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Knife Play Phone Sex Neuters Men Like You

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex callers usually see my big knife and want me to castrate them. Any man who begs to have his balls chopped off, gets it. This sadistic bitch loves to neuter losers and predators. Sure, I do kill a lot of folks, but sometimes I think it is better to live your life with a constant reminder of what you did or who you were. Men seem to have an unnatural attachment to their balls anyway. They let their dick do their thinking.

Any man I discover preying on my fellow Goth girls, I castrate. And any loser who begs me or pays me to castrate him, gets it too. Some men know that their dicks get them in trouble. And some men understand that no woman wants their useless little nub. No woman, especially not me. David found me on the dark web. He paid me for castration phone sex because his little shrimp dick does not please anyone.

Self-aware men used to be far and few between. However, now thanks to Internet porn, men see how they never will measure up. This poor loser had a dick smaller than my thumb. I considered chopping it off too, but opted not to make him piss through a tube for the rest of his life. See? I am not so bad after all.

I Love to Inflict Extreme Cock and Ball Torture

My castration chair serves my purpose well. It’s an old death row chair where over ten men died. Perhaps you could say I repurposed it. It is an upcycled castration chair now. The hole I made in the wood plank I affixed to the middle of the chair separates the cock from the balls easily. A castration band numbs the balls. If you leave the band on long enough the lack of oxygen will necrotize the balls. And eventually they turn black and fall off. The band dulls the pain. So, where is the fun in that?

I get off on extreme cock and ball torture sex. So, I used my favorite knife to remove his little worthless sack. He bled, but they all do. And I let him bleed for a few minutes before I cauterized the wound. Where is the fun if you do not suffer a little.

Accomplice phone sex with me gets you all the little kitties

Accomplice phone sex means you get a helping hand from an evil hot slut. I have no limits and give zero shits. I want to be a devil, inflicting pain and suffering as much as possible. The air is thick with tension, I’m lost in my thoughts, and I can’t shake this wicked feeling, I need to find you some sweet little sluts.Accomplice phone sex

I’ll give you all the little kitties you could ever want. We’ll stretch open their little holes and those little sluts will not get any mercy. What are your favorite kinds of little slaves? Do you like’em blonde with blue eyes? Or maybe you would love a little jungle bunny to sit on your big dick with her bald black pussy? We sure can make some nasty Ass rape porn with their spoiled little twats

I’ll be your partner in crime, we’ll explore every taboo, every forbidden desire. I’ll be your guide your cock into those tiny little holes just like the way you dreamed of. As we delve deeper into our twisted fantasies, I can feel myself losing control. The darkness that once felt like a shadow on the edge of my consciousness has taken over, and I am consumed by it. It feels so good to be overtaken by evil impulses.

But I don’t fight it. Instead, I embrace it. Just like I make those little kitties embrace your cock. I let the darkness take control and make those little cunts suffer for your cock. I give myself over to the evil lurking inside me for so long. We push the boundaries of what is acceptable, what is expected, and what is right.  What is right for me, will always be very good for you!

Cock and Ball Torture Sex Brings Me Pleasure

torture sexCock and ball torture sex is something that brings me so much pleasure. Perhaps you can say I am making this world better for women by neutering tiny dick losers, predators and abusers. Men falsely believe that their dicks are an entitlement. Cocks are a privilege. And I like to revoke privileges. Sometimes I do it for free. Sometimes I do it for a fee.

I always charge men more than I do women. Although I do not have girlfriends and I do not adhere to female bonding, some men I would not wish on my worst enemy. And Trevor appeared to be one such guy. He preys on Goth girls. He might not be a sexual predator; however, he is an asshole with a tiny dick. And I did not know about the tiny dick, until I had him strapped to my castration chair.

I got wind of the fact that this man would frequent Goth bars to look for women to date and use for their money. He dated this one girl that I know from the Goth bar scene and drained her bank accounts dry. Plus, he stole some vintage jewelry from her too. Word got around, and this sadistic phone sex bitch decided on payback. Not because I like this girl or even feel any solidarity with her. However, if his actions have no consequences, he will keep preying on Goth girls.

Men Need to Realize That Their Balls are a Privilege. And I Can Revoke Those Privileges Anytime I Want

I set him up. Made him think I wanted to date him and fuck him. Silly boy. Stupid too. I invited him over to my house last night. Spiked his drink. And when he woke up, he found himself naked and bound to my castration chair. Years ago, I inherited this old electrocution chair from the prison my grandfather ran. And I repurposed it. A plank extends from the middle of the chair. When my victim woke up, he found his cock and balls separated on this plank. His cock strapped to the plank, with his balls hanging down below through a hole in the piece of board.

He also discovered that I bound his wrists, head and ankles to the chair. And I placed a castration band called an elastrator on his testicles. It cuts the circulation from the balls. When this happens, the balls turn gangrene quickly. And that makes for easier removal with less blood loss. Although I did not want him to die from castration phone sex, I did want him to suffer. And I wanted him to live with the constant reminder of his actions.

Every action had a reaction. Men need to own up to their actions and suffer the consequences. And when they refuse to admit any wrong doing, I remove their balls so they will never prey on another woman again, especially not a Goth babe.

Snuff Phone Sex Because I’m Not Someone You Want to Mess With Ever

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex, I do best. The gfe thing, I never do. Perhaps you could call me a black widow. I do not marry men to kill them for their money. However, I will kill a man for not listening to my verbal warnings to get lost or stop calling me baby. Most men see the look in my eyes and know I am not messing around. But some men just do not listen. Not my fault.

Last night, I went to my neighborhood Goth bar because I wanted a drink. Although I do not socialize in that bar, I know most of the regulars and they know me. The bartenders all know me, and what I like to drink. But everyone there also knows I am a loner. And I prefer it that way.

A guy came up to the bar, sat next to me and told the bartender to put my drinks on his tab. He was not a Goth boy or a Steampunk guy either. More like some suit and tie nerd. Even the bartender told him he best move along. But the nerd did not take the hint. So, I looked him right in the eye and said unless you leave now, I will give you free castration phone sex.

He laughed like he thought I might be joking. So, I showed him my knife. But only one. When I go out, I usually have about 5 strapped to my body. The fucking idiot challenged me with, “I’d like you to try, bitch.”

Men Need to Pay Attention to My Body Language and My Words

The bartender looked at the guy with shock on her face and told him he better run now. Even though I don’t do not socialize at this bar or any bar, everyone there has my back. In that place, I can get away with murder and mutilation. And I have many times. So, when this idiot did not heed the bartender’s warning, I unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock and prepared to chop his dick off in the bar.

This idiot thought I changed my mind and wanted to jack him off. Stupidity deserves extreme cock and ball torture sex. So, I sliced his entire dick off and watched the expression of confidence change to one of horror. He passed out. While he was down, I cauterized the wound to slow the bleeding. Other bar regulars helped me take him out of the bar and into his car.

 We drove his car to a park miles away to put him in the front seat. This way he would think he drove himself there. Oh, I drugged his beer.  But it did not kick in until after I severed his cock. I planned it that way. And as a final touch, I put his dick on the dashboard. If anyone finds him soon enough, they can likely sow it back on. He will not remember he was at the bar or how he lost his dick. But he will never come on to another woman again.

Torture sex is so fucking awesome for you , me or a victim we choose

Torture sexTorture sex is so fucking awesome. It doesn’t matter if it is for me or a nice little fuck slut we have found to hurt real bad. As you will see, I can be a very good accomplice, but i want some pain in my ass and pussy occasionally.

I love those weird bloody snuff horror flicks and have great ideas for making pain last for her and me. And on the reverse UNO card I can give you pain and torture in your balls, cock, and all over your body. People think because I am small that I can’t do a whole lot of damage, but ha you will soon see! 

Torture sex is so fucking awesome for you , me or a victim we choose

Give me a small one and or your wife and see how much pain I cause! Your cock will so enjoy every bloody step of me snuffing out something for you! And if you’re feeling really guilty for your sins, I can put you on my medical table and start dissecting you from your balls up!

I’ll make sure to inflict the most excruciating pain imaginable, leaving you begging for mercy. Your screams will be music to my ears as I revel in your agony. Let’s see how much torment you can endure before you break.

Chained, tortured, lifted in the air for a clean shaven pussy

Knife play phone sex

My leg’s spread wide open, you’re cussing me out, telling me “what a bad bitch” I am while holding your knives. Scars covered my little body all the way down to my cut up, tight cunt from your constant abuse.

Didn’t shave, so I gotta pay. Genital stubs, my puffy muff looked at under a light, your face turning red. Thrown on the torture table you chained me up. My chained legs lifted into the air in your sick fucking medical examination room. Your knife, slowly running down my tight snatch lips, sharpened for this fucked plan you had for me.

With a six blade razor you shave me, I’m shaking in fear but dripping wet, turned on as your fingers reach far deep up my smooth, silky snatch and asshole, swirling around, cleaning cum and feces with your rubber gloves on,  you lift my lip for that close cut in my dark spots. Juicy jizzy pre cum dripping down to my asshole onto the paper you had me lay on to collect every hair, every drop of various fluids.

Unable to move, you push on me, swinging me, with your finger still deep in both holes, smashing at rapid speeds for that sweet squirt.

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!