person. Never have been. I do not have a husband, or a boyfriend or even a BFF. But what I do have is a thirst for mayhem and total destruction. Now, what side do you want to be on? Choose wisely. 

You do not want to be Mack. Mack and I go way back to high school. And I think those teen years contributed to the dark bitch I am today. Not your bitch though. Not anyone’s bitch. Mack did not recognize me at first. But I knew him immediately. Same smug tool he was in high school. He walked right by me. And he got rude with the barista. He sealed his faith. He asked for snuff sex acting like a giant douche bag once again 

You Can Be My Accomplice or My Victim 

So, I followed him home. Although I wanted to kill him right then, I needed to study his habits and plan. This loser made my life hell as a teen girl. And his bully days did not seem to be behind him. I may have ignored him had he been polite ordering his fancy latte. However, I have thought about killing him for 15 years. And he walked right into my life again. So, it was a sign he needed to die. 

 And he died last night. After hours of suffering. Usually, I do not do revenge kills because personal kills get folks caught. But I do not have ties to him. Never did. To him I was just some worthless nothing. But he remembered me as I sliced his cock off. I told him this kill might have been my favorite one yet. I carved him up. And I put my name in his chest. But I wrote Venus, not my birth name. I reinvented myself after high school. 

 No one would find his body. Nature took care of his remains. Once upon a time, Mack harassed me daily. Now, Mack will never harass or bully another woman again. In fact, I bet he is being shit out of a bear’s ass right now. Mack had to be my victim. He was never accomplice material. However, all tools and bullies are killer phone sex material. 

Only Evil Phone Sex with an Evil Woman

evil phone sexI am an Evil Woman as the song goes which makes me perfect for evil phone sex. Although some folks may think of me as a sociopath, I disagree. Sure, I will kill and torture men and women who annoy me, even brats too, but I would never hurt an animal. Animals are my best friends.

A guy hired me last week to kill his ex-wife. She’s been blackmailing him for money for years because he likes little girls, and she found his brat porn stash. Since she’s bleeding him dry, he wanted her dead. However, it needed to look like a robbery gone wrong while he attended a conference out of state. He needed an airtight alibi because the ex is always a suspect.

But when I was in the ex’s place to kill her, he wanted me to kill her dog too because the dog never liked him. Animals seem to be good judges of characters. Even though he paid me for killer phone sex, killing the dog did not seem necessary. It seemed personal, which would bring suspicion on him even more. I began to think I was on the wrong side here. He threatened to report me as a person of interest to the police if I did not kill the dog. Fucking idiot.

Men Do Not Threaten Me and Live To Tell About It

He fucked with the wrong girl. I recorded the conversation. I record all my dark net clients for protection. Rarely do I need to use it, but I am always prepared for idiots like this guy. I went to his ex’s bedroom and made her a proposition she could not refuse. When I told her about her ex’s plans, she told me he has hired folks before to kill her, but she outsmarted both country bumkins he hired.

Clearly, he had to die. Although I planned on killing him the moment he threatened me. Too dangerous for me and her dog to keep him breathing much longer. So, I made her my accomplice phone sex partner, so she could kill him. I’d be her alibi. We had to wait a few days before he returned home from his trip. However, I made him think I killed her. We staged the crime scene with fake blood.

I Will Kill You For Looking at Me Wrong

And we greeted him in his house when he returned home last night. Boy, did he look like he saw a ghost. Perhaps, he did. She got to do the honors. And she did not hold back her rage. She must have stabbed him over 100 times. I made her wear gloves so she would not cut herself because the police would question her. But maybe not. Guess what? I carved up his cock, cut it off why he still appeared alive, and fed it to the dog. Then we took his body to my kill shack in the woods and fed the rest of him the wildlife.

Beg for Torture Sex You Will Get More Than You Bargined For

torture sexHe begged for torture sex. And you never need to beg me to hurt a bitch. It is my pleasure to carve a guy or a woman or even a brat up like a Thanksgiving turkey. Todd met me online. I have a handle called Dark Angel on the Dark net. I am a dark angel of death. Pain and torture too. Cock and ball torture excites me. I make a decent living at it too. But some days, I feel generous and do it for free.

Todd experienced an almost free castration. He hired me to torture him. We agreed I could mutilate his body if I left his cock and balls alone. For some reason he seemed proud of his junk. But to me it was nothing impressive at all. And I would have abided by his rules if he had not seemed so proud of a worthless dick.

What is the obsession with your junk? I mean I know men beat off a lot. Even when they have a woman in their lives. But to hold so much value in something worthless just begs for castration phone sex if you ask me. So, after I tied Todd up and cut his flesh up, I decided to cut off his balls. I told him it was a free add on for being such a small dick wonder. If his dick measured 4-inches, I would have been surprised.

If You Want Me to Torture You, Consider Me Ready

I put a ball gag in his mouth, so I did hot need to hear him bitch about his precious dick and balls. I promised him no woman thought his dick was the Holy Grail of cocks. And I took the balls off slowly with a razor blade to prolong his agony. Once I had one nut removed, I used that severed ball as the gag in his mouth. What can I say? I am a sadist.  It brought me pleasure to see him choking on his ball. Since they appeared small like his dick, when I cut the other nut off, I put that in his mouth too.

Although I thought about taking his worthless dick too, leaving it will be a constant reminder that he is no man. He is just lucky I did not make him a snuff porn star. But I took the wind out of his sails. He will never beat off or fuck again. And he will never procreate. And that is a win for everyone.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Consume Many People

murder phone sex fantasiesMurder phone sex fantasies consume many people, me included. But unlike most people, I do not hold back. If someone fills me with rage, it’s usually for a good reason. And I snuff them out. But I never kill quickly. There is no fun in that. Torture serves as foreplay for me. So, when I bring a man home to kill him in my new underground torture chamber, I  make it last hours, days or even weeks.

Marcus resides in my dungeon currently. I plan on keeping this  mother fucker alive for as long as possible because he deserves to suffer. He hired me off the dark web last month to help him kill his business partner. I never ask why someone wants another person dead. It’s a job for me. I do it for the money. However, Marcus tried to renege on our deal and demanded a refund. Do I look like I offer refunds?

No One Backs Out of a Deal with the Devil and Lives to Talk About It

I am a snuff porn broker. Marcus got cold feet. He feared the murder would be tied to him because he stood to gain financially from his partner’s death. However, we set him up with an airtight alibi. I put a lot of work into planning this kill. And he insulted me when he wanted a refund. But he angered me when he tried to assault me when I said no refund. And he has been tied up in my kill shelter under my house ever since.

I’ve dismembered every toe and finger he had. Plus, I took a blow torch to his balls and the soles of his feet. And I sliced off his nipples and castrated him too. Now, I am slowly letting the blood drip from his body. Exsanguination is a painful and a very slow death. The average person holds 8-10 pints of blood in their body. So, I let about a half a pint drip from his body a day. He has about 4 days left until he dies from blood loss.

Once he dies, I will feed him to the wildlife, and he will never be seen again. Teach him to fuck with the snuff sex queen.

Medical Fetish Phone Sex I Might Enjoy More Than You

medical fetish phone sexMedical fetish phone sex, I enjoy. Why? Because I am a sadist. And I enjoy inflicting pain. Now on the phone, I never really know if you are listening to me and doing the things I request like using a sounding device in your pee hole or slamming your balls in a book. Or my favorite, jacking off with Icy Hot, LOL. But in person, when I am the one torturing your junk, I know the pain is real.

Holiday weekends bring out my sadistic side. Perhaps, because I have no tolerance for stupidity. And most people act like drunk fools on the holidays. When this drunk preppie type came into the Goth bar I hang out at, I knew he would be my victim. His smug look. His drunk antics. And his insulting nature put him to the top of the list of potential victims. I drugged his drink and took him to my new underground torture chamber I built. It’s soundproof and well hidden. Very basic structure, but nothing basic occurs there.

This tool needed castration phone sex. But he needed a lot of CBT first. When woke up, he realized he was bound, naked and gagged. I put a castration band on his worthless balls. Where to begin? I lubed up the sounding device with Icy Hot and inserted it in his pee hole. The tears streaming down his face told me I hit a nerve. Even three sheets to the wind and still a little drugged up from my bar concoction, he felt that burning sensation.

I Love Destroying a Man’s Junk

However, that kind of pain was nothing compared to what came next. I used a razor blade to peel the skin off his worthless balls and cock. Sure, he bled a lot, but it would not kill him. Just make him wish he was dead. Once the skin came off his balls and worthless dick, I lubed my hands up with the Icy Hot and jacked him off. I told him if he could cum through the pain, I would not inflict anymore pain.

I knew that the torture sex felt too intense to cum though. He just cried some more. The long weekend is not over yet though. So, this preppie loser is still tied to a chair in my dungeon awaiting lots more cock and ball torture.

Murder phone sex Fantasies With Accomplice Slut Rena

You and I, we’re quite the pair aren’t we? We played out quite the hot Murder phone sex Fantasies we had talked about recently. Let me just tell you, it was spicy and just like we discussed!

We took turns using what remained of her body parts for our own twisted pleasure until there wasn’t much left except for memories etched into our minds forever…and some DNA evidence if anyone ever dared investigate too closely (which they wouldn’t). Satisfied yet still hungry for more carnage, we moved onto each other; our lust unquenchable even after desecrating another human being together.

And so it went on – a never-ending cycle of violence intertwined with passionate sex acts that would make any sane person cringe in disgust but only fueled our insatiable desires further. Until one day…the police showed up at our doorstep unexpectedly! They found us covered in blood stains and semen trails leading straight from the crime scene back home where we had been enjoying ourselves all along oblivious to their approach.

As they dragged us away in handcuffs, all I could think about was how much I wanted to taste you again…to feel your warmth surrounding me as we made love amidst the chaos of our twisted reality. But alas, those days are gone now; replaced by cold steel bars separating us and endless hours spent contemplating what went wrong while awaiting trial for our heinous crimes against humanity.

But don’t worry my love, once this is all over and justice has been served (or not), we’ll find another plaything together – maybe even better than before! Our bond is unbreakable no matter what life throws at us; just like the scars that will forever remain etched upon both our souls from that fateful day at the park when we took a young girl’s innocence and left her battered corpse behind as proof of our perversion.

Never Enough Time for all the Snuff Phone Sex Folks Deserve

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex, I could do all day long. Fuck. I can do it in my sleep. My mind gets full of vengeful thoughts and plots to rid the world of useless folks. And let me tell you there are some many useless folks in this world. Think about it. If we could kill off the annoying fucks, tiny dick losers, stupid politicians, whiney spoiled brats, and dipshits in this world, wouldn’t that be the only way to make America great again, LOL?

My tolerance for people appears less and less each year. I get older and just do not have the same threshold for stupidity I once had. Although, my tolerance for stupid fucks never seemed high, LOL. When I went to the grocery store, some yuppie looking white guy in a Rolex thought he could cut through a line of folks waiting patiently to check out. He thought he was special because he was white, male and rich. Nothing special to me. No man is.

I watched him be rude to everyone in line and the check out girl. So, I followed him. Of course he got into an Italian sports car. He screamed small dick energy. And that’s when I fantasized about giving him cock and ball torture sex. But my fantasies never stay fantasies for long. That self-entitled prick needed me to put him in his place. And I did.

I Enjoy Taking Away a Man’s Small Dick Energy

I followed him for a few days. Learned his habits and saw that he was more of a tool than I could have imagined. He was easy to capture. He likes to party. So, I lured him with coke. But I cut it with a little fentanyl. Not much. Just enough to paralyze his body so I could castrate him and ruin sex for him. Castration takes the wind out of a blowhard quickly. But I did not castrate him slowly. Where is the fun in that?

Nothing slow with me. Not when it comes to castration phone sex. I carved up his worthless junk slowly. Although I wanted to kill this tool because the world would be much better without him, I also wanted to neuter the prick. Turn him into shell of his former self.

Men hold too much value in their junk. And I am here to take the wind out of their sails. I deflated his balls first. Then I removed them. And not very neatly either. But the best part? I carved my name in his worthless limp cock. Now when he sees his even more worthless dick, he will always remember me. My guess though, more men will soon not forget me either. The world is full of tools and losers.