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What master wants master gets, do you have the bigger balls?

Taboo phone sex

When I’m getting brutally beaten I always think back to the time when my mom would pimp me out. I met so many fucks, from druggies to creeps, my mom kept me busy. That’s why I love torture so much today. Y’all call and ask, “is this ok”? Honey you don’t even need to ask, I just need to see action like my sick fuck, in the head crazy, master. You can talk all that mean evil sadistic talk but can you walk that walk?

Master’s been my sugar devil daddy for a long time now. Chained and choked on the daily. This seems to be his regular, keeping me submissive thing. Sick fuck tying me up by my ankles and neck. He always loves to tie my hands behind my back. Don’t get me wrong boo, I get turned on too. The rage and red in his face makes my tight little pussy race.

I’m master’s property, I’m his bondage bitch…

“Did you shave like I asked you to Belle?” I open my legs and let you inspect. My weight, make up, hair and body gotta be in check otherwise it’s a beatdown bloody mess. Master broke me in when I was so young and barely legal. He’s got a deep dick control on me, more then other any fuck that’s raged on me in the past.

He uses chains, outfits, roleplay and mechanics. Even devil dr., putting my feet in stirrups and aborting our sick fuck whore slut baby. He doesn’t give a fuck and takes any chance, even if that means that my slut life is in danger. There’s no boundaries with him until I’m left raw red and bleeding. Cum call me and tell me you can rip me the fuck up too. Master’s always willing to share, just as long as he can watch film even clamp my tits. He wants to remind me during the whole experience that he’s the alfa and I’m the slave.

Fantasy phone sex

Taking advantage of my teeny tiny kitty is what I need. Vanilla and general fucking don’t make me moist until you choke me, drug me, make me fearful. I love getting knocked the fuck out to the point I cum crawling for more. Mommy stood proud as I reached up for her hand, “mommy make him stop” before I learned how to get rammed.

My ass is master’s stomping ground, but it could be yours if you got it in you? 

Master’s a sick fuck. Putting me on my stomach or bending me over. Sticking his cock in my ass then throating me on the daily too. Ass to mouth or bunghole gaping I love it all and it could be yours to abuse too. I’ve been widened since I was a young one. If there’s not a finger up my ass while my sloppy snatch is getting torn, then that’s not savage humiliation fucking. My pretty pussy prefers the pain. Let me be your anger and rage come back get it out sick fuck gain. 

Castration Phone Sex is What I Do Best

castration phone sexCastration phone sex I do best. So many men do not deserve their nuts. Let me reiterate, something gentleman, your balls are a privilege not an entitlement. And I only consider you a man if you sport a big cock and big nuts. So many men run around with big dick energy, with only a little knob between their legs.

Men like that I loathe. Over the weekend, a dip shit ran into the back of my car because he decided to look at his phone instead of the car ahead of him. And he missed the stoplight. But instead of apologizing or even asking me if I felt OK after he rammed me from behind, he went off on me. He did not appreciate my sarcasm. But I match energies. You act like a dick, and I will act like a bitch.

But I have experience with men like him. And I refused to succumb to his bullying. When the cops arrived, they forced him to give me his address so we could work out the insurance stuff amongst ourselves. However, the cop issued him a ticket for distracted driving causing an accident at a stoplight. So, I began plotting my revenge.

Men with Big Dick Energy Rarely Have Big Dicks

And two days later, he received the worst cock and ball torture sex of his life. Not only did I deflate his worthless balls, but I cut them off too. Although I wanted to kill him, I decided a life without balls would be better punishment. Every day he goes to piss, he will be reminded that his piss poor behavior resulted in the loss of his ball privileges.

Oh, did I make it hurt. I squeezed his balls making sure to dig my long nails into his flesh. Then I put hat pins through his ball sack and used a sounding device on his worthless dick. When I sliced off his balls, I joked that at least now his cock looked bigger.

Of course, his cock measured 3 inches. Most men with that big dick energy overcompensate for something. I made a bloody mess of his bed. You would be surprised how much a man bleeds when you slice off a testicle. But I sliced off two testicles. He didn’t deserve to have two or even one. I wanted him to feel the pain and the loss of his manhood.

Men Can Live without Testicles

I did not fear he would go to the police. Most men will never report this sort of thing for fear of embarrassment. Plus, I did my research. I compiled a long list of women willing to come forward and accuse him of force fucking them in various stages of too drunk to consent. All those women would testify against him in a heartbeat if he went to the police.

And I have connections everywhere. So, I told him if he ended up in prison, I would make sure men anally tortured him daily. Little bitch boys like him do not survive in prison for long. But he can survive without his balls.

So, he could choose to live without his balls and never go to the police or live without his balls and be black men’s ass rape porn star daily for years in prison. He chose wisely. I gave him a neat castration which felt like more than he deserved. But he will never fuck another woman. He will never masturbate again or procreate either. And he no longer sports big dick energy because I took the wind out of his sails quite literally.

Medical Fetish Phone Sex Pro takes advantage of you while asleep!

Medical Fetish Phone Sex

 

Medical Fetish Phone Sex Slut is going to put you under anesthesia and take advantage of your cock. 

It’s just about surgery time, and once you are out cold, I am going to unzip your pants and start jerking your cock off until you are hard. 

Even when you are asleep, your dick knows exactly what to do. I can feel it getting harder and harder in my hands, pre-cum dripping out in between my fingers. 

Now I can jump on your lap and start riding your cock fast and raw. You will have no idea by the time the surgery is done that you came all inside me.

It’s still dripping down my leg under my nurse’s uniform.

 

 

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Domination Phone Sex Involves Cock and Ball Torture with Me

domination phone sexSo many men seek domination phone sex. And I can be a bad ass dominatrix on the phone and in the club and even in my personal life too. In fact, I love being a bad ass and I love inflicting cock and ball torture, especially when a man pays for it.

One of my regulars at the strip club, I consider a paint slut. This man pierced his nipples, his ball sack, and even gave himself a Prince Albert in the can. But when he first came in the club, we did Mickey Mouse shit like spanking and flogging. I would sit on his face and smother him with my ass also. But he needed to up his kink, so we began some cock and ball torture. And now he brings his own little pain kit when he rents the VIP room for us.

But no better men to me than rich submissive pain sluts. Men like that will let me get away with murder. Or at least get away with cock and ball torture sex. I used his belt to strap him to a chair in the VIP room. And I used handcuffs around his ankles to keep him in that chair.

He brought a sounding device. And I love those. So, for shits and giggles, I lubed up the sounding device with some icy hot. That made it burn as I pushed the device down his pee hole. With my other hand, I squeezed his balls hard, twisting them too. My long red fingernails dug into the base of his balls. I literally held him by the balls, and I could’ve castrated him with a hard enough twist.

Cock and Ball Torture Happens Any Where Even in the Club

But instead, I kicked him in the balls with my stiletto heels while that sounding device crammed down his pee hole still. Fucking loser I told him. I reached into his pocket, pulled out his wallet and took all his money. And I made sure to tell him the only thing he brings to my table is his money. I would never fuck that small dick loser. I’ve seen bigger dicks on a GI Joe doll.

About halfway through our session, I took him off the chair so I could stomp on his dick with the sounding device inside of it. I knew that would really hurt and I wanted it to really hurt. He didn’t pay me enough to be in the presence of his loser ass. I probably gave him some of my best taboo phone sex moves.

And I left a mark on his balls.  I left his cock sore enough that he won’t piss right for days maybe even weeks. And I took all his money. The only thing a pain slut like him brings to my table like I said is his money. But if you’re such a loser that you pay for cock and ball torture, I will inflict that pain, take your money, and giggle all the way to the bank.

Castration Phone Sex Equals a Christmas with No Jingle Bells

castration phone sexDo you need castration phone sex for Christmas? Let me ask you something. Do you deserve your balls because so many men don’t. And for myriad reasons too. Some men don’t deserve their testicles because they cannot use their dicks for good. They spike women’s drinks and they sexually assault women when they tell them no. Predators like that do not deserve their balls.

Some guys just let all that testosterone make them an asshole. They think somehow their dick entitles them to say, do and act anyway they want. Nope. Men like that do not deserve to keep their testicles either.

But the biggest offense I find is sporting a tiny dick. If you’re all potatoes with no meat, will you really notice that your balls are gone anyway. In fact, it might make your tiny dick look even bigger. Not that it will help because you won’t get fucked without the potatoes but at least then you can say you sport a clit instead of a dick.

Believe it or not many men seek out my assistance for cock and ball torture sex. They want to castrate themselves, but they lack the strength to do it. And I get it. Inflicting pain on yourself most people struggle with. So why struggle when a statistic bitch like me can remove your junk for free. Or at a cost. Likely I give more free castrations than I do paid ones, but I never turn down a man willing to pay me to do something that needs to be done anyway.

Lets Remove Your Jingle Bells This Christmas

Tim found my ad on the darknet and sent me a text on my burner phone. Told me all about his tiny dick and his inability to bring pleasure to any woman. He wants to live his life as a sissy or even a woman, but he needs his big hairy balls removed.

I understood the assignment. And I told him my fee would be $5000, and he sent me the money immediately. Although I prefer cash I do take Venmo. He put merry Christmas in the memo with a pair of jingle bells and I burst out laughing. He would ring in the new year with no jingle bells.

So, I castrated him last night. Tied him down to my castration chair, which is an old death row chair that I repurposed. Because he paid me and he did not try to cancel our agreement, I made it quick and as painless as possible. And I cauterized the wound immediately. He did bleed. And he did pass out from the pain.

But I immediately cauterized the wound so he would not bleed out. Immediately it looked better. For somebody with such a tiny dick, his balls looked like church bells. Now he just sports a clit stick. He got what he wanted for Christmas. No jingle bells. No more erections. And no more disappointing women. So, would you like to ring in the new year without balls too? Make it a taboo phone sex holiday.

Taboo Phone Sex Mommies Get Desperate for Coke Around the Holidays

taboo phone sexA taboo phone sex druggie mommy experiences the holidays a bit differently than the typical soccer mom. By that I mean I need a hustle to make my Christmas coke money. My sons will be off school for three weeks. And they will invite a lot of friends over too. So, I will always have bonus boys around, and if I’m lucky, a few bonus girls to play with too. But mommy needs to hustle if she wants to play. I hustle for the money to buy cocaine to keep up with teenagers.

So, I got creative. I decided that I needed a lot more cocaine money than usual. My idea of a white Christmas involves a lot of cocaine. So, I made up these sexy Christmas cards and sent them to a few men who I worked with in the past making underground films. I let them all know I could be available for their snuff movies or whatever movies they wanted to make with a redheaded soccer mom.

And my Christmas card idea paid off. I received texts from every guy I sent one too. Now, I know that means mommy will take a beating, but the payoff will outweigh the pain. Up first, Tommy who I consider a sadistic fuck because he enjoys torturing women on film. He never intentionally kills a woman, but he makes her feel like she wished she was dead. But he pays well. And he aligned with my mission to score as much money or coke as possible.

I am on a Mission to Get Coke for Christmas

I showed up Saturday to his warehouse. And I saw all the torture devices, and I almost experienced a case of cold feet. But I told myself to stick to the plan because I needed the cocaine money badly. And I didn’t have the money to pay for it. This soccer mom earns the money. And if I play my cards right, I’ll earn a little something extra to spoil my sons with for Christmas.

He put me on a St. John’s cross table on the wall. He burned my nipples. And he whipped me mercilessly until he drew blood from my flesh. He fucked my pussy with his fist. And then he switched to other objects. And he even put a speculum inside my cunt, cranked it up and squirted Ben Gay inside of me. That became the lubrication for the wine bottle that he fucked me with.

I tried to just put my brain somewhere else and not think about the pain or any potential permanent damage. I’m one tough cookie. I knew I could handle it. And I did. Even if barely, I did survive. But I survived with burn marks on my body, welts and gashes and a few bruises too. I’ll take a day or two to try to recuperate from the torture sex before I move onto the next guy who promised me a lot of money for a hardcore fuck video. If my sons only knew what I do just so I can entertain them properly. You can keep my secret, right.

Sometimes, Mommy Gets Asked to Inflict Cock and Ball Torture Phone Sex

torture phone sexIn a weird turn of events, a man requested torture phone sex from this submissive mommy whore. At first, I hesitated. Not really my wheelhouse to be on the dominant side. But I do have a lot of rage inside of me because some of these tormentors of mine have come close to killing me on more than one occasion. Plus, this guy offered me a lot of money for cock and ball torture.

And with the holidays approaching, I’m going to need a lot more Coke than normal, so I decided to do this. I needed the money so I can keep up with my horny sons and all their friends for the three weeks they will be off school. This man explained a well thought out fantasy phone sex scenario involving cock and ball torture from mommy. With the abuse I’ve taken simply because I am a mommy, I channeled that rage and put it right into his balls.

I tied them up for my safety. Because when my rage comes out, it’s hard to stop me. And I didn’t want him to have second thoughts and turn the tables on me. Since I’m normally the one tied up, I know a few things about tying good knots. I had him strapped down to my living room table with his legs spread. And I took my husband’s cane, and I started smacking his balls with it. However, apparently, he enjoyed the pain. I did not think he’d keep an erection, but he did. So, I started smacking the shit out of that worthless cock too.

Sometimes, I Get to the Dominant One and I Love It

And boy did I enjoy that. I went back-and-forth between that cane and a flyswatter, smacking his balls and his dick. But then I had a brilliant idea. So, I excused myself to my bedroom and I came out wearing stiletto heels. I got on that table, and I stomped on his balls. I channeled one of those Riverdance girls and I did a little jig on his balls in stiletto heels. Oops. I popped a nut. Flattened it. Deflated it. And he still maintained a fucking hard cock.

Personally, I don’t know how you keep an erection during cock and ball torture sex. But he did. And I thought I was a pain slut. This man appears to be a much bigger pain slut than me. But when I busted his other ball, I deflated his cock. I felt like a champion. I don’t think he wanted his balls literally busted but that’s what he got. He still paid me. What kind of loser pays a woman to kick him in the balls? I don’t care. I’ll take that money, bust those balls and laugh all the way to the bank.

Snuff Movies Need Evil Bitches Like Me Behind the Camera

snuff moviesI love watching snuff movies. But often I find myself angry because I can tell they’re fake. I think they provide a little Easter egg suggesting the movie is fake to keep the feds away. No Easter eggs when I make a snuff flick. But the films I make never get mass-produced because I keep them for my viewing pleasure only. Or perhaps like this weekend for somebody else’s pleasure.

Recently, I met a young girl who reminds me of me at that age. She seems dark and demented already. But she requires a little guidance because she lacks impulse control. I’m the perfect teacher for young sadistic bitches like her. My grandpa served as my mentor. And he kept me out of prison. His teachings keep me out of prison still. So now, I pass my knowledge along. I want to help young girls with potential.

She came to me for guidance. Asked me how she could take care of her bully. And I know a thing or two about that. My first victim, the murder my grandpa covered up, was my one and only impulse kill. I stabbed my bully. The girl who made my life hell remains a missing person’s case to this day. No one ever found her body. However, that’s because grandpa put her into the wood chipper like 20 some years ago.

My Eye for Evil Talent is Strong

So, I told her we should make a snuff porn with him and torture him. I took the risk for her and lured the boy away. And it seemed like a cakewalk. Once I got into my dungeon, I tied him to a table. I have an old morgue slab I use as a torture table. Stainless steel wipes away all the blood easily. When this boy saw her, he pissed himself in fear. And that told me he knew he done her wrong. So, I told her he deserved death and to not feel any remorse for her actions. I handed her a knife, and she carved up his dick and his balls without hesitation. She savored every cut.

Perhaps you could say, I possess an eye for evil talent. And she did not really need my guidance. But she needed my help bringing him to my dungeon and disposing of his body properly. I made sure to protect her. In a way I guess you could say I served as her accomplice phone sex partner. I knew she had potential. This teen girl might out kill me. She has a taste for torture now. And I’m only going to help her with that thirst with more kills.

Snuff Phone Sex Never Bores Me

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex never bore me. And I think that’s because I enjoy being a sick bitch. The kind of bitch you don’t want to fuck over. And the kind of bitch you never try to dominate either. I make it very clear in my blocks in my profile that I’m not the kind of woman who Does traditional fuck calls. In fact, I almost never fuck a caller. My sexual gratification comes from torture and murder.

If I am castrating, you or snuffing you, you will never have a chance to fuck me. But then, even when I’m just your accomplice, you don’t have much of a prayer for that either. But let’s be clear here you serve only one of two roles with me. My victim or my accomplice. Although I have no problem with you, beating your worthless meat don’t expect me to give you head or let you anywhere near my pussy. Unless of course, I’m smothering you to death you see my pussy as a suffocation device.

Yet every damn day I need to kill my accomplice because he does not listen to my rules. Why is it that man have such an inability to retain information. Do they think this is just an act and that I don’t really mean it when I explain the rules of accomplice phone sex to them. Personally, I think men just think with their dicks, which is another argument for why they shouldn’t have them. I figure if you don’t listen to what I have to say you’re not gonna listen to any woman. So I might as well put you out of our misery early on.

Men Should Never Think with Their Cocks with Me

Richard found out that I meant business recently. He didn’t read the fine print of our agreement even though I verbally went over it on the phone with him. When we met, he told me the girl he wanted assistance and kidnapping and torturing. Seems like a simple gig. And it would’ve been a simple gig if Richard had not let his hormones get in the way. Suddenly, he decided he didn’t want to pay me the money and he wanted to fuck me instead. And when I told him absolutely not if he was the last man on earth, he tried to force himself on me. When were these idiots ever learn.

Once his cock made an appearance, so did the knife that I keep strapped to my inner thigh. Without missing a beat, I sliced his cock off with such force. It flew across the room and landed and the dog bowl. I gave my hound from hell a nice treat. Sure I could’ve taken his balls to the complete castration phone sex, but he’ll never fuck so I didn’t really see the purpose of taking his balls too. The man no longer has cock. And they’re not gonna find this dick in a field somewhere to reattach. My dog shit his cock out this morning.

You are My Accomplice or My Victim, But Never My Lover

Has rich late curled up in a ball in his own blood and vomit. I kicked him a few times to make it hurt even more. Then I spit on him. And I reminded him this was all his doing. I gave him clear cut rules for a partnership and he chose to One neglect those rules and two try to not pay me. Also he’s lucky he’s still breathing. And trust me, I thought about killing him because I’ve certainly killed men for less. But when it comes to castration and cock mutilation, I like them to live with the constant reminder That their stupidity has long lasting consequences.

So tell me, loser. Will you follow my instructions and agree to my rules while you lose your cock and maybe your balls too?

Knife Play Phone Sex is the Best Way to Lose Your Balls

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex earns me a decent income. You might be surprised at how many men fantasize about me either castrating them or killing them with a big knife. And sometimes men even hire me to torture them. I meet them on the dark net, and they pay me to kill them. Although men like that appear rare. More men pay for torture than snuff.  I take their money either way. No returns. No regrets.

On Wednesday of last week, a man paid me to castrate him. Not kill him. Just take his balls to stop his urges for little girls. I mean, if he ever got arrested the court might order a chemical castration anyway. His addiction, according to him, becomes stronger every day and it’s becoming harder to deny his cock what it really wants. Can you relate to that? And I get it. Those little girls look hotter every day. I see schoolgirls who look like they might already be coeds. I see most of those little tramps as cock teasers anyway.

If you pay me for cock and ball torture sex, I plan to give it to you. Take your money and leave you with no testicles bleeding in your bedroom or wherever we do the castration. Hank wanted castrated in this seedy little no tell motel. I’ve done far worse things in that motel than castrate a man. So, I met Hank in room 207. I brought my knives and everything I would need to seal up the wound once I removed his balls. And I even brought a ball gag to stifle his screams. Not even the biggest pain slut can handle castration without a scream.

Some Men Hire Me to Snuff Them, But Most Hire Me to Castrate Them

I used a castration band first. That helps reduce the amount of blood. And he did not want to die. He just didn’t want to act on his urges for a tiny little tot. Not the first time I’ve removed a man’s junk because of his evil urges. At least a man who hires me for such things I consider self-aware.

Although the castration band helped stop the flow of blood, when I chopped his nut sack off, it still made a mess. But looking at those sheets in that no tell motel, I think worse things stained them than his blood. What a disgusting place. But it’s a place where you can literally get away with murder because nobody cares.

He got the castration phone sex he desired. But he bled a lot more than I expected. Lucky for him I brought a soldering pin to stop the flow of blood. However, it burned his pubic hair, creating an awful smell. But again, not the worst smell in that place.

I left him there. Not to die. But to rest because castration takes a lot out of you. No doubt he will feel sore for a couple months, but his evil urges will dissipate. He can think about doing bad things to little girls, but I neutered him, so he’ll never be able to act on those urges again. What about you? Do you feel like losing your balls today?