Category: Medical fetish phone sex

Medical Fetish Phone Sex

medical fetish phone sexMedical fetish phone sex calls are not what I get a lot. And I am grateful for that because every time a guy says he has a medical fetish I get a pit in my stomach. It is always some sort of wicked torture beyond any threshold a pain slut could have. This call was no different. Honestly, I should have hung up or said I had an appointment. The first thing he asked me was if I had Ben Gay. That was followed by if I had Q-tips. Most women over 30 have both.  That pit in my stomach grew bigger because I had a good guess about what he wanted me to do. I sat down on my bed and spread my legs, then my cunt. I grabbed a leather belt to bite down on because I knew it was going to hurt like a bitch. I also knew where I was putting it. He had no interest in putting that Q-tip in my pussy. We both knew that hole was a canyon compared to my urethra. He called it the 4th wonder on a woman’s body after the pussy, the ass and the mouth. I have had sounding devices in my pee hole before, and I piss glass and blood for days after it hurts so much.  I bit down on that leather strap and braced myself for pain. I much prefer snuff porn roleplays to torturing my own body. My eyes were welling up in anticipation. I did the best I could. I tried to jab the cotton tip down my pee hole. It was hard to talk, bite and shove at once, but I did it. And it hurt. It burned something awful, and it hurt like nothing else. Blood came back up on the Q-tip. My caller just laughed and told me thanks for playing before he nutted and hung up. I am still burning when I pee, but as long as u are happy, I am happy.

Addicted to Castration Phone Sex

castration phone sexCastration phone sex will always be my favorite type of call. I do love being a snuff queen too, but I take perverse pleasure in separating a man from his family jewels. Like more pleasure than I should. I am not picky about whose nuts I sever either. I will take them from a man who looks at me wrong. Big dicks or small dicks, I take all balls. It is true that I mostly take the balls of small dicked losers and tools who do not understand the term consent. But I have taken the nuts of men who most women would fuck in a heartbeat. I am not most women. I do not fall for a nice body and a pretty face. Hell, even a big wallet does not impress me much. I met Trevor at a Goth bar. He was dressed all wrong, so he stood out. His metrosexual pretty boy looks told me he was either lost or too drunk to realize he walked into a bar where the chicks would eat him alive. He came right to me too. I rolled my eyes, sighed and then mind fucked him. He was too drunk to understand my body cues or even the words that were coming out of my mouth. He was a sloppy drunk. A rude one too. He followed me into the unisex bathroom. He pushed the door open and fell on his face. Now, I knew I could overpower him. I had sobriety on my side. He was quasi lucid but mumbling so much I could not understand him. He lost his balls that night. My guess he does not remember the sexy Goth goddess with the serrated knife who chopped off his balls in the bathroom of a Goth bar. I left him passed out on the floor face down. I knew folks would just step over him to pee and never realize his balls were gone. I gave him a shot to knock him out and blur his already impaired mind. I am sure he woke up when the bar closed, but by then I was long gone. I just enjoy the torture sex of male genitals. It is kind of my addiction and I never mind removing a set of family jewels.

Strangulation Phone Sex Fun

strangulation phone sexStrangulation phone sex is hot as fuck. I love erotic asphyxiation. I used to use pantyhose and stockings, even silk scarves to get off as I masturbated. I am a pain slut. Daddy made me that way. He was the one who first strangled me while fucking my brains out. It is no secret that daddy was a mean son of a bitch. He did not have a daughter. He had a whore. And he used me like one. Decades later, I am still striving for a fix of erotic asphyxiation. I put an ad out on Tinder for some erotic asphyxiation fun. I was bombarded with PMs. Lots of men love the idea of fucking a woman and choking her out. I bet you have even thought about it too or maybe tried it on yourself.

Jeremy came over last night. He was the winner of my Tinder search. I wanted his young cock. He wanted to choke a bitch while making an ass rape porn video. He brought plenty of supplies. He had a variety of things to choke me with, but in the end, he used his hands while he ravaged my pink asshole. I would get close to passing out, then I would cum because erotic asphyxiation is fucking hot. I wanted to choke him too, but he would not let me. He said I was the snuff star. This was about choking me out. I thought he might kill me. I mean accidents happen all the time. People die from exploring erotic asphyxiation every year. I did not want to be a statistic. I just wanted to cum and get fucked hard. I passed out a few times but woke back up from him slamming his cock in my ass. Finally, he left. I survived but I have a black and blue ring around my throat. Good thing it is turtleneck weather.

My Speciality is Castration Phone Sex

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is my specialty, yet daily some looser IMs me with a “What’s up Boo,” or “I cannot wait to fuck you,” or even worse, “You gonna drain these nuts, bitch?” Those losers are stupid and do not read. We have bios and blogs for a reason. I do not do submissive calls. I do not do fuck calls. At least not your traditional fuck calls. I am a sick bitch. I carry a big knife and I am not afraid to use it. I castrate men who think they can make me their bitch. In what planet do I look or sound like the kind of girl who takes Daddy’s dick? I was born into this world to be a sick bitch. I was raised to be a dominant bitch. I do not do typical fuck calls. I am a sadistic phone sex bitch who enjoys your pain, anyone’s pain. The last loser who tried to fuck me with his worthless pecker got his dick cut off with his balls. I turned his balls into earrings. Men need to take heed of me. I am a Goth chick with a perverted mind. There is not an ounce of me who is submissive. I do not care how big your dick is or how much money you have either. You are my victim or my accomplice. I will cut off a big dick as easily as I will chop off a worthless pecker if you try to treat me like your bitch. Chris was Iming me all last night with misogynistic words. He got a much different call than he wanted. That is because the caller is never always right with me. I am right. What I say goes. I am not playing the part of some love sick submissive bitch just because you pay for it. I took his dick and his balls. And I will take yours too if you try to make me your bitch, your victim or your girlfriend. Consider yourself warned.

how about some bloody phone sex ?

bloody phone sex

When I’m asked about my specialties, I always exclaim im the best butt fuck in town. My asshole indeed gets pounced so much that I have lost feeling, and the only way I can feel any sensation is if someone makes it bleed. The thing is, when you are a whore like me, you are run thru, and you get fuck like crazy, and it is all fun and games till you lose the ability to cum hard. When I noticed that, I panicked and began to try to find the fleeting feeling. The only way I got close was to bleed once I got my holes. That’s when all the sensation comes back. It’s a tough pill to swallow, but now I am all for blood and fucking, so if you want some bloody phone sex, you have the perfect victim.

Castration Phone Sex Through the New Year

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Castration phone sex Christmas? Christmas may have come and gone, but I am still castrating losers. Ball removal is my gift to me. I have quite the collection this year too. I have severed more testicles this month than I have all year. I had no clue there were so many losers around who needed to part with their balls. I met one such loser at Walmart last night. I hate going to Walmart. Only the dregs of society shop at Wally World. My phone charger died on me, and it was the only place open in the middle of the night to get a new one. I sucked it up and the first person I meet is a douche bag player who thought he could pick up a Goth chick in Walmart. I would never date or hook up with some leisure suit Larry I met at Walmart. He stalked me. He harassed me. And when he got pissy after I rejected him, I decided he need a free ball removal. I was not even going to charge him. This castration was on me. I played his game. I got him to think he was in control luring me back to his apartment. I know he thought he was going to bang me. I mean I am not desperate. I am never desperate. He did not deserve to live thinking I was going to fuck him. Men are so delusional. I do not pick up guys in Walmart. I spiked his drink when he was not looking. He woke up tied to a chair naked. I stuffed my panties in his mouth which was as close to my hot pussy as he was going to get. Torture sex ensued when I whacked his balls off with a kitchen knife. I could have cauterized the wound, but he annoyed me. I mean who hits on women at 1 am in a Walmart? No man that deserves to reproduce. No clue if he bled out or if he was able to get some help. I left his severed balls on the table with a Christmas bow. If he survives and gets his balls reattached, they will never work like they once did. I made him a eunuch for Christmas.

Christmas Castration Phone Sex

castration phone sexIt was a castration phone sex Christmas for me. It is a tradition for me. I have no family alive anymore, but that does not give me the holiday blues. I always find some poor sap who wants to spend Christmas with me. Some schmuck who overestimates my need for him.  I was sitting at a bar alone last night. I knew someone would approach me. Someone always does. They falsely assume I am desperate and lonely. They think I am an easy lay. They think they are doing me a favor by taking me home. Cannot play the player. This loser fell into my lap so easily last night. He had cheesy pick-up lines, and back-handed compliments. Just some loser who has to troll for pussy. He will not be trolling any more because I took his nuts. I could have killed him. Perhaps, I should have killed him. I wanted him to be scarred for life and I wanted him to have a memory that would never fade. He will never troll for another chick again because I neutered him. I took is balls in his own bed. He never saw it coming either. He had me pinned on his bed, but I was not helpless. My big sharp knife was nearby. And that knife sliced his testicles off with one swipe. The look on his face was priceless. I do not think he felt it until he saw the blood. It was like the alcohol and shock numbed the initial pain, but once he saw the blood and his severed balls, he knew what happened. He fell over and I had to decide if this was just torture sex, or a snuff date. I went into his kitchen and heated up a pan. Then I cauterized his wound. He will have a nasty scar, but he will live, and he will never fuck again. He will not underestimate women ever again either.

Torture Sex Streaming

torture sexSundays are for torture sex. My son is so violent towards me sometimes, but I know he loves me. He always brings me coke. I understand nothing in life is free though. When he brings me a big bag of coke, I know he wants to live stream me. His viewers love seeing him get rough with me. I am his cash cow and during the holidays he always needs more cash. I was not surprised seeing him. I was glad actually because I needed more coke to get through the holiday week. I was in some daisy dukes and an old wife beater tee shirt. My flabby ass and saggy titties were hanging out. My pancake makeup was hiding my old bruises. My face and body look older than they are because of my party lifestyle. My son set up the video equipment and stripped me naked.  He tied me to the chair in front of the camera. I heard the Bitcoin sounds as men paid him to violate me. My ass is always up for destruction.  His viewers love ass rape porn. I am not just his anal whore. He does fuck me, but it is so much more violent than just anal sex. He chokes me. He prolapses my asshole then zip ties it and makes me dangle and shake it at the camera. He put Ben Gay on it and milked it like it was a cow udder. It was so embarrassing and degrading. I could hear the Bitcoins dropping though the more he abused my asshole. He even tased it, causing me to piss myself. His fan base really enjoyed that. I thought this was going to be a quick 30-minute session, but it went on for hours. He needed a lot of money, and his viewers were generous. He was not going to stop just because his cash cow was hurting. He made it worth my while though. I got a huge bag of coke to soften the blow.

Castration Phone Sex is a Gift

castration phone sexI was surprised how many men want castration phone sex for the holidays. Many men want to ring in the new year without balls. Guess what? I am more than happy to remove your balls. They are overrated and the cause of so many problems in this world. Men are slaves to their nuts and that makes them do stupid shit. I have a running ad on the dark net for ball removal. Many guys wuss out. They contact me, even agree to my payment, but never show up. I was not expecting Trevor to show up, but he did. He was excited about having his nut sack removed. I rarely see a man so happy to say bye bye to his nuts as him. I had my castration chair ready. I had it decked out for the holidays with garland and Christmas lights. I had all my knives lined up and ready to use. Even had a soldering pen on hand to cauterize the wound. He paid me the ten thousand in cash that I asked. This was like stealing candy from a brat. I thought this was easy. Then I saw him naked. The biggest ball sack I have ever seen. Nuts I would expect to see on an elephant or a horse, but not a 5’7 man. I think he must have had some sort of ailment for them to be that big. I did my best to get a castration band around that huge ball sack, but nothing I had was big enough, so I tied them off with rope. Took longer than usual to turn purple. No knife was severing his balls. I used a box cutter. There was a lot of blood. That little pen did nothing because it was a gaping wound. I had to use a heated frying pan. I got his balls gone, but it was pure torture sex for him with such a large nut sack. I get why he wanted them gone. Sitting on a bowling ball cannot be comfortable. That was the first castration I have done that required so much labor. If I could take his bowling ball nuts, I can take yours.

The Ass of an Ass Rape Porn Star

taboo phone sexThis is what the ass of an ass rape porn star looks like. It is not pretty. Some guys like a used up ass. Some simply do not care because they plan to make my ass look worse or they are just using me to nut. I encountered a guy last night who wanted take photos of my prolapsed ass. He wanted to fuck me too, even torture me a little more, but he began with pictures. I bet you re wondering why I would do something like this. Why I would let men ruin my asshole for their pleasure. That is easy. I am a coke fiend. I need my coke more than I need respect or a pretty asshole. Since my husband keeps the finances on lock down, I must get creative when it comes to scoring coke or earning money to buy coke. This guy made me some promises, so I let him torture sex the shit out of my already used asshole. It began with pictures. Then he wanted to see what else he could do to my asshole. He put Icy Hot on my prolapse, and my asshole and my eyes started to burn from the pain. That shit was intense even for an anal whore like me. That was nothing compared to what came next. He picked up a stick. A dirty stick that was on the ground of this abandoned house where we were partying. He tried to poke my asshole back inside, but what happened was he ripped my anal wall. I could feel the blood trickling down my ass and leg. He just laughed and snapped more pictures. He picked up rocks and stoned my ass too. There was nothing off limits to him. I put up with it not just because I am a taboo phone sex whore, but because I wanted coke. I got my coke, and my ass was ruined a little more.