Category Archive: Medical fetish phone sex

Mutilation Phone Sex Means Fun with Your Cock and Balls for Me

mutilation phone sexMutilation phone sex takes all kinds of forms. I am a cock mutilator by trade. I loved to ruin a man’s junk just because I can. I carve up little sluts too, but that is mostly for profit. Castration and cock and ball mutilation is for personal pleasure. I am not one of those women who believes men rule the world. There are plenty of men who do not deserves their cocks or the balls. I am not talking about perverts who diddle little ones. I am talking about chronic masturbators. Men who try to force their tiny dicks on grown women like me. I am talking about tools who think they can dominate a woman just because they have balls. Balls are not some badge of honor and they do not give you certain rights. In fact, I will argue that balls are a privilege not a right, and therefore your privilege can be revoked whenever I want.

I revoked Lawrence’s balls. He is a fucking neighborhood loser with a tiny dick. A peeping Tom. He also drugs women’s drinks to take advantage of them at community events and parties. I put an end to all that. I cannot have a major creeper in my community continuing to violate women. He needed some free castration phone sex. Oh, he paid but not with money, LOL. I drugged him at a neighborhood block party. I usually am not very neighborly, but this loser needed put in his place forever. I switched his drink with the drink he laced to give to some unsuspecting woman. When he was acting drunk, I escorted him home along with a few neighborhood women who wanted some revenge. It is called Karma, Lawrence. You cannot drug women and fuck them and expect nothing to come back on you. He met Karma that night. He was intoxicated but coherent enough to know what was going on. Coherent enough to feel the pain of several women giving him back what he is ode tenfold. Torture sex does not even describe what us girls did to his junk. We carved our names into the flesh of his cock. We severed his balls. We anally tortured him with household objects. And we made him a eunuch. He will no longer be slipping women mickies to take advantage of him. Karma always comes back to you guys, and if I find out about your predatory behavior, I will bring Karma to you sooner.


Snuff Phone Sex with a Taboo Bitch

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex is what I do. It is clear in my blogs and my bio. Some dickwad called me last night with honey this and baby that. He wanted to fuck me. Like romantic girlfriend experience shit. I do not do that. I am not your girlfriend. I will never be anyone’s girlfriend. I do not need a man to get off. They make toys for women like me. I do not do well with baby talk and stupid shit like cuddling. I am a loner. I like it that way. So, when Charlie called me for the girlfriend experience, I thought he was purposefully pushing my boundaries so I would react. Turns out, Charlie was just stupid. He got a call last night, but not the one he wanted. Or at least the one he thought he wanted. Once I gave him my best castration phone sex role play, he was down to let me abuse him. He had never met a bitch like me. I hear that almost daily. Lots of women need men. They pretend to be something they are not to get a loser. They use catfish filters and change who they are for some dickwad who will cheat on them or emotionally abuse them. I do not get it. But I also do not get men who want to make a woman something she is not. I mean why would Charlie try to make a sadistic bitch who loves knives more than men, his girlfriend. Now that I removed his testicles free of charge, he is probably wondering the same thing. Although he was shocked and not at all willing in the beginning, he cannot stop thinking about me. That is because I am often the first woman to step up and but a guy in his place. I am no June Clever. I will not ever be some doting housewife who cooks and cleans. I am the taboo phone sex psycho who castrates, tortures, force fucks and kills. Do I sound like your kind of woman?


Never Undestimate a Killer Phone Sex Bitch

killer phone sexKiller phone sex is what I do best. I am a sick bitch trapped inside a 5’2 115lb body. Do not let my size fool you. I am a mean and sadistic bitch. I am stronger than I look. Men always underestimate me and that never goes well for them. I was in a murderous mood earlier in week. It does not take much to set me off honestly. This guy was out of his league hitting on me. Some nerdy white boy loser with a fetish for Goth girls. I see it all the time at the Goth and Steam Punk bars I frequent. This guy, however, was someone I knew. Not personally but I knew of him. I have long wanted to kill him, or at least give him a healthy dose of castration phone sex. He is a guy who put up revenge porn on a few girls who dissed him. He is a hacker. He never dated these women because they had higher standards. He just hacked their phones and found pictures to use. This was over ten years ago. He put them up on that now defunct site Is Anyone Up? It got pulled because consent was rarely given for the photos used. I never knew this guy but several women I know all had awful experiences with him, some even when they were just young teen girls. This guy was a pervert, a predator and a loser. And he walked right into my hands and underestimated my powers. I played drunk because that is what he wanted. Predators always go after the drunk chicks. Easy prey to them. But he was the easy prey, not me.  Alone, in his apartment, I cut off his cock. I was going to just make him a eunuch, but he had rape fantasies he was trying to explore with me. Nope. He did not think I would have a sharp knife tied to my thigh. I grabbed it and sliced his cock off before his pathetic short stack could worm its way inside my pussy. He bled a lot. Cried a lot too. He deserved it though. This was torture sex karma. Not only is karma a bitch, but I am too. Never underestimate me.


Castration Phone Sex Gets My Cunt Wet and Brings Me Joy

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is what gets my cunt wet. Guys ask me all the time what I really enjoy, and I am brutally honest. I am not your typical phone sex woman. I am not sitting around all day begging for men to call me. I am not waiting to service your cock. I enjoy torture and the mutilation of sex organs. Now, I do love a good accomplice call where we hunt and kill together; but a good genital mutilation brings me nothing but joy. I am superior to most men. I am superior to most people. I am intelligent and I act with reason, not emotion. Too many men act with their dicks instead of their brains if they even have any. I know that sounds egotistical, but emotions are what bring people down and send them to prison. If guys acted with their big head instead of their little head, there never would have been a Me Too movement. I have never looked at any man and been like I want him so much I am just going to take him. Now, I have looked at a man and been like he looks so fucking stupid, I must explore my murder phone sex fantasies, so he never procreates.

I had that overwhelming sensation last night when I met Oliver at my local Goth dive bar. He was spiking girls’ drinks. I see everything. I am never caught off guard. My sixth sense is strong. I drugged him first. Not the first time or the last time that will happen. I was going to take him to my kill shack where I do my best work and can prolong the agony, but this guy was about 250 lbs of dead weight drugged. I settled for a back-alley castration. He had a worthless wiener. No woman would want to fuck or suck that worthless nub. I drove him to the waterfront. It is a seedy warehouse district where all the drug deals go down and hookers hang out. His sexually mutilated junk would be blamed on some whore not a torture sex bitch like me. He was out cold. I pulled his pants down and laughed at the short stack he thought he could force on me if I had not outsmarted him. I used a rusty blade and cut off his balls and half of his cock and tossed them in the river for fish food. I left him there to bleed out and get jack rolled. Fucking loser. He will just be the victim of another random act of senseless violence. Although it was not senseless to me. The bastard deserved it all.


Medical Fetish Phone Sex Calls

medical fetish phone sexMedical phone sex fetish calls can be scary, even for a seasoned pain slut like me. And medical fetishes can include a wide variety of things like genital torture and mutilation to dissecting a human body like a lab frog. Anytime a guy asks me if I am into medical fetish calls, I swallow hard and try my best to sound enthusiastic because I am a no taboos whore. I much prefer to be the accomplice on a medical fetish call than the patient, but that almost never happens. Lucky me, however, it happened last night. I had a late night visitor with an unruly brat he had a strong desire to torture. She was a cute thing too but talk about a bad seed. She looked like an angel, but she had some sort of demon inside her. What a little bitch. Daddy wanted to punish her. I think he wanted to kill her. Like snuff porn her out. Cannot say that I blame him. She was definitely a cunt. He got my number from a guy who I had done a hot snuff scenario with before. I guess I owe that client because boy was it fun torturing this little brat. What a nasty little cunt. I stripped her naked, put a ball gag in her mouth so I did not have to hear her spew her insults. So young, but so inherently mean.  I spread her legs wide and used a spreader bar to keep her legs wide. I sliced her labia off with a scalpel. There was so much bright red blood. It was intoxicating. Sweet to the taste too. I burned her clit with a cigarette, and she screamed bloody murder. Her own father ordered the torture sex. My pussy was so wet knowing that. My daddy was a mean old son of a bitch, but I was an obedient angel. This girl was The Exorcist.  Well, she dead now after almost 12 hours of torture. But she went out mutilated and begging to die in the end.


Gangbang Rape Porn Night with a Dirty Taboo Mommy

gangbang rape pornIt was gangbang rape porn night. I guess with a taboo mommy like me, it is almost always one of those nights. My stepson usually has folks over at his place for streaming our violent encounters. I am his cash cow. I hate it, but he is blackmailing me and bribing me with cocaine too. I cannot tell him no. He had me meet him yesterday at some seedy warehouse. There was an underground fight going on. I guess this damp, and dark warehouse is the scene for all sorts of violent activities.  Dark porno movies, dog fighting, cock fighting, illegal MMA fighting and even some snuff porn. Every area had something going on with the most unsavory looking people hanging around making bets and participating as spectators. When we got to the area that my stepson had rented, it was all set up with camera equipment. There were at least 100 guys waiting for us. I was nervous. I was scared. I had no idea what was going to happen. I figured a few guys would fuck me, maybe even double penetrate my worthless holes. I had no idea. I am always the last one to find out about his plans. This was a gang bang by porn standards. Over 100 guys had paid to sodomize my ass and fuck my cunt. Sometimes putting two to three cocks in a hole at once. My stepson was making mint of my body. The men paid to gang bang me. Other guys were paying to watch it live and yet more had paid for the stream like it was some sort of pay per view event. It was just like that. He was boasting that it was the biggest ass rape porn gang bang yet. He made hundreds of thousands of dollars off me yesterday. All I got for my troubles was a bag of coke and a prolapsed asshole.


Strangulation Phone Sex

strangulation phone sexStrangulation phone sex is hot for many men. I love erotic asphyxiation. I have been known to use scarves on myself while I use a vibrator in my pussy. I met a guy in a fetish club last night who wanted to strangle me while I masturbated. I thought he was right up my alley. I went home with him. I quickly realized that there would be no masturbation on my part because he had me tied against his dungeon wall. It was dark and damp. I could hear fireworks going off near his house. The loud booms mixed with the fact that I was in a cement basement meant my screams would never be heard. I screamed but that was because I thought he would kill me. He masturbated my pussy and joked about the fact that only a worthless taboo phone sex slut would get off to not knowing if she was going to live or die. With erotic asphyxiation it’s a gamble. He could not revive me. He could choke me too hard or too long and I become unable to be revived too. I hate the not knowing, but it is the same thing that makes me so damn wet with strangulation. I was tied to a cement wall. He had one hand on my throat and the other on my cunt. I was passing out and cumming repeatedly. He would slap me awake, spit in my face, then choke me some more. This was not how I wanted to spend the night. I had plans that fell through, so I went to the club for some companionship. Almost deadly companionship too. I was not alone, but I would have been safer alone. I did survive, but barely. Lost track of how many times I passed out. I still love erotic asphyxiation but one time, maybe the next time, it could end up as a snuff porn encounter.


Fuck Em and Burn Em!

sex with dead bodies

I picked up a job at this crematorium and my boss is literally the sickest fuck I know. Almost all of the posthumous hotties that come in run the risk of being assaulted by his deviant dick. If I’m a good bitch, hell even toss me a few human bones to fuck my sadistic cunt with! I love a good hardcore fucking from a blood-filled flesh pipe so there’s something about watching my superior stick his warm meat in a cold piece of still flesh that makes my twat eager. He says he loves the chill that beams off of his victims skin as he caresses their lifeless body. His favorite is when someone “passes in shock” which is another way to say their eyes are still open. He force fucks their pale bodies until he fills them with his seed. Once he fucks em: we burn em. The best part is tossing them in the furnace and listening to their sling crackle like pork rinds as the perv in charge cleans the death off his meat. 


His secret fantasy

necrophilia phone sex

I have had an ongoing relationship with a guy. When we first met, I wasn’t completely attracted to him. I thought he was sort of odd.

Either way, he had a way with words, and sure enough, he had me under his spell before I could even realize it.

I was smitten around him and thought his personality was still different, but he had a certain charm that radiated. Who knew it had patterns of psycho. One day I was sleeping and noticed him taking pictures of me while I napped. It woke me up. He looked quite startled when I awoke. He could see I was weirded out, and he tried to play it out as he couldn’t help himself. I looked so cute when I slept.

After that, I didn’t think much of it. I went through his phone one day and could see he had a lust for necrophilia phone sex.

I had opened a can of worms and finally found a section where he confessed he loved to take pictures of me asleep and loved to imagine me dead and how his cock would feel inside me. After that, I cleared any signs of me going through his phone and tried to head out as fast as I could, but he was in front of the front door.

I guess the indoor cameras should have been a dead giveaway.


Summer is Cannibalism Phone Sex Time

cannibalism phone sexIt is cannibalism phone sex season. My favorite meat to barbecue in the summertime is human  flesh. I spend weeks hunting for the best selection. I like my food natural and organic. This means no tattoos, no piercings, no fake tits and natural hair color too. You would be surprised how difficult that is to find. I also need my meal to be not too skinny and not too fat and that is equally hard to find. I also need one drug and alcohol free. It used to be easier to find the perfect meal. But I am patient. It is worth the wait to find a succulent piece of flesh. Seriously, the best meals are home cooked and natural. One slab of flesh will feed me all year. I hunt outside gyms and malls. But I will troll the neighborhood sites for community BBQs too. I have found wonderful meals there before. For me, hunting is most of the fun. I take my time when I capture my meal. Full body inspections are necessary. Sometimes, they need to detox. I soften the skin with butter baths for days ahead. My last meal was a male. I had the help of some fellow taboo phone sex bitches in preparing and eating my captured meat. He was willing. Most are not. He found me on the dark net and offered himself up in any useful way. The only use I had for him was in my belly. My girlfriends and I took a week to prepare him. It was nice not having to cage him for a week. Free range, grass fed meat is always the most tender. I boiled him in water first, then put that large shrimp on the barbie as the saying goes. A slow roasted pig is a yummy meal. We danced by the fire and drank wine as we cooked a meal fit for snuff porn queens like us. I am still hunting my perfect summer meal to feed me into next year. Thinking this season, I need some girl meat. Maybe even a veal cutlet. Perhaps, you want to help me find the perfect dinner?


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