Category: Medical fetish phone sex

Castration Phone Sex Feels Like a Warm Blanket to Me

castration phone sexCastration phone sex serves as my warm blanket. It feels like comfort food. Maybe you could call it chicken soup for my soul. I find comfort in neutering pigs. Not actual pigs. I like animals more than people. So, I would never mutilate an animal. But a man is a different kind of animal that I have no problem neutering.

Perhaps I get the comfort from knowing that I’ve taken a predator or a loser off the streets making the world a better place for other women. Some women consider me a superhero of sorts. Although I do not necessarily like most women, I also cannot get behind the manosphere world.

When the manosphere gods, the Tate brothers, got arrested recently, I couldn’t help but laugh. Did you see what the fuck Andrew Tate wore. It felt like he was a model for that suburban woman catalog Chicos. The dark net went crazy because that’s where most incels can be found. Now some of those mansplaining idiots like Myron Gaines went off in support of the Tates, but most red pill Kool-Aid drinking asshats create their clatter on the dark net. Pussies.

Since I know how to navigate the dark web, I hunt for red pill idiots to castrate. Just makes me feel good. Plus, most of them proclaim to be celibate anyway. So, they do they need their junk. I take what they’re not using. Or at least what they claim they’re not using. Since I’m an excellent hacker, I traced the IP address of this one idiot with a huge bark on the darknet. He thinks women owe him something and if they won’t give it to him, he thinks that gives him the right to take it.

If Incels Think They Have a Right to My Body, Then I Have a Right to Their Balls

Well, I believe I have the right to take a man’s balls through extreme cock and ball torture sex who espouses that level of misogyny on the Internet. I catfished an incel. Made him think he was coming over to a fellow Bro’s house. But he found a Goth bitch wielding a huge knife instead. I looked him in the eyes and said, “Not what you expected, right?” I sprayed him in the face with my special pepper spray. It contains puffer fish toxin. It’s a neurotoxin that paralyzes instantly. Your victim feels pain. Your victim understands what’s happening. They just can’t fight.

I dragged him down my basement by the feet which battered him up a little bit coming down the stairs. But the real pain had not started yet. That happened once I put him in my castration chair. I separated his balls from his dick using a castration band. Then I got out a razor blade, and I shaved the skin off his testicles and his dick.

Your Body and Balls Belong to Me You Incel Losers

Little tiny scrapes that inflicted maximum pain. And I took my sweet fucking time doing it. But the best part was when I dumped an entire bottle of vodka over his exposed testicles and balls. The loser couldn’t scream. And he couldn’t move. But the tears in his eyes told me how much pain he felt. And that made me feel good.

Again, I just started. I took a meat cleaver and started chopping little slices of flesh off his dick like I was making charcuterie board using his dick as the sausage. I’m not completely cruel. I did leave a little bit of dick just so he could piss. But he’ll never aim down to piss again. He’ll piss straight out. Chopped his balls off too and fed them to my dog while he watched. While I tortured him with knife play phone sex, I read a long list of his grievances that explained why he deserved exactly what I did.

Honestly, a lot of the women he preys on I could give two shits about. But some of these losers trickle down into the Goth community and I protect my own. I take out an incel at least once or twice a week. But I’ll never get rid of them. New ones crop up daily. But at least I’m doing my part to make the world a better place.

Castration Phone Sex is what I’m going to do to that pathetic cock!

Castration Phone Sex

Castration Phone Sex is what I’m going to do to that pathetic cock!

Do you really think your sad excuse of a dick would go inside me?

Fuck no!

It’s so fucking small, worthless, and useless; you’re better off without it!

No woman would ever want that disgusting thing in her mouth.

You don’t even deserve to be horny with that pathetic thing in between your legs.

I’ll dig my nails in your balls and castrate you myself.

Turn you into some pathetic fag who can’t get hard anymore.

You don’t deserve to enjoy sex anyway; your cock is too small.

Just turn you into my Ken doll, with nothing in your pants.

That’s the sad life you deserve.

Cutting off your testosterone is really turning you into some invalid no woman would ever want to fuck!

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Ass Rape Porn Star Blair’s Ass Takes a Beating But Keeps on Ticking

ass rape pornThis ass rape porn star it experienced a busy night. Of course I needed coke. My sons decided to throw a party and invite eight friends over. So, I needed to score enough coke to keep up with 10 boys. My sons love watching me with their friends. They claim that I am the reason they’re popular at school. Every teenage boy wants to hang out at their house.

I love that I can help my boys like that. But I needed some coke and I needed it immediately. When I need a quick fix like that, I end up doing desperate, stupid things. Like calling up this one director who loves to sodomize me in creative ways. And last night did not seem any different. Honestly, he scares me. I don’t fear that he will kill me. That’s not the problem. However, his creativity makes his anal porn seem like nothing but anal torture sex.

We started off with a baseball bat in my ass. Not the handle part first. He went in with the thick top of the bat first. He managed to get almost all of it inside of me too. My asshole swallowed a baseball bat. He turned that baseball bat into a butt plug. And I could feel it stretching my colon from the inside. No doubt it did some damage to my intestines. I might not shit right ever yet.

My Asshole Takes a Beating Just So I Can Score Coke

I feared what would come next. But luckily the baseball bat was the biggest thing he fucked me with. He wanted to stretch and gape my ass so he could get other things in there like his forearm and a wine bottle. At one point he even gave my ass a beer douche. He shook up a bottle of Miller light, pulled off the cap and shoved it in my ass. I could feel the fizzing cleaning out my ass and my lower intestines. He joked that my beer douche turned bloody because he shredded my ass. Luckily this guy lets me get high before he experiments on my asshole.

I endured a couple hours of pain just to score enough coke to keep up with 10 teenage boys. But they would need to fuck my pussy because after that session, my asshole looked bigger than the Grand Canyon. And that would mean my pussy would feel way tighter than my asshole. Honestly, I didn’t care what hole they fucked. I wouldn’t feel anything on the coke I earned the hard way.

Taboo Phone Sex Sometimes Makes Me the Accomplice

taboo phone sexPerhaps you could say I specialize in taboo phone sex. The vanilla shit doesn’t cut it anymore for me. I’ve been a dirty whore way too long. And a drug addicted one too. I think the cocaine brings out my submissive side. But sometimes the right person can bring out my submissive side too.

I met a beautiful Ebony goddess over the weekend. A young, beautiful black girl on a quest for revenge. I think she saw in me someone she could manipulate easily. She looks like the kind of beautiful woman who gets whatever she wants easily. And she wrapped me around her little finger. She picked me up in a bar and promised me some cocaine. But she needed my help with something. I thought perhaps she just wanted me to eat her beautiful black pussy all night long. That girl gave me a serious case of jungle fever.

But she needed an accomplice phone sex partner to get revenge on her ex-wife boyfriend who unleashed a few sex tapes. And those sex tapes ended up all over the Internet, hurting her business. I’ve never understood it, but the woman always loses when a disgruntled ex weaponizes a private sex.

Sometimes, I Luck Out and Get to Be the Accomplice Instead of the Victim

So, I helped her castrate her ex. Normally, I’m the victim not the accomplice. But this woman wrapped me around her finger with her beauty. She didn’t even need to promise me a big bag of cocaine. The promise of licking her Nubian princess pussy would’ve sufficed.

But she told me how to set him up. And I did just that. I lured him to this crack motel. He thought he picked up just a regular hooker on a street corner. But I lured him back to this hotel to fuck. And I would be his last fuck ever. Because you can’t fuck without your balls men.

I felt like such a femme fatale because I put poison on my lips. When he kissed me, he passed out. But I woke him up with smelling salts and he found himself naked and tied to the bed with his beautiful black ex-girlfriend standing between his legs with a very sharp blade.

I told him his actions come at a price. And that price would be the loss of his balls. Once something’s on the Internet, you can’t take it back. You can demand stuff be taken down, but it’s been seen and it’s never truly gone from the Internet. So, he did ruin her career. But ultimately, she got the last laugh. She ruined his sex life when she found the right vulnerable, needy woman to help her neuter her vengeful ex. And he deserved castration phone sex.

Castration Feels Like the Right Punishment for So Many Men

I don’t get to castrate too many men. So, I channeled all that energy and anger over the men who’ve taken advantage of me over the years and put that into severing his ball sack. I did not think that much blood would be involved. But his testicles splattered my face. Not with jizz this time. With blood. We used a hot curling iron to cauterize the wound. We could smell his flesh burning as well as his pubes. Nasty smell. But he wouldn’t bleed out.

While he laid in one of the No Tell Motel beds recuperating from his painful ball removal, I ate his ex-girlfriend ‘s beautiful black pussy. And I made her cum all over my face several times. Now that’s a better smell than burning flesh and pubes. She did not disappoint me. She gave me her body, a big bag of cocaine and a wad of cash for helping her. Why can’t I find accomplice jobs like this more often. I think I enjoy being the accomplice more than a victim. But beggars can’t be choosers. So, I know I will continue to do anything for cocaine.

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Snuff sex made me almost meet my end but I survived

Snuff sex Snuff sex can be brutal. I watched my Master Daddy hook up with some giggling little tart, super young and dumb. She thought she was special, that he would spoil her. But really, she walked into the predators trap.

As he rammed that tight, wet cunt, I knew my role.

I had to serve as his accomplice, to suffocate whatever air was left in that brat’s lungs so Daddy could focus solely on his pleasure.

So I grabbed her little neck and squeezed until her windpipe began to break. She was suffocating by my hands, and Master Daddy loved it. And I couldn’t stop, I had to keep going.

The little bitch’s eyes bulged, her face turning a sickly shade of purple as she clawed at me but it was totally useless. I choked her even harder, milking every drop of her life force until finally, with a strangled gurgle, she went limp.

He pulled out his cock and made it explode down my throat. I felt like I was drowning in his cum. I was his good girl for doing what I was told and he said if I didn’t choke her out like that he would have done it to me because I’m his Torture sex slave and he can do whatever he wants with whores like me.

 

Medical Fetish Phone Sex Calls are Rare But So Much Fun

medical fetish phone sexMedical fetish phone sex calls seem rare. But I love them, nonetheless. I get a couple a week but being the accomplice comprises the bulk of my calls. And in a way medical fetish exploration seems like an accomplice job. I help you enjoy a massive orgasm. But I help you enjoy it with a little bit of pain.

And in the case of Stephen, a lot of pain. He told me he considers himself a pain slut. In the past, he hired dominatrixes to explore his submissive pain side. Not all men seem created equally. Some deserve to get all the pussy they want whenever they want. Other men seem to exist for cock and ball torture sex.

As Stephen aged, his dick started to work less. But that happens. Age is our worst enemy. Almost everything becomes more difficult as we age, including orgasms. Stephen wanted to play doctor with me. So, I got out a sounding device, dipped it in Ben Gay and rammed it down his pee hole as I used his balls for stress release. Although I could see tears in his eyes from the pain, he kept an erection. And that’s telling. It tells me a man enjoys the pain I’m inflicting on his junk.

Honestly, medical fetish scenarios turn me on. Mainly because I think about revenge on the men who abused me in my youth like my own father. Cock and ball torture seems like perfect revenge for sexual predators. And with the sounding device deep down in his pee hole, I kicked his balls repeatedly in my stiletto heels. The fucker started to piss all over the floor and showed no remorse or embarrassment for it either. So, I did something rather unexpected.

Medical Fetish Fantasies Often Involve Extreme Cock and Ball Torture

I keep a poker with the letter C on it. It looks like the sort of thing farmers use to brand their sheep and cattle. I use it to brand a man’s balls. Essentially castrating the man. Maybe not literally but figuratively. If it man wants to have sex with a woman, he’s got to explain why there is a C branded on his balls. I left that sounding device in his urethra while I branded his balls with my initial.

His cock stayed hard the entire time. Stephen did not lie to me when he told me he’s a pain slut. But I may have kicked it up a notch when I branded his balls. He should feel lucky I didn’t turn this CBT session into a snuff porn. But I was not mad at Stephen. He did nothing but beg for some cock and ball and medical torture. However, I started thinking about my past and branding all those men who abused me in my youth. I got so carried away that I almost castrated Stephen. You leave that poker on the flesh too long and you eat right through the skin.

He tipped me a large sum for leaving my initial on his balls. Essentially, I made him my slave for life. And ruined his chances of experiencing a normal orgasm or relationship ever again. I extract cum from your balls, one way or another.

Sadistic Phone Sex is Not What James Planned for Our Reunion

sadistic phone sexSadistic phone sex revenge feels so sweet. Sometimes you wait a lifetime for that revenge, but it feels so satisfying. James has been locked in my dungeon cage for a few days now. He waited in total darkness, naked, wondering what he did to deserve this sort of treatment. According to him, he apologized for breaking my heart. But a simple apology does not suffice for breaking my heart, James.

I opened the dungeon door, the light shined behind me, illuminating my body. And I thought about how my life would’ve been different if James admitted his love for me earlier. My pet seemed a little cramped in his cage. Good. He deserves to be a little uncomfortable. But I opened his cage. And I put a chain around his collar so he wouldn’t try to run away.

We walked upstairs and I let him use the restroom. I made a big spread for breakfast and told him that I’m not quite the monster he thinks. I will keep him fed and clean. But I also told him to make no mistake that I would kill him if he tried to escape. James killed the romantic woman in me many years ago.

He appeared weak, so I made sure that he got plenty of food. And I could tell he seemed hesitant to eat the food because he thought I poisoned him again. I told him no need to be suspicious. But he would need energy to survive a busy day worshiping me. I planned on cramming in 30 years of pussy worshiping in one day. James laughed like he thought I might be kidding. Not a chance. The woman he fell in love with no longer existed.

Forty Years is a Long Time to Prepare for Revenge

Again, he begged for forgiveness. Just words. He looked at me with puppy dog eyes, but I knew he could see the fire in my eyes. He tried to claim he always loved me, but all he ever did was turn my love for him into something tawdry. Back then he just wanted to fuck me. He crawled to my feet and started running his fingers up my calves, but I smacked his hand away. He touches me when I tell him he can touch me. I yanked his chain and forced him to stand up.

And I escorted him to my living room. I know he feared I would turn him into a snuff porn star. But I had other plans for him. I ordered him to lie on the floor. Then I lifted my nightgown and sat on his face. “Now you can touch my legs slave,” I told him.

He owes me 40 years of sexual pleasure. As I lowered my pussy on his face, I felt his hands caressing my legs, moving up to spread my thighs and plunge his tongue eagerly into my love garden. He started to roam his tongue up and down my garden. And then I started to grind on his face. Tilted my pelvis, back-and-forth brushing my pussy all over his face.

I would pull myself up and look at glistening face every few minutes. My dream of revenge finally came to fruition. I could feel his hands trembling as they caressed my legs and my hips. Good boy, I told him as he hungrily licked my clit. I began to bounce up and down his cock. And I could feel the blood rushing my clit.

James Now Resides in a Large Dog Cage in My Dungeon

I reached my hands down to his testicles and gave the family jewels a good hard squeeze. He started to yell, but I told him he had better keep licking. And I pumped his balls in rhythmic fashion until he started to lick my pussy faster. A little cock and ball torture helps train a slave like James.

As he started to lick faster, I started to squeeze faster and harder. He wrapped his lips around my little cherry, swirling his tongue back-and-forth until my witness dripped on his chin. I could feel myself starting to cream on his face. And he just started licking faster until my entire body shook. All I could do was put my entire weight down on his face and grind harder.

My thighs squeezed his head as I rocked back-and-forth until I orgasm all over his face. My juices flowed like a burst damn all over his tongue and face. And of course, I ordered him to lick it all up. I told him if he still wanted to make me cum 40 years later, he better lick like his life depended on it. Because it did. The moment James can no longer make me orgasm is the moment he takes his last breath.

I Turned James into My Human Sized Dildo

As I came on his face, I noticed his erect cock, so I smacked it. And I smacked it hard too, but he stayed erect as my juices flooded his face. Something in him changed when he made me cum. And I think he suddenly realized it’s not that bad being my slave. I turned him into a human dildo. And I made sure he knew I owned him for life. I squeezed his balls again and decided he needed to make me orgasm again. Of course, squeezing a man’s balls means you control the narrative. And James finally realized I was in control.

My husband never eats pussy, but James seems like a natural. He wanted my juices cascading all over his face again. He finally got his woman, but he got her on my terms, not his. Begged to be my romantic partner, but he killed the romance in me 40 years ago. Even though Air Supply played in the background, I continued to deprive him of oxygen with my cunt. And I could feel my sticky juices begin to flow again.

And I unleashed a second floodgate on his face. He trapped my kitty by holding me down on his face as he swirled around my clit making me explode again like a nuclear bomb. So, I started to rock back-and-forth with more force and squeeze the side of his head until I came. He started calling me mistress and professing his love for me as I climaxed on his face, turning him into a glazed doughnut of love.

Heartbreak Can Turn a Woman’s Heart to Stone

He could barely breathe as my juices covered his face. I collapsed on top of his head. That cock still looked erect. He could’ve been my romantic partner so many years ago. But when you snooze you lose. He told me he wanted me forever. That he wanted to be my willing slave. But all I could think about was revenge and cock and ball torture sex. I dug my long fingernails into his balls and watched him jerk his body from the pain. I found myself getting drunk on his pain, so I dug them in deeper.

So, I hovered my pussy over his cock as I continued to squeeze his balls. And then I teased my own pussy lips with his erect soldier. When he grabbed my tits, I slapped his dick some more. I suddenly realized James likes a little bit of pain. Maybe he became a masochist from beating himself up for letting me go. I became a sadist once I realized James would never be mine.

His hands began to roam my body. And I just started squeezing the head of his dick as I shoved it up my cunt. He watched his cock disappeared into my womanhood. My juices began to cascade down his shaft. I reached my hand behind my back so I could squeeze his balls some more. The harder I squeezed the more pleasure James felt.

And I started to move faster up his shaft while letting his hands play with my tits. His love stick would glisten with my love juice. But I did not make love to James. I fucked James. On my terms. I used James as my human dildo.

Every Woman Plots Revenge Against the Men Who Wronged Them

When he felt my legs trembling, he knew that I would cum again quickly. And I moaned from the pleasure. His cock belongs to me as well as his body. I started convulsing on his cock as I took sexual pleasure from him. And I think I came 4 times and he had not cum once yet. Seemed fair.

The more I squeezed his testicles the wetter my cunt felt. James knew we were not making love. We were force fucking. I had him tied up on my living room floor, using him for my pleasure. I could feel his cock growing super hard inside of me. And I could even see it slip in and out of my wet pussy. It started to turn colors, blue and purple as his excitement grew. With my hands still on his balls, I knew they wanted to burst.

He found me on LinkedIn and that gave him hope. Hope that I exploited and took advantage of. He fell into my web. I knew he’d come looking for me one day. But I hoped it could have been sooner. James will grow to need my sexy body and my cold heart. He’s nothing more now than my human sex toy.

I came again with such intensity that I rolled over onto the floor. I gushed like a geyser all over his soldier. He begged to cum. But my pussy would not be his cum dumpster. I let him stroke his cock, but then I changed my mind. He did not deserve a fulfilling orgasm. No man breaks my heart and enjoys pleasurable orgasms.

No Slave Gets to Enjoy a Pleasurable Orgasm

So, I milked his prostate. I slid my finger into his ass while squeezing his nuts. And I found that magic spot because his cock leaked like a broken faucet. I mixed pleasure and pain as I forced the cum out of him. And I pumped his testicles like stress balls. I could feel his body shake as I forced the man juice out of his dick. He came with such intensity that I thought his cum might land on the ceiling instead of his stomach.

I rubbed some into his chest as he panted hard. Then I licked it off my fingers. A few more squeezes to the head of his soldier, and then I returned him to his cage. But I let him clean that jizz off his chest, use the restroom and grab a snack beforehand.

When he emerged from the bathroom, he kissed my feet. I made him a grilled cheese sandwich and some soup. And I told him to stay fed and hydrated to keep up with me. This is his life now. In a cage, in my basement, only being brought up when I feel horny. James is here to worship me for eternity now. And he will devote the rest of his life to taking care of my needs.

Back in his cage, he went. I knew I would be back later to use my human dildo again. I put a big padlock on the cage and tucked the key into my bra. I laughed sadistically, knowing he would never return home. I think I broke him. And I think he’s ready for a life of servitude to the woman he crushed 40 some years ago. It’s never too late to extract revenge.

Castration Phone Sex is a Level of Pain Most Men Cannot Comprehend

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is my specialty. I received the nickname the wicked butcher over a decade ago. Although most men, I castrate for free, some actually pay me. Can you imagine how pathetic a man must be to pay a woman to mutilate his balls. So, I take their money and leave them without their testicles every time. Most men don’t even realize they should not have their balls in the first place.

Sam begged me to take his balls. A young guy too. Usually, the men who want me to castrate them seem much older. Mostly P men who know they will eventually get caught and murdered in prison. But they seem too weak to do it themselves. Sam does not like little girls or little boys. However, he does enjoy pain. He hired me for extreme cock and ball torture sex.

Some rich tech, bro guy. Any he visited me this weekend so I could remove his testicles. But I did more than remove his nut sack. I used a sounding device with icy hot in his urethra which made him scream for mercy before the party started. However, we already agreed ahead of time that no matter how much he paid for mercy I would give him none.

The Pain I Bring is Beyond Most Men’s Comprehension

Just a rich weakling. He thought I might go the chemical castration route. No fun in that. I used a scalpel to remove his testicles. And I removed the skin too. Gave him an extra layer of pain he never experienced before. I take my job as a wicked butcher seriously. And if a man pays me to castrate him or mutilate his junk, I do it in the most painful way imaginable. Be careful what you ask for, men.

For a pain slut, he kept passing out. Between his screams and his tears, I found myself wanting to kill him. And I could’ve. He paid me in advance. I always make them pay upfront because I can’t necessarily get money out of a corpse. So, sometimes I do end up killing these losers. But Sam just wanted to explore his medical fetish phone sex fantasies. I mutilated his junk. And that includes skinning his testicles before removing them. Sometimes men need to be careful about what they asked for. As a wicked butcher, I bring pain beyond most men’s comprehension.

Mutilation phone sex-I’ll make the fuck holes, you fuck them

Mutilation phone sexMutilation phone sex has been prepped for you, Sir. I got the right bitch, she thought her shit didn’t stink, but I made sure she smelled it.

I stuck so many holes in her just like you asked. Poor girl missed her bus, but thought she found a new friend in me. I buttered her up until the point I had her shackled.

She’s young, dumb, and ready for your cum!

The little bitch was eating out of my hand when I gave her a basic amount of attention. However, when I told her about how she would get a Mommy and Daddy to love her forever, she willingly got naked and let me chain her up.

While I was waiting for your arrival, I was making all kinds of fuck holes. I think it will get me really wet when I guide your cock in her rib cage. The dumb little cunt will cry out for Mommy, and I’ll make her gag on your bloody cock. The dumb little bitch will learn to love the flavor of it. I stabbed her enough to think she could still make it out of here. So, I want you to give her a Torture sex beating of a lifetime!

Your cock looks so good covered in gore. Mommy is gonna suck it off and put it in a new fuck hole. The tightest hole I’ve made. Right at the bottom of the neck. I’ll slam your cock in it and finger my pussy until you fuck that bitch’s head off.

Domination Phone Sex Puts Manosphere Losers in Their Place Promptly

domination phone sexI enjoy domination phone sex. But I think any woman would. At the club, I met Peter. And I think he might be the most misogynistic man I’ve ever met. He’s one of those manosphere guys. But I found him to be full of contradictions. I mean, if you believe women belong at home and not in the workforce then why are you contributing to women working. He spent hundreds of dollars on strippers. No big spender, but he still contributed to our financial independence.

And we strippers have no plans to stay at home and cook and clean for a man. Most of us work because of a man. For me, my abusive piece of shit daddy forced me to drop out of school and become a teen runaway. The adult industry allowed me to make a decent living without a college education.

And women work here to support themselves after bad breakups or divorces. Single moms who want to feed their little ones. Women who trusted their man with their finances. Hell, we’ve got some girls working here supporting deadbeat men in their lives. Although I always convince the girls to eventually leave those deadbeat men so they can benefit from their hard work.

Peter wanted me in the VIP room. And I did worry about him wanting to explore his rape phone sex fantasies. He’s clearly the type who thinks women exist for his pleasure. Although he did not try to assault me, he did try to degrade me. He called me a whore and went off on some tangent about what sluts need. He paid money to spew his misogynistic world view. So, I used my stiletto heels to kick him repeatedly in the family jewels. What a fucking loser.

Manosphere Losers Never Last Long in My Presence

And a loser who tried to call security for help. Security is not going to help him. They exist to protect the girls, not the patrons. I recorded, without his knowledge, his fucking tirade about women. I planned on getting him banned from the club and every other club in town, but not before I administered some severe cock and ball torture. Men like Peter think with their cocks not with their pea size brains. And I genuinely feel sorry for any woman who encounters a man like Peter because we all know their dicks must be smaller than those tiny little brains.

So, the bouncer arrived because he heard Peter screaming like a little bitch. And without missing a beat, he pinned Peter to the ground so I could kick him in the balls repeatedly. I undid his belt buckle, pulled down his jeans and yanked off his boxers. Then, I laughed my ass off when I saw his tiny dick. I told him the truth. Women don’t fuck you because of your tiny dick and your tiny mind. And it felt good to trample his cock and balls in my stilettos.

I mutilated his junk. And he’s lucky I didn’t castrate him instead of just giving him cock and ball torture sex. But I might’ve busted a nut. He crawled out of the club. The fucking manosphere loser got what he deserved. In fact, I went gently on him. If I ever run into this loser again, he will lose his balls. And I wish I had castrated him. Fucking assholes like him don’t deserve to procreate or spread their misogynistic hate. I think I showed Peter who is the real boss though. And I’ll show any man like him too.