Category: Medical fetish phone sex

Castration Phone Sex Can Happen Anywhere

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is my hobby and my passion. Balls are a privilege that I can revoke at any time. Just because you have balls does not make you superior. In fact, I will argue it makes you inferior because men get too accustomed to their balls. They touch them nonstop. Men become a slave to their balls. And that makes them do stupid shit. When they do, I revoke their privileges.

If you cannot use your balls for good, you do not deserve them. And you would be surprised at how many men think they are superior to women and that their balls give them certain rights to my body. Men can be so fucking stupid. I am not a woman who believes my body your choice. However, I do believe your body, my balls if you act like an entitled fool.

Your Balls are a Privilege and I Can Revoke Your Privilege Any Time

And Jeff acted like a fool in front of me. So, I revoked his privileges. Severed his balls from his body with some extreme cock and ball torture sex.  And I did not do anything to dull his pain or slow the bleeding down. Where would be the fun in that, right?  I rarely take out my anger publicly. Safer to kill and maim in my dungeon. But this asshole followed me into the restroom at my Goth bar. He was out of place, not me. So, I knew my bar patrons and the staff would have my back.

He tried to push himself on the wrong girl. Without missing a beat, I pulled out the knife strapped to my leg when he pulled his worthless dick out of his pants. I grabbed his dick, tugged really hard, and put my knife under the balls. And with one smooth move, I severed his worthless nuggets in a dirty bathroom stall. For all I know, he bled out on the floor. If he did, he would be taken out with the trash. I am an evil phone sex bitch. Do not cross me. I will sever your balls and leave you to bleed out too.

Torture Sex is the Only Kind of Sex I Get Anymore

torture phone sexTorture sex is the only sex I get. But as a masochist, I do not mind. At least I do not mind if I am getting coke in exchange.  Last night, this sadist drug dealer I know, wanted to torture my tits and cunt for hours. But I had to endure it. What were my options?  No coke for a holiday weekend was not a viable option for me. So, I let him mutilate me.

For an hour, he zapped my flesh with a cattle prod. Have you ever smelt burning flesh? It’s an awful smell, especially if it’s your own flesh. I think smoke started to ooze out my nipples he shocked my tits so much. But my boob torture served as foreplay. He went to my clit next. Singed my red pussy hair. Burning hair smells as bad as burning flesh. Honestly, I thought about calling off the deal, and going to my stepson instead. However, I had endured so much torture phone sex already, I thought I needed to see it through.

Sometimes, It Amazes Me What My Body Can Endure for Coke

As he burned the flesh off my clit, I thought about all the coke I would have for this weekend. It would let me keep up with my teenage boys and their soccer pals who were spending the weekend with us. After he burned my clit, and my nipples, he shoved the cattle prod up my worthless cunt. When he shocked me, he laughed as my body jolted and I pissed everywhere. Involuntary reaction to an electric prod shoved up my cunt.

That turned him on, so he decided to shove it up my ass next. And that hurt more than the nipple, clit and cunt torture combined. When he finished torturing me, he untied me, but he made me lick my piss off the concrete floor of the warehouse we were in. And he added his piss to the mix to humiliate me while I was down. At this point, this taboo phone sex whore has no shame left. I spit shined the floor, got my coke and got the fuck out of there with my burnt and sore body.

Domination Phone Sex with a Proud Ball Buster Might Leave You in Tears

domination phone sexI enjoy domination phone sex calls as a sexy switch. The older I get the more fun cock and ball torture sex becomes for me. I have this one regular at the strip club who enjoys CBT. You could say he is an extreme pain slut. Usually, in the club, I am limited to how much I can hurt him even with him agreeing to it. It’s bad for business the owner thinks for club patrons to hear a man screaming from the VIP room.

So, he took me off the books. Hired me to be his dominatrix. We had our first session Tuesday night. I signed off early from my phone sex job, so I could inflict some serious cock and ball torture sex. He had all the equipment for me too. Even a sounding device which I had never used before.

In the club, I could kick him in the crotch. And I could step on his balls. However, no sounding devices allowed, no sharp objects and no actual ball busting either. Lame, I know. What does it matter if a man is willing to pay for the pain. This worked out well though. I could demand more money and do more damage to his junk.

Now That I Have a Taste for Extreme CBT, I Want to Inflict More Pain

With my highest stripper heels, I danced on his balls. Even trampled his cock too. This time, I actually busted one of his nuts. Ouch. But his dick stayed erect. I told you this client enjoyed extreme pain. I used the sounding device on his pee hole, but I used Ben-Gay as the lube. That brought tears to his eyes. But once again he stayed erect. For hours, I slammed his balls in books. I trampled all over his cock and balls in high heels. And I forced large objects down his pee hole. But he paid me handsomely for the CBT.

Torturing his cock and balls made my pussy wet. So, now I think my CBT training wheels are off and I am ready for castration phone sex.

Confessional Confessions: A Twisted Encounter

Blasphemy sex

Hey, you disgusting fucks, gather ’round as I spills the filthiest details, a narrative so nasty it’ll make your religious leaders vomit, you perverted bastards. I was a pious bitch, but my body craved the pastor’s throbbing cock, a forbidden desire, you sick fucks.

I exposed my eager pussy, a tempting offering, and he slammed into me, his rod claiming my innocence, you twisted perverts. His spiritual cock invaded my holy hole, defiling my sanctity, while I screamed in pleasure, you depraved freaks. His hands tightened on my throat, controlling my breath, as I pleaded for more abuse, you fucked-up bastards.

My climax shattered me as his sacred cum mixed with my sinful fluids, a fucked-up blend of heaven and hell, you filthy animals. So, if you crave spiritual awakening, I’ll lead you down a path of carnal sin, you lust-filled, condemned bastards!

Medical Fetish Phone Sex Revenge is So Sweet

medical fetish phone sexMedical fetish phone sex calls seem to be picking up for me. And I love it. I really do. Torturing a man’s junk serves as therapy for me. Men like my father and his friends ruined me when I was young. The fucked me into submission. I was afraid of them as a schoolgirl. Now, as an adult, I am filled with rage for men like daddy and his friends.

Even though I help men like them find young girls to abuse, they no longer abuse me. And that’s what I care about. This world operates on the survival of the fittest mentality. But I survived. And now, I get to give some therapeutic karma to men like daddy.

Recently, I had a run in with one of the men my daddy hung out with when I was little. They played poker together. And they made ass rape porn with me together too. Although he did not recognize me as an adult, I recognized him. Trafficked girls rarely forget the face of their abusers. We continue to see those faces in our nightmares. I saw an opportunity for revenge. And I took it.

Lured him to my place. Gave him some bullshit line about erotic roleplaying. And he wanted to see my naughty nurse outfit. When I came back looking sexy as fuck, I tied him to the bed. Again, he thought we were playing naughty nurse and patient. In a way, we were. But I resembled a sadistic nurse. I tortured his junk. I put a ball gag in his mouth to stop his screaming. But I could still hear him. So, I sat my ample ass on his face reverse cowgirl for the cock and ball torture sex.

Revenge is So Sweet

And that worked. Between my ass and the ball gag, no one could hear his screams. I put the sounding device down his pee hole. But I used Icy-Hot as lube. And I use a rather large sounding device too. However, what hurt him the most appeared to be the steel hook I put up his ass with Icy-Hot lube. Well, I thought that gave him the most pain. Taking his balls hurt more than anything.

I neutered a predator. I neutered one of my abusers. And it felt so good. So, powerful. Of course, as I held his balls in front of his face, I told him who I was. And the look on his face seemed priceless to me. He passed out from the pain, so I called the bouncer from the strip club for assistance moving his body. The wimp passed out from the pain. Clearly, he can give the pain but not receive the pain.

No doubt, he will remember me now.

Medical fetish phone sex- doctor, doctor, fuck all about it.

Medical fetish phone sex            Medical fetish phone sex- doctor, doctor, fuck all about it. Pussy cunt is open for the business. Now we bring out the toys. You in the coat, nothing else, me bare-naked. Bring out the medical supplies. After all the fetish is medical and the pussy separator can be used on the ass too. Now don’t forget the pear.

            In fact, once the scalpel is out the pussy cunt is wet.  In this case we get to play the fantasy out hard, deep, using all the medical jargon that we can. Like doctor the labia lips are tingling. Think we need to open them up and take a closer look.

            Naughty nurse, even naughtier patient. All in all, your Roleplay phone sex doctor fuck all about it here for business. As shown in the picture just to left, this pussy cunt is pink. It needs to be looked at it. It really is tight, and the vagina separator will have to click open to stretch it wide.

            At the same time, use the anal probe to get deep into the cavity. Open them wide enough that you can get your cock between. Really gape it open. This is all about fantasy. The medical fetish. Come doctor, fuck me all about it.

            Use medical jargon at the same time. Make me squirt cum up inside me. Use the fetish to fulfill the roleplay. Keep me gaping open. Doctor, doctor, I need you now. Come fuck me.

            Use all the toys and tools at your disposal. Everyone of them should be used on this pussy cunt before the fantasy is done with.

Knife Play Phone Sex Because I Can Inflict Maximum Pain with a Kinfe

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex remains my favorite. I inherited a massive knife collection from my grandpa when he died. Some of these knifes historians would consider priceless because they date back hundreds of years. My grandpa bought most of them on the black market, so they are not traceable. No one knows I have these knives. But I never leave a dead body anywhere for folks to discover. I let nature take care of the remains. But when I castrate or mutilate men, the knife pattern will not be traceable if a victim goes to the police.

Did you know that a forensic specialist can tell you the type of knife used to stab someone. Then they can see who has purchased one of those knives in recent months. So, when I do a free castration phone sex visit, I use an untraceable knife. Plus, I enjoy using ancient knives to remove a man’s junk. It offers a more barbaric or medieval feel to the torture.

Knives just have more versatility than a gun. You cannot torture someone with a gun. You aim, you shoot, they die or bleed out. It’s quick. The pain does not last long. Although I often cauterize the wound after I remove the balls, the pain lasts. It’s a physical and psychological pain. If a man did not want to be castrated, he lives with the pain of never being erect again. Psychological pain can last forever.

A Knife I Feel is More Versatile Than a Gun

I gave a free castration over the weekend. He deserved it. This hipster douche bag tried to spike drinks at the Goth bar. Did you know a girl can wear a certain nail polish that if she dips her finger in a drink, it turns a different color when the drink contains roofies? Few men do. But I tested a few drinks and lured the culprit back to his place. He wanted to fuck a Goth girl.

But I did not want to fuck him. However, I did want to inflict maximum cock and ball torture sex pain. So, I used a rustic knife to chop his balls off. And I did let him bleed a little before I cauterized his wound. Normally, I take the balls as a souvenir. In my dungeon torture chamber, I have over 100 balls in a jar fermenting as a reminder. Sort of my trophies. But I left this bastard’s balls in his mouth to shut him up.

He appeared to still be breathing when I left. But he passed out from the shock. Dumbass. You do not come into a Goth bar and spike drinks to force fuck women. Not in my bar. Not on my watch.

Killer Phone Sex Bitch Removes Your Cock and Balls for Any Reason

killer phone sexBeing a killer phone sex bitch never gets dull. And that’s the main reason I like this job. Plus, it makes me look legitimate to the government, you know? Although I make great money doing this, most of my money comes from being a mercenary. People find me on the dark web and hire me to help them kill someone. Or perhaps, they want me to mutilate their junk. You might be surprised what folks pay for. And how much they pay for their dark needs.

Clay hired me to castrate him. He claims that he tried many times to do it himself but always chickened out. Of course, I took the gig. So, a few men I castrate want to be castrated. However, most of my victims got a free junk removal because they pissed me off in some way or hurt someone I know. But a few wimps like Caly understand that their junk causes more problems than it is worth.

Extreme cock and ball torture sex guys want the ultimate CBT. Others know that their micro penises never please women, so why even keep it. And some men prey on young girls and women. They believe they cannot control their sexual urges. Urges that will land them in jail. Personally, I don’t give a fuck why you want your junk removed or mutilated. I only care about the money.

I Love to Castrate Dumbasses

However, Clay’s reason for wanting castrated proved to be a first for me. He already violated his very young niece. Although she is not too young to rat him out to her parents. So, this loser thought that if I chemically castrated him, he would have a sort of alibi for the crime. If his dick cannot get hard or produce any cum, how could he have violated that little girl. Dumbass, his DNA could still be tested. But I did not tell him that.

In fact, I relished the fact that he would lose his junk and likely get arrested too. If you want to diddle little girls, go right ahead and diddle away. But be smarter than Clay. I gave him the castration phone sex he needed and wanted. But not a chemical castration. That would be too easy and painless. I busted his balls. Then I chopped them right off with garden shears. Made a bloody mess of his bathroom. I got the money. All I cared about. However, I guess now he cannot commit any more sex crimes because he will never get hard again.

Come sit on my exam table…

Medical fetish phone sex. I love playing doctor and tonight your my patient. I’m not here to save lives though, in fact, I may end yours. I need to check all parts of you to make sure everything’s working properly which is why I have my tools.

Sit on my chair and lay down, let me hear your heart racing as I listen through your chest. I’ll take down your pants now and grab your balls, “cough bitch” I tell you with a knife in my hand. Now spread your legs, let me grab that shaft and exam your cockhead. I swirl my tongue on the tip and taste your pre-cum. Hmmm something’s off. Let me stroke that shaft harder and see what I can find. You begin thrusting the harder my hand goes. Your so close to cumming but I’m not done yet. The evil side of me wants to chop this thing off but I want to play for a little longer.

I hook you up to an alarm which means you can’t leave the bed, trapping you down. In my hospital uniform I sit on your hard cock, moving my hips side to side. As I’m fucking the shit out of you I check your pulse and your heart is racing.  You see my knife but there’s nothing you can do.  Just as you shoot up my wet little pussy I stab your neck. Lights out sweatheart!

Dark Desires: A Teen’s Twisted Fantasy

Goth teen phone sex

 

What’s up, you filthy fuckers! I’m a goth teen slut, ready to fulfill your darkest home invasion fantasy.

I’m alone in my bedroom, dressed in my tight leather gear, craving some rough action. Suddenly, a dominant stud breaks into my room, ready to take what he wants.

He pushes me against the wall, my body pressed against the cold surface. His hands grip my throat, choking me as he kisses me hard, his tongue invading my mouth. I struggle, but it only fuels his desire.

This isn’t your ordinary teenage romance, you sick fucks. It’s a hardcore BDSM fantasy. He ties me up, spanks my ass, and fucks me hard, leaving me begging for more.

So, you twisted perverts, if you’re into this taboo shit, let’s make it real. I’ll be your submissive teen, waiting to be taken and marked as yours. Let’s create a memory (or nightmare) that’ll leave us both breathless.