Category: Medical fetish phone sex

Knife Play Phone Sex Requires More Skill and a Sick Mind

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex will always be my favorite. Honestly, I find no skill in guns. A gun can kill a person from half a mile away. Even further depending on your skill level and the gun. Long range shooting requires some skill. However, close range shooting just requires luck and the element of surprise. With a knife, my subject needs to be within inches of me.

And I prefer knives over guns for other reasons too. A knife can be more brutal because you can do more with a knife than you can with a gun. It requires more skill in planning because to kill somebody with a knife you must be within inches of that person. I don’t even own a gun. However, I own over 1000 knives. I consider many of those knives vintage. Grandpa collected knives. And I inherited his collection and made it better.

Some of these knives belonged to serial killers and murderers who died at my grandpa ‘s private prison. Trinkets to my grandpa. I love using a knife with a story and giving it another story. The knife I used this weekend to castrate a loser who preys on drunk Goth girls, once belonged to a serial killer who would remove the body parts of women and put them onto the men he killed. A very fascinating serial killer who like to turn girls into boys and vice versa.

This Sick Bitch Enjoys Castration

Since I always feel like a sadistic phone sex bitch, I decided to use that knife to castrate this loser and then I took his severed dick and glued it to a pair of strap-on panties. I gave myself the ultimate gift. The gift of his severed useless cock. And I made him suck it. I told you I’m a sick bitch. This man purposely drugs women to take advantage of them. He’s a predator. And he appears to be the kind of man who only escalates.

So, I neutered him. And he should feel lucky that I only removed his balls and his dick. Because this asshole deserved to die. But I think for predators neutering them seems like a more fitting punishment. He will never experience a hard dick again. And he will never hurt another woman again either. He will pee through a stray for the rest of his life.

Sometimes, Neutering a Horny Man Seems Like the Best Punishment Ever

I just added another dimension to his punishment. Perhaps, I felt inspired by a serial killer whose knife I used to sever this guy ‘s dick and balls. We all find inspiration somewhere, right? I used gorilla glue to attach his severed dong to the outside of my strap-on panties. Then I made the loser who just lost his dick, and balls suck his severed cock.

I think he would’ve preferred me to kill him in the moment. But there’s no fun in it for me if I simply give a man what he wants. They need to suffer. And I know castration phone sex does not always make a man suffer enough. But filming him sucking his own severed dick that I attached to my special panties, seemed like a new level of humiliation that even I had not thought of yet.

A gun would not let me castrate a man or enjoy some post castration humiliation. But a knife does.  And a knife with a little bit of sick history makes it even more fun. So be careful men. Me and my knife collection sever balls one loser at a time.

Medical Fetish Phone Sex Fantasies with Dr. Cora!

Medical Fetish Phone Sex

Medical Fetish Phone Sex fantasies are nothing short of hot.

That’s when I get to take you to the exam room for your ‘checkup’.

I instruct you to strip your clothes for me while I watch you get undressed.

You know I am fully in control of you and this situation.

Bet you didn’t think your sexy doctor would take advantage of you, did you?

You are so weak and helpless under my power.

Strapping you to the exam table so I can pay full attention to your beautiful, hard cock.

I love seeing the fear in your eyes when I go to jerk you off.

All four limbs are tied down, so you could stop me even if you tried.

I cover your mouth so no one can hear your moans as I jerk off your hard cock.

That sweet pre-cum is showing me how much you like it!

If you like that, then you’ll love it when I jump on your cock and start riding you.

Forcing you to cum inside me.

It’s not like you have a choice! 

 

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Taboo Phone Sex Mommy is Her Son’s Cash Cow

taboo phone sexWhen my son comes to visit his taboo phone sex mommy and cash cow, I know I will get the best cocaine. However, I will suffer for it. But family takes care of family. I wore a short skirt, maybe with a 3-inch hem, and it showed off my prolapse because it hung down below the skirt.

And I also wore a tube top. And my duck lips, I accentuated with red lipstick. Plus, I put on other pancake makeup. My huge cock pillows appeared on display in that tube top. If you looked at me from the front, you could see my meat curtains hanging down too. As I stood in front of my son, I felt happy to see him and a little scared too.

I saw the camera equipment, and I knew we were doing a live stream again. That’s our thing. But my boy loves me even if he beats me beautiful sometimes. He told me my fan base wanted a cunt busting. And then he immediately kicked me in the cunt. I heard the chimes come in. He kicked me again and lifted me off the ground. For a moment, I felt like a soccer ball being kicked in the air. But at least I landed in front of the bowl of cocaine.

I am My Son’s Cash Cow

Before we ever start a snuff porn session, my son always gets me high. It dulls the pain. See I told you he loves me. I snorted cocaine as he continued to kick my empty cavern. My old barren womb. It’s like the Grand Canyon now. He started fisting my cunt that pushed me forward until I hit the wall. While elbow deep inside of my barren womb, he started punching my cunt from the outside. More chimes poured in as my son continued to beat me beautiful.

He gave me a few punches to the face and eyes. And of course, my mouth, because I forgot to take my dentures out again. Once my teeth flew out of my mouth, my son replaced my dentures with his cock and his balls. However, he kept punching the side of my face as I sucked his cock. He lit this old bitch up. But I could hear the dings, so I knew my fan base enjoyed the session.

Eventually, he pushed me down to the ground and kicked my prolapse which he calls his cock sleeve. He started punching my prolapse like a boxer punches one of those hanging boxing bags. When he started talking about my fourth hole I knew I needed more cocaine. That’s my urethra. And when he starts playing with that, I know I won’t pee without pain for weeks.

Even Though My Son Turns Me Black and Blue, I Know He Loves Me

With no lube and no warning, he put a little cocaine on my pee hole and then stuffed his cock in it. He pissed into my bladder. While he fucked my fourth hole, he continued to beat me beautiful. I might need some more work done on my face from the plastic surgeon after this session. I could barely see out of my eyes, but my sniffer worked, thankfully.

Our streaming sessions seem to cater to guys with a rape phone sex fantasies for their own mother. But you can’t force fuck the willing. And I’m always willing to be his cash cow. He let me put my face back in the bowl of cocaine, but he dragged me by my tits around the floor.

Eventually he tied my ankles to my head, exposing my pussy, my ass, and my pee hole. And he even put a rope around my throat as his skull fucked me. He would punch me and choke me at the same time as he fucked me. But he wasn’t fucking my pussy. He fucked my pee hole. Mommy’s only tight hole.

My Son Always Makes a Ton of Money Beating Me Beautiful

Tied up to a fuck bench with my legs pushed under me, my prolapse hung out like a punching bag. When he pulled his dick out of my pee hole, he played whack a mole with my prolapse and the head of his dick. He joked about the fact that he could not even push my prolapse back in with his big dick. The chimes rolled in meaning my fan base loved this show. I have no dignity. I’ll do anything for cocaine. I even let my son beat me beautiful and humiliate me on camera.

He made me suck his dick after fucking my prolapse. My prolapsed asshole serves as his cock sleeve. But he wanted to cum in my pee hole. So, he pulled out of my ass and made me clean his dick off with my mouth. Then he fucked my pee hole and dumped a ton of cum in my bladder. He joked that he gave me a bladder enema. By the time our live stream concluded, I started turning black, blue and purple. My cunt and my face look like Mike Tyson beat me up. Every joint hurts still four days later.

But I’m not complaining. He gave me great cocaine. He loves me. Sometimes mommy needs to violent makeover.

Killer Phone Sex Adventures is What I Enjoy

killer phone sexWeekends are for killer phone sex. I love hunting on the weekends. No school, no work. A much bigger pool of victims to select from. Now I’m like Dexter. I do have a moral code for murder. Dexter‘s father guided him. However, for me, my grandfather guided me. Taught me to kill with a purpose and how to get away with it. Sometimes I’m a killer for hire. And sometimes I do it to satisfy my craving for murder.

Killing another person feels invigorating and powerful. Especially when you kill somebody who does not deserve to keep on breathing. I know the law says I shouldn’t do what I do. But let’s face it. The justice system seems corrupt. The wrong people often find themselves in prison. While the guilty parties walk around free.

Perhaps, you could call me a snuff sex vigilante. Especially when somebody fucks with one of my Goth girls. It’s a matter of principle for me. Men, especially those incel types think they can take advantage of Goth girls. Not on my watch. And I got word that a loser harassed the bartender of my favorite Goth bar.

A drunk asshole who didn’t like a woman cutting him off at the bar. He came back the next day, harassed her, vandalized part of the bar and sliced her tires. A man with that kind of entitlement and rage should not still be breathing. So, I decided to take matters into my own hands.

The Struggle is Real Not to Kill a Loser within Five Minutes of Meeting Him

No problem finding this loser because he used his credit card at the bar. And I have excellent hacking skills. I can find any information I want. And I got his address. I broke into his house and castrated him. Of course he woke up. But I wanted him to wake up. I wanted him to feel the pain of castration. When he woke up, he found himself tied to his bed. The first thing he saw was me sharpening the knife I planned on using on his balls.

Consider me both judge and jury. I listed his offenses and told him I planned on neutering him. Take a little bit of that anger out of him. I’m not sure if he sexually assaulted anybody yet. But, with a guy like that who feels self-entitled and gets incredibly angry when somebody tells him no, his anger only escalates. Eventually, he would force himself on some woman who rejected him. I wanted to kill him but castrating him fit my moral code better. Letting him live with the reminder of what he did.

Castration Leaves Men with a Reminder That Actions Have Consequences

Castration phone sex requires a sharp blade. However, sometimes I like to use a rusty old knife. One that will prolong the agony. And leave a nasty scar. Although I kill a lot of people, I castrated more than I kill. To me it seems like the ultimate punishment for men with anger issues towards women. I took his balls slowly and painfully. I cauterized the wound. But I left a nasty scar. A nasty reminder of what a prick he used to be.

But that’s the point. Leave them with a daily reminder that their actions have consequences. Women don’t need to take shit from men. I took his balls home as a souvenir. And I put them in a jar of formaldehyde and put them on my shelf with my collection of severed balls.

I never worry about men going to police. Castration seems like a very personal act of violence. So, predators and incels, if they turn me into the cops they go down too because I always document their crimes very well. And I make sure they know that before I leave with their balls in a jar. It feels good to be the queen bitch.

Castration Phone Sex Fixes the Problem of Big Dick Energy in Men with Small Dicks

castration phone sexCastration phone sex seems on the rise. Honestly, with all this alpha male bullshit I’m seeing on social media and stuff, I figured more men would attempt to embrace their worthless dicks. But I think all that big dick energy makes men less self-aware. In my opinion, men with big dick energy and pinky dicks are the worst kind of men. They see women as owing them something. So, they don’t take no for an answer.

But my big ass knife reiterates my no.  I embrace my inner butcher. But some girls consider me sort of an antihero. I make bars and streets safer for them. I neuter the big dick energy boys. The ones who think we owe them our bodies because they are male. The men who brag about a 2-inch dick. I revoke men’s Man cards. No woman owes a man anything.

And last night I encountered a man with the biggest dick energy yet. But he also displayed the smallest dick I’ve ever seen. Tiny does not begin to describe it. I could put his cock under a microscope and still would not see it. A bit of exaggeration, but you get the point. He ended up in my Goth throwing around that big dick energy with nothing to back it up. And insulting women after they rejected him nicely.

Snuff sex seemed too good for him. He needed neutered. And I knew just how to do it. I let him think his cheesy ass pick up lines worked on me. And we went back to his place. Poor simp told me I looked like I walked right out of his wet dreams. However, he would soon view me more as a nightmare girl than a dream girl.

Men, Women Do Not Owe You a Thing and We Do Not Want Tiny Dicks

I spiked his bourbon. And before long, he acted drunk. I helped him up onto a chair and I strapped him down. Pulled out the tiniest little dick I’ve ever seen. But he had church bells for balls. His dick resembled a very sad turkey. But I castrated him. And I think I did him a favor. Castration made his dick look bigger. Once I removed those gigantic balls that took the attention away from his little nub, he looked bigger. But not big enough for that big dick energy.

But he seemed too busy crying like a bitch to see the gift I gave him. Maybe one day he will see that I did him a favor. I gave him a clean castration, meaning I cauterized the wound so he would not bleed out. Sure, that method burns the flesh, but it reduces scarring. He’ll never fuck again. But I couldn’t imagine he ever fucked before. Not with such a tiny dick. At least I took away some of that big dick energy that caused him to act a fool. He will never pop a little chubby ever again.

It’s always the biggest losers with the tiniest dicks that create most of the problems in this world for women. But this sadistic phone sex bitch will take care of men like that one at a time. And eventually, I will rid the world of all the false gods.

Ass Rape Porn Star Blair Makes Prolapsed Anal Porn for Coke Money

ass rape pornI showed up to audition for an ass rape porn that would pay a lot of money. I needed the gig. Plus, I knew I would be perfect for it. In auditions for a legitimate snuff or rough sex videos nobody fucks you, but you do have to toy with your ass and show the director that you can handle things in the butt.

The cocaine diet keeps me thin. And eons of rough sex even violent sex keeps my ass loose. But I am getting older. And I’m competing with barely legal girls. That’s why I often need to seek out less legitimate movie directors. I did not get the part I auditioned for. However, I did get a recommendation to see this other snuff porn director who I never worked with before.

So, when I showed up at the abandoned warehouse for my addition, I felt a little nervous. You never know what you might get with a new person behind the camera. And I never know when I enter these situations if it might be my last audition. But this time I needed to put more than a butt plug in my ass. When I pulled my butt plug out, the director looked at me like a hungry vulture.

Now I felt nervous. He saw my prolapse and suddenly couldn’t control himself. Apparently, a woman’s prolapsed asshole acts like his kryptonite. He grabbed something off his desk. Then he charged me and pinned me against the wall. I knew this might get ugly. He turned my prolapse into his cock sleeve, much like my stepson does. He turned into a horny teenage boy at the side of my prolapse.

My Prolapsed Asshole Has Become My Meal Ticket

While fucking my prolapse he told me about a series of prolapsed anal porn he made. And how he’s been looking for a new model to make another series. He offered me a lot of money. And I thought about it. I will ever get back the asshole of my youth. Too much damage. Too much action. Why not star in a bunch of prolapse hardcore ass fucking movies. At least this man fucked me more gently than my stepson. He did not fuck my prolapse with icy hot. Instead, he used regular lubrication.

But he told me if I would make a test to video with him right then and there and I would earn $1000. That would buy me enough coke for the week or maybe even two weeks. So, I said sure. And he bent me over his desk with my hands tied behind my back and started shoving all sorts of different objects into my prolapsed asshole. At least he let me get high, so I could dull the pain.

Up until that day, I did not realize men had rape phone sex fantasies for a prolapsed asshole. But apparently, they do. And apparently it can be a profitable market. So, I signed a contract. And I got a little taste for what it feels like to be a prolapse ass porn star. We start filming next week. At least he gave me enough money to buy coke, so I don’t need to endanger myself again until we start filming. But I just know my asshole will take a major beating, However, that’s nothing new.

Extreme Cock and Ball Torture Sex Ensures Justice is Served

torture sexExtreme cock and ball torture sex brings me so much pleasure. A lot of people believe that sexual predators should get the death penalty. Well at least if they’re preying on little girls or boys, they advocate for the death penalty. And don’t get me wrong. I love killing predators. However, I think living a life with strong urges you can never act on again seems like a more fitting form of punishment.

So, I like to mutilate the junk of sexual predators. Ruin their chances of ever preying on somebody again. Let’s face it. The justice system is fucking slow. And full of corruption and stupidity. People get off all the time for committing serious crimes. Plus, people get convicted all the time for other people’s crimes too. So, I’m a female vigilante. I take care of people who fall through the cracks.

I read a story recently in the newspaper about a local guy with a laundry list of sexual crimes committed against young girls. However, the arresting officer fucked up and didn’t give him his Miranda rights. And that alone set him free. He doesn’t even need to register as a sex offender. But everybody knows he did it. So, I decided he deserved castration phone sex more than anybody else.

I got my young ingénue to set the trap for him. She goes to school with one of the girls he force fucked. So, I knew she could lure him away. She’s gifted. And she becomes more gifted by the day under my tutelage. She lured him back to my dungeon. And I laid in wait.

Sometimes, When the Courts Fail, I Take Justice Into My Own Hands

The look on his face when he realized a schoolgirl duped him seemed priceless. I subdued him and got him on the exam table. I acquired a metal slab table that they use in morgues. Easy cleanup. I gave my young accomplice a scalpel and a knife. Then I told her to carve his junk however she saw fit.

I’m a training a future generation of vigilante women. She carved her name into his dick. Then she made little slices on his balls. At first, I thought she wanted to make as many little slices as she could to cause as much pain as possible.

But she did something wicked that I’ve never even done. She peeled the skin off his balls like his testicles were apples. Once she peeled the thin layer of skin covering his balls, she grabbed some rubbing alcohol and poured it on the exposed flesh. He almost experienced a heart attack on my table from the pain. If I had not strapped him down, he would’ve jumped right off the table.

Eventually, she removed his balls with a knife. When she took them off, they looked like bloody disco balls. But she neutered him. Mutilation phone sex will protect generations of women to come. And serve as justice. I might be mentoring a girl with more evil tendencies than me. And I didn’t think that was possible.

Mutilation Phone Sex is The Best Because My Pleasure is Your Pain

mutilation phone sexMutilation phone sex makes me wet. Now I don’t admit to many guys what turns me on sexually because I don’t want them thinking I want to fuck them. I’m too dominant to be somebody’s fuck doll. But torture arouses me. I just enjoy inflicting pain. But believe it or not this sadistic bitch does have a moral compass. I never torture animals and I don’t torture the innocent.

But I do possess a very lax interpretation of innocent. A man can look at me wrong, and I will take his junk. And on weekends, I like to hunt for worthy victims. The world does not seem short of douche bags or cunts. And sometimes when I’m not even looking for a victim, I find one.

Friday night appeared very rainy, and the roads became slick. I drove responsibly, but so many didn’t. One guy started weaving in and out of traffic, putting him in the wrong lane many times. And he caused an accident. I don’t understand why anybody seems to be in such a rush to wait at a stoplight or get to where they’re going, that they risk causing an accident.

My Moral Compass Might Be Skewed But I Have One

Of course, he sped off after he ran a car off the road. So, I followed this guy so that I could teach him a lesson. In the grand scheme of things being a reckless driver probably doesn’t deserve the death penalty. However, some cock and ball torture sex seems appropriate. This guy caused an accident just to get home in time to watch a college basketball game. I watched him go into his house and immediately turn on the TV and sit down and start cheering for his team.

His house looked like a bachelor pad. I saw no evidence of a woman’s touch. So, I broke in through the back door. I purposely broke something in the kitchen so he would come see what happened. And then I put my knife to his throat and tied him into a chair. I went into the living room and closed his blinds.

Nobody needed to see what I planned on doing to this man. So, once I secured the house and closed the blinds, I dragged that chair into the living room. Then I pulled his worthless dick out of his pants and slipped on a castration band. He drove with some big dick energy. But I do believe the Ken doll I played with as a little girl sported more between his legs. Pathetic.

This Sadistic Bitch will Mutilate Your Junk for the Littlest Offenses

I put a ball gag in his mouth to shut him the fuck up. His whimpering and crying proved distracting. I read him his offenses, and then I carved my name into his cock with a sharp blade. I laughed at him and I told him that I would take from him, not only his balls, but his big dick energy.

The tears in his eyes just made me want to mutilate his junk further. My knives worked overtime carving him up like butcher’s meat. He started to go into shock from the pain, so I smacked him awake. I don’t want anybody to miss the fun.

Well, my fun. Castration phone sex rarely feels like fun to men who cannot accept the fact that they sport tiny, worthless dicks. But eventually, after many cuts to his body and complete mutilation of his dick, I took his balls too. Took the wind out of his sails. I doubt he will drive with big dick energy ever again. Because I neutered him. Brought his balls home as a souvenir. And as a reminder of the good, I have done this world.

Medical Fetish Phone Sex Calls Become More Interesting When I am In Charge

medical fetish phone sexI enjoy medical fetish phone sex calls. When I lived my life completely as a submissive whore, many men enjoyed using speculums on me and torturing my girl parts. Some of it I enjoyed. However, most of it exceeded my pain threshold. Now that I live my life mostly as a switch and an accomplice I enjoy exploring medical fetishes with submissive men.

I met Alex at the strip club last year. We’ve been on a few paid dates if you get my drift. But I’ve never fucked Alex. And I never will. He doesn’t pay me to fuck me, but he does pay me for cock and ball torture. Perhaps, you could call Alex a CBT junkie. He always seems to be chasing his next high. We went from ball kicking in the VIP room to using sounding devices lubricated with Ben Gay in his own macabre medical room.

Alex told me he recently turned 35. So, I’m not much older than him. However, he became a millionaire last year when he sold an app to a company. So, I call him boy genius. Big tech mind. But with all that money, he doesn’t want to buy girls to fuck him. He just wants to buy girls for extreme cock and ball torture sex.

So last night, I met him at his place, and we went to his recreated medical room. When I saw the speculums, I thought he might want to explore my pussy. But he wanted me to explore his ass. Cranked it open as wide as I could and put my arm all the way inside of him. Kinky. But he paid me for a job and I planned on delivering.

Medical Torture Seems More Fun When I am the One Inflicting the Pain

So, after he ate my pussy for a solid half hour and even worshiped my ass, I got him on the patient’s table. I dipped the speculum in Ben Gay and made him get into the downward dog position on the medical table.

I cranked his ass open wide. Turned it into the Grand Canyon. While cranked up, I managed to get most of my arm up his ass. Now, I do enjoy fisting men. But this marked the first time I ever put my entire arm up a man’s ass. I scraped the inside of his ass with my long red fingernails too. Since he told me the first night, we met at the strip club, that he considers himself the biggest pain slut in the world, I knew he could handle a few scrapes.

I do believe the Ben Gay hurt him. It burned through his ass. I made him my ass rape porn star. After I finished torturing his asshole, I used a sounding device on his pee hole. And of course, I kicked him in the balls some more, squeezed his balls and made him worship my pussy and ass some more too. Getting paid this much money to torture a man’s ass and his cock, and balls seemed like easy money to me. I’m really letting this domination side of me flourish.

Evil Phone Sex Proves Therapeutic to Me

evil phone sexSomebody told me once that I look like an angel, but I harbor an evil phone sex bitch inside of me. Perhaps that seems like a true statement. And in more recent years, I have become more confident and more dominant. I’m still a switch. However, I still feel all this rage inside of me over my upbringing. And I channel that rage into others.

Mostly women, well young girls, because men hire me for their age play needs. They understand a mature woman can lure a young girl away from her home and friends much easier than a man.

But the only woman I’ve ever felt rage for would be my mother who left me with my piece of shit father knowing he would likely abuse me the moment she left. But young girls don’t really enrage me. When I serve them up to men like my father it’s pretty much survival of the fittest. And I do it for money.

Not Every Man Wants to Keep His Balls

However, when men hire me for castration phone sex, I feel invigorated. It gives me a chance to get out some of that rage on some loser with a tiny dick and worthless balls. I never show men sympathy like I do young girls. Perhaps that’s because I can relate to the young girls because I’ve been in their shoes before. But I never identify with men who like to abuse young girls. I just keep my mouth shut and do the job they hired me for and take my money to the bank.

But recently, I discovered that I enjoy cock and ball torture. Men in the club started hiring me for the VIP room to trample their cocks or kick them in the balls. And I found it therapeutic. Perhaps, the word got around that I like cock and ball torture, and now men pay me to do a lot more than just dance on their junk.

Joe hired me to castrate him. He’s what we would call a predator. He even needs to register on the sex offender list because he got in trouble with a young girl many years ago. I view him as weak with no self-control. So, he thought he could stay out of prison, where he would be murdered for his love of young girls, if he hired me to castrate him. He might still possess the urge for young girls, but he’d never be able to act on it ever again.

Castration and Cock and Ball Torture Feel Therapeutic to Me

So, he came over last night and I castrated him. I used castration bands on him. That’s what they use for sheep and cattle on farms. Serves as a chemical castration. You put them on tight enough, and it cuts the circulation off. Eventually, the balls shrivel up and become useless. But you could also snip the balls off too with little bloodshed and just cauterize the wound. I went that route.

But I kicked him in the balls a few times for shits and giggles. Did a little dance in my stilettos on his cock. He does like cock and ball torture sex, so I made sure he got some. Clean castration. He paid me well for the removal of his balls. Minimal damage. But I did get out some much needed rage on his balls. And it felt amazing. Therapeutic. And I felt like I did a good thing because I took one more predator out of the game.