I need a torture sex would be painful but when I got with him he told me he wanted me to be his pain whore. My boyfriend at the time wanted to tie me up and use me with all his friends. Of course I had my reservations but I didn’t want to tell him that all I really wanted was to make him happy. At any cost I wanted him to be content even if it meant that he was going to abuse me and make me bleed. The pain really gets to like he is King. Although I want him to or not hurting me I won’t stop if it makes him happy and gets that boner ready to pop out for me. You know I am addicted to him.
Category: Medical fetish phone sex
Snuff Phone Sex is What You Get with This Goth Girl
Snuff phone sex is what you get with me. You do not have to be a brain surgeon to understand I am not your girlfriend, and I am not your bitch. Every fucking day though I encounter some fucking loser who calls me baby or mommy or any else such nonsense. I hate brats. I hate most men. I am not a weak woman who changes who she is for a buck or a man. I do not feel the need to be coupled up because I am still single in my 30s. No biological clock is ticking for me because I do not want any brats. I know this one guy from a Goth bar I go to often. He has been a staple there since I started going to this bar when I was 21. Maybe younger too. I have never hung out with him. He knows to leave me alone. The other night, however, he thought he would chat up this snuff porn maker. He did what mothers do to women. He started asking when I was going to get married and talking about how I will be too old to procreate. I would have shanked him right there if it was not a public setting. My grandpa trained me better than that. I spiked his drink then let him take me home. We went to my place. I am always prepared for some torture at my place. Since I never know what tool, I might meet or what annoying brat may piss me off, I have a dungeon for torture always ready to go. This Goth boy thought I was going to introduce him to my mommy. I killed her a decade ago. What a fucking delusional loser he was. I will never marry. And clearly, I will kill any man who thinks I should be some flower lost in her husband’s shadows. I had no real reason to explore my killer phone sex bitch with him, but I was in a mood and his comment pushed me over the edge. Now there is a dead Goth boy who is missing his cock. He had a Prince Albert piercing. I took his piercing out as a souvenir before I tossed his severed dick to the wolves with the rest of his body. Consider yourself warned. If I can kill one of my own, I can kill you too.
rough sex till i bleed
Rough sex till I bleed, please I love it. Bloody phone sex is a must with me. Daddy puts coke in front of me. My daddy tells me to do lines till I get horny. Yes, it goes straight to my clit. Watch me beg for that cock. I am always begging for that cock. There’s nothing that I need more than blow and rough sex. My master makes me call him daddy.
When he fucks me, it’s always roughly. Oh, how my pussy quivers when he’s around; my body can feel his presence.
Watch daddy fuck me hard till I bleed all over. Gosh, with each thrust, a blood-curdling scream creeps out of me. Daddy, don’t stop keep using me and make me your coke whore always.
Domination Phone Sex with a Sexy Switch Who Will Take Your Balls and Micro Penis
He called me for domination phone sex because he knows I am a sexy switch. He was a total pansy with a small dick. He did not need that dick that was how small it was. It was a micro penis. I say was because now he has no dick or balls. Oh, do not feel sorry for him. He had it coming. He wanted his junk gone. Okay, maybe he did not want his dick gone, but once I ruined his balls, I was not in the mood to stop there. I have a philosophy. If your dick is less than 3 inches, what is the point? On a good day it looks like a clit. On a bad day, it is a frightened turtle hiding in its shell. I love castration phone sex calls. Yes, I know castration is the removal of the testicles, but some guys are just so annoying or so worthless or both like this caller, that I want to take the entire kit and caboodle.
Blake had been IMing me for months. Really, he was yanking my chain to the point I have had murderous fantasies about him. I never thought he would call me. I thought he was just some broke wank. Turns out he is a wank, but not so broke. He just cannot get a woman unless he pays for her. Sound like you? Blake is not that different from most of my pathetic loser callers. Perhaps no one else has wanked me as hard for months before, but he was just desperate for female contact that messaging me incessantly at least gave him contact with a hot woman. He knew when he called though just how pissed off I would be. I did not stop at the torture sex of his balls. I took his micro penis too. The funny thing is I chopped it off with a regular old steak knife. Not a very sharp blade, but small worthless wieners are not hard to cut off. I likely will never hear from Blake again. Only so much you can do with a man once you have neutered him. Some of you losers are just so pathetic you will do anything to get my attention, even beg for castration.
Gyno Appointment Gone Wrong: Medical Fetish Phone Sex…
I didn’t realize till it was too late that I accidentally booked my gynecologist appointment with a hardcore medical fetish phone sex office. Imagine my surprise when I showed up and all the medical professionals were in full latex gear. Sometimes I just am too innocent for my own good. Honestly, I just assumed they were extra sanitary and the latex was the easiest to keep clean. However, once I made my way back to the exam table and removed my clothes my suspicions had me a little on edge. Suddenly my mouth was filled with a ball gag and I knew I was really in trouble. When the doctor came in filled my tight hairless pussy with his speculum and cranked it as wide
as he could. He complimented my insides as he inspected them with his fingers and tongues.
He took clamps and folder my pussy lips back to make his view inside my labia more clear. The naughty nurse with him clamped my nipples and when I winced from pain sucked and licked them till I moaned out. Suddenly the doctor pulled out his cock and began to play inside my hole still stretched wide. This was only the start of their fun, he said he wanted to do a full inspection of all my dirty little whore holes. He fucked my pussy till he came, then his nurse cleaned me out, sucking all his nut from the inside of me with a soft-tipped straw then pulled the speculum out. Next, it was my ass hole, but first I would be precleaned and spread while the doctor took a break. It was going to be a long appointment it would seem.
Destroy Your Foreign Teen Virgin Bride’s Asshole

In my country, it is completely legal for men such as yourself to get young girls like me as brides, having as many as 10 young wives at your disposal. All 10 of us are in your home, cleaning for you, fucking you and making you our king. What you really want, however, is to dominate us in ways that you never could in your country. I’ve seen what you have done to your other wives. They come out bruised, scarred and mutilated if they even come out at all. I am wife number 7 and you tell me to come into your bedroom. I cry all the way to your room and am horrified at the sight once I walk in. Blood is on the sheets, scalped hair is all over the floor and I see the decaying remains of a finger that you chopped off of my sister wife on your nightstand. You tell me to lay in bed with you. Not soon after I get on the bed do you choke me and bang my head against the bedroom wall.
My head is bleeding out and you take that time to fantasy rape my asshole. I cannot scream due to the intensity of the head injury, but I feel every ounce of pain. Then, you hook me up to a machine that I recognize is to draw blood. I have only known it to be used for sick people, but I am injured. You prick me and allow the machine to take lots and lots of my blood. I feel even more faint as I am losing blood from two ends. It is like you would rather preserve my blood than my life. I try to beg you to stop, but you tape my mouth as you take more and more of my blood. I lose consciousness, knowing this is how I will die.
Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Can Be Fulfilled
Murder phone sex fantasies? Anyone? I know there is some one you want to kill. Maybe you cannot kill your wife or your boss because suspicion immediately falls on you, but we can find a surrogate for you to kill and that is almost as rewarding. I had this guy over the weekend who wanted to murder his girlfriend. She cheated on him. Personally, I thought he was a whiny loser. Your girlfriend cheats on you? Maybe you are the problem. Ditch her and date someone new. He could not kill her because he would be the scorned boyfriend. But we could find a girl in a different county who looked like her. We could make some killer phone sex memories with a girl who looked just like her. Since he was paying me, I took all the risk so he could have all the fun. I drugged her drink, and walked out of the bar with her. Led her straight to her death. I had nothing against her personally. This was simply business. I mean a girl must eat, right?
We drove to my kill shack in the middle of nowhere to off the bitch. My client could not believe how closely she resembled his cheating girlfriend. He wanted to force fuck her before we killed her. When he pulled out his tiny dick, I knew exactly why his woman cheated on him. Men with small dicks should be used to cheating girlfriends. I mean this loser had maybe 3 inches hard. No way this surrogate girlfriend would even realize she was the victim of his rape phone sex fantasies. He fucked the girl. He killed her too. Then I gave him a hard dose of reality. Women are going to cheat on you dude. I mean you have a small dick. I told it too him straight, but he did not take it well. He thought he could fuck me, so he got a free castration. Now, he will not have to worry about cheating girlfriends because he will not have any more girls in his life, LOL.
Knife Play Phone Sex Prolongs the Pain and the Agony
Knife play phone sex is the most fun a sadistic Goth bitch can have with you. I love to kill and torture. My knives can do so many things. I can castrate you. I can kill you. I can carve my initials into you. I can gut you like a pig. I had this pervert in my basement for a week. It is a lot longer than I normally keep a victim, but I really needed him to suffer. He is just some rich douche bag who thinks his money can buy any woman, and get him out of trouble too. The buck stopped with me. No more privilege for this fucker. He tried to spike the drink of the wrong girl. Clearly, he has not seen flicks like Promising Young Woman and the ilk. Some women are not weak. Some women cannot have their silence bought after you either explore your rape phone sex fantasies with them, or at least try. No one gets the upper hand on me. I am skilled at spotting the predators and setting them up.
The first thing I did with this worthless fucking douche bag was remove his testicles. He did not deserve to have them. I normally just castrate and release these sorts of predators because I want them left with the constant reminder that they will never fuck again. This asshole though, I wanted to kill. But I wanted him to feel helpless and victimized first. I wanted him to feel the pain I was afflicting for a long time. It has been a torture sex week for this loser. Not only did I castrate him, but I also carved him up. I cut words into his flesh like Predator, and Rich Douchebag. I cut his dick in little slivers like a tube of salami. This rich, entitled predator tried to fuck the wrong woman and he paid for it with his life. I am never the victim guys. You are.
Castration Phone Sex, Snuff and Revenge are Things I Love
You might be surprised how many men are truly into castration phone sex. It is mind boggling to me that men want to willingly part with their balls. I will castrate a man who is willing or not. I castrate men who think their balls are an entitlement to force fuck women every day of the week for free. But men who willingly want their balls gone I will charge a hefty fee. Either you piss me off and I castrate you, or you pay me to castrate you. Sometimes, a guy hires me to castrate him, then tries to piss me off so I take his balls for free because he is a broke ass loser. That shit does not fly with me. One thing many men do not realize about me is that I am an expert hacker. I make a lot of money doing snuff phone sex. I supplement with hired castrations and kills, but my real money is in hacking. Men and women alike hire me to find out hidden financials, dirty secrets and affairs on folks that they can use for blackmail or in divorce proceedings. I have access to a loser’s bank account before he arrives for a castration appointment. Ian paid me half up front, and the rest would be paid after I chopped his balls off. Well, he tried to skip bail and not pay anything. He wanted his balls gone. He said he was a pervert who would get arrested if they were not removed. I found his stash of P porn when I hacked his computer. I could send him to prison for a long time. P men like him are brutalized daily in the pen. It is called karma. I decided to take his balls. Drain his bank accounts and report him to the police. I did not care that he liked littles porn. I cared that he tried to get me to cut his balls off for free. Because he was such a weasel, I used a rusty blade and I did not cauterize the wound. I dropped him off at a park near his house, made a 911 call from his own phone and told them that a tender age diddler got what was coming to him. I doubt anyone will seek justice for the pervert once they see what is on his computer. Do not ever cross a sadistic phone sex bitch.
Strangulation Phone Sex and Torture for Pervert Stepdaddies
Do you like strangulation phone sex? I sure do. The first person I ever strangled was my stepfather. He crawled into my bed one night and thought he could molest me. He had no idea what a sick bitch I already was. I did not kill him that first night though. I squeezed his throat hard and kneed him in the groin to get him off me, then screamed bloody murder until my mother came into the room. She believed me because she found him in my room with his pants down. Hard to explain that. She kicked the bastard to the curb. I left marks on his neck from trying to choke him out. I have not seen that poor bastard in over 20 years, but guess what? He walked into my Goth bar and sat next to me. He had no clue who I was either. I slipped a roofie in his beer when he was not looking. When it kicked in, I took him to my car and drove him to my cabin in the woods. I was finally going to get my revenge. I planned on strangling him because it was long overdue. But torture sex first. If you have a dick but do not know how to use it for good, I am going to take it away from you. When my dear old ex stepdaddy woke up, I twisted a scalpel down his urethra, making him scream in agonizing pain. I attached a shock device to his balls too sending painful electrodes through his body with every movement. I was not done yet. I have lots of torture devices I inherited form my grandpa. He was a collector of the macabre. I have this Victorian torture device called a Jugum Penis. It looks like a bear trap. It is old and rusty too, but once the trap snaps closed it’s like having your junk in a mouse trap with teeth. While he screamed and cried in pain, I straddled his chest and strangled him to death yelling at him, “Remember me now, pervert?” He should have died when I was a schoolgirl. But he is my snuff porn star now. And like I said, better late than never.










