Killer 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.
Category: Medical fetish phone sex
Castration Phone Sex Gets My Cunt Wet and Brings Me Joy
Castration 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 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
It 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 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!
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
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
It 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?
Medical Fetish Phone Sex Calls Mean Anal Pain for Me
Medical fetish phone sex calls scare me. Anytime, anyone asks me what my medical fetish is, I go mute. I do not want to say I am into rough anal. I mean I do love a hardcore ass fucking, but most guys are more brutal than I could even imagine with my ass. My stepson has a private client who loves medical fetish flicks. He wants an asshole prolaplsed to the point you can put a zip tie on it and make the anus look like a pacifier. No thank you. But it is not like I have a choice. I wanted to spend Father’s day with my husband and my sons, but I was summoned. I had to lie to my family about where I needed to go in the middle of our celebration. I love my family, but my stepson controls me with blackmail and cocaine. I told him I did not have much time that I could be gone. I threatened him but I cannot back it up. I can never back it up. I am too afraid of losing my cushy life. I am just a perpetual fuck up. Everything was set up for a quick snuff porn, but I dreaded this. I saw the stirrups, speculum, the Ben-Gay and the zip ties. This was going to hurt. I sat in a gyno chair with my legs spread. He used a baseball bat to pull my asshole inside out. He put a zip tie on it, followed by some Ben-Gay. My eyes were burning but not like my prolapsed asshole. Hot damn, I was in pain. I was crying. A hardcore ass fucking is one thing. I can handle that. This was anal torture. I was bleeding. I could feel it. My stepson had the camera rolling. It was a live stream for his client. I would have said, who gets off on this kind of anal abuse, but I know plenty of you do. Anal torture sex keeps my phones ringing, but this was not a fantasy call. This was abuse. When I was allowed to leave, I could not sit to drive home. My asshole was still protruding out. Just another day in the life of a druggy whore.
Castration Phone Sex is Charity Sometimes
Castration phone sex is my specialty. Most of my calls are spent making tiny dick losers eunuchs. I do a lot of accomplice work too. Not that I do not love killing little bitches with you because I do. I hate brats and think the world needs less of them. But my passion is making this world a safer place for women like me. Men think with their dicks no matter how big or how small those dicks are. Men are impulsive. Most do not like to hear no. I recently started a side gig. In this #MeToo world many women are still not getting justice. Their attackers get off or are never brought to trial because in a he said she said world, the man usually wins. That’s not justice for women. Men who try to drug me or do not take no for an answer get one free junk removal. I have a castration and a medical fetish phone sex badge of honor, LOL. Why not do this for other women.
My fees are very reasonable. I will castrate a man on the word of another chick for $300-$500 no questions asked. I charge loser men $1500-$2000 for junk removal. This side gig is a passion project designed to get rid of men with inadequate equipment who do not know how to use it properly. I am being honest. The world is a better place without toxic masculinity. I did a job for free last night because a bunch of coeds sought me out for a frat boy who thinks his 4-inch nub is God’s gift to women. He likes to get coeds drunk and explore his rape phone sex fantasies. Not anymore. Used one of his victims as bait, and then I put him in my castration chair. They were all there with me holding knives to his junk when he woke up. He was strapped down and unable to fight. He was a big boy with a little dick. My first group castration project but it was therapeutic for those girls and wicked fun for me. This rich boy was never going to pay for his crimes, and he was going to just keep on shoplifting the pooty. No more. We took his balls as a collective. I know I am a cold-hearted bitch, but I have a charitable side. I may even take your junk for free too.