Category: Medical fetish phone sex

Castration Phone Sex: I May Take More Than Your Balls

castration phone sexCastration phone sex excites me. You would be surprised how many men seek ball removal.  I am a castration queen. I have no qualms about taking your balls on or off the phone. There are many reasons to take a man’s balls. The best reason is to save women from pathetic predators with tiny dicks. I guess you could say I am saving the world one set of balls at a time. Balls are a privilege, and some men just need their privileges revoked. That is where I come in. Sometimes, some pathetic loser will hire me to castrate him because he is too wimpy to do it himself.  Guys that come to me are self-aware enough to know they are either a degenerate pervert or a small dick loser. Elmore is my latest castration client.  I was prepared to surgically remove his balls. He paid me $10,000 for the job. I got some inspiration from torture sex porn, and castration videos. I do not remove balls in a nice clean fashion. If you want your testicles removed with a surgeon’s precision, you do not call me. You call a doctor.  I do research on my clients too. It helps me decide if I want to be humane or inflict as much pain as possible. Elmore is a degenerate who deserved to have his dick gone too.  He is a dead-beat daddy. He collects social security disability for drug addiction and he is a stupid anti-vaxxer spreading stupidity on social media. I would have taken his balls for free.

When he arrived, I got the payment upfront and strapped him to my castration chair.  He asked about all the plastic under the chair. I told him I did not want his blood to splatter on my carpet. I used a castration band to restrict the blood flow, then strapped his cock to the plank I added to my castration chair. I took his balls first, but I did not cauterize the wound. I let him bleed everywhere, hence the plastic tarp. He whined for a bit before I told him I was snuffing him out too. I went all Jack Torrence on him and chopped him up with an axe. It was hot to watch his body twitch, and blood spurt from his wounds. I felt Satan smiling. God too if you believe in him. No one but Elmore believed he deserved to live. Be careful when you ask an evil phone sex bitch to remove your balls. She just may take your life too.

Faggot With A Death Wish

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He was a faggot with a death wish! Sometimes I get lucky and the perfect victim for medical phone sex! A man who loves nails driven into his ball sack for A red Room Mistress! I get so fucking horny seeing balls tortured in some hot CBT therapy! I told him I would take those balls while nailed to the board and begin with my filet knife and slowly peel the skin from his balls making them ache and bleed like a peeled grapefruit that’s been cut too close to the pulp! He wants to be gangbanged and suck cock all night as I slowly cut all of his body parts off and before I set him a blaze for some roasted long pig he will cum from all the pain and his imminent death! To take up the scalpel again and dissect this worthless fagot filled with cum in his ass pussy and belly would be my biggest pleasure! I am all about torture and death and knife play phone sex of pathetic faggot losers like him, and you! knife play phone sex

Castration Phone Sex

Castration phone sexLooking for castration phone sex? I am a castration specialist. I do not just take the balls. Often I take the worthless dick too. There are too many of you assholes running around loose thinking their packages are the greatest things since sliced bred. I like to bring men back to reality. In my phone life, men call me and know they have worthless dicks and beg me to remove their testicles. In a bar at 4 am, some loser thinks he can take home the Goth girl. I am a predator. I hunt losers, sluts and brats. I have no tolerance for any of them. When this leisure suit Larry mother fucker came up to me at last call, I knew I had my mark. He did not try to roofie me like most men. He had that going for him, but he was still in denial. He had the comb over hair and the white man’s overbite when he talked. He thought he was smooth and he thought I was desperate. I do not need men. If I want to fuck, I will hire a male stud and tell him not to speak to me. Leisure suit Larry thought if I was still alone in a bar at last call, I would fuck whatever schmuck was left. I was just weeding out the losers from the studs. When we got back to his place, I roofied his drink. He was easy to manhandle. I stripped him naked, tied him to his bed and used one of his kitchen knives to remove his nuggets. His cock was average. He was not a total jack ass. He was just a loser with no game and unrealistic expectations. I cauterized the wound with a hot frying pan. In the end he thanked me. That was a first from an unsuspecting victim. He will live, but he will never fuck again. He is a neutered pup now. Are you ready to part with your balls too?

Bloody Phone Sex Fun

bloody phone sexI am a bloody phone sex whore. I find blood sexy. I am not the only one either. I met this guy at a fetish club who is into hematolaghia. It is pretty much folks who get off on blood.  He convinced me to let him have some of my blood for sex play. I was nervous of course. Trusting a man to cut you gives him a lot of power. I mean he could drain you dry and kill you like a vampire. I was hesitant but aroused. He was handsome and hung like a horse. I wanted to please him, so I let him cut me. He made a few cuts on my tender flesh and my bright red blood dripped down over my boobs. I felt like Carrie at the prom. He added his blood to the mix. Bright red rivers of blood cascaded over my tits and down to my cunt. He used our blood as lube to fuck me. He pushed his bloody cock in my ass and my pussy. I was bleeding and in pain, but my cunt was on fire. I was so turned on playing in our blood. He would not let me cut him. I understood. I was the submissive taboo phone sex whore. He was the master I met in a fetish club. I started to rub my blood in my tits, and he got pissed. He was mad that the blood started to fade from my tits. He put the knife to my neck and made a huge slice across my throat. He gave me a Colombian necktie. I was choking on my blood. It was spewing out my throat. I was going to bleed out or drown in my blood. Either way, I should never have trusted a stranger to slice my flesh.

Georgia’s Medical Play Fantasy

medical fetish phone sexToday mommy took me to her personal gyno today! She said the big hot men love taking care of girls like me. This makes my excited pussy wet for when they spread me open and place their toys inside of me to see deep into my inside. When I place my feet on those stirups and spread my knees apart, I love seeing the fascination all over their faces as the take tool after tool to give me cuts and see what changes and the moves it makes my body do! Such young smart ones too, they know exactly how to make a girl like me scream. They even had out a whole camera to watch and jerk off to my bloody scream later!

Snuff Movies and Organ Harvesting

snuff moviesSnuff movies are real. People kill and torture others for all sorts of reasons, but profit is the number one reason. The last thing I remember, I was having drinks with a guy at a bar. The next thing I knew I woke up in a very cold room, bound and gagged. I was scared, but I was not alone. There were other girls in the room too. Some alive, some dead. I freaked out. What the fuck was going on? I was not sure. I could see some of the dead bodies. They had open wounds on their stomach and were missing their eyes. It was a gruesome discovery. This was some sort of black market organ stealing. That was the only thing that made sense. Who ever drugged me and brought me here, was selling me for parts. It was an organ harvesting operation. I was so cold. I could not move. I could smell fear and death. Some of the women were crying. I just had to figure out how to survive. We have all heard urban legends about shit like that. Wake up missing a kidney.  I think this was a snuff sex operation, however. They were not going to just take a kidney. They were going to take everything they could from me and leave me for dead. A guy came in and grabbed me and this other girl from the meat locker. They put us on side by side tables and started cutting. No anesthesia. No pain blockers. They just cut into my flesh and took out a kidney as I watched. I was in shock. All the blood. All the pain. I was not surviving this. No one could survive this. I had no idea what pain was until this moment. This was worse than any other fantasy phone sex call ever. One I was not coming back from.

Bondage Phone Sex and Anal Torture

bondgae phone sexI have no official training in bondage phone sex. I just know men love to restrain me in uncomfortable positions and do bad things to me. Even my stepson enjoys restraining me. When he comes over with ropes, chains, spreader bars, and a ball gag, I worry. I know he is in a mood. And that mood never goes well for me. Last time he came over with that kind of BDSM equipment, he live streamed our encounter. He beat the crap out of me. This time was no different. He needed money and I am his easiest means for making fast money. I do not understand the world of cryptocurrency, but he makes good money live streaming our encounters. Plenty of men in the world with mommy issues. Viewers pay in Bitcoins to watch the stream and they tip extra to watch him do certain things to me. Just when I think things cannot get worse, they do. This last stream a man paid 100 Bitcoins to watch me double fisted raw. I have no clue how much money that is. I suspect if it turned out to be pennies, he still would have done it. He put me in his office chair with my legs over the armrests. I had a ball gag in my mouth and my ankles were bound with my arms pinned behind the chair. He widened my asshole with a speculum first for his audience. They were eating it up because I could hear the dings of Bitcoin tips. He cranked it as wide as it would go. He ripped it out then while my ass was gaped, clasped his hands together making one fist and thrust inside me. Even a seasoned ass rape porn star would have screamed, bled and shit herself. I was in so much pain, but my muffled screams just turned him and his audience on more. It was torture. Anal torture. And it lasted hours. I do not think I will ever shit right again.

Castration Phone Sex Fantasy Vs Reality

castration phone sex I get Ims and emails daily about castration phone sex. So many losers in the world who know they have worthless balls but are too wimpy to do it themselves. Apparently, they are too stupid to know how this works either. On the phone it must be role play because I am not there to really take your balls, even though many times I wish I were. In my personal life, I castrate guys often. They pay me thousands of dollars, not $2.00 a minute, LOL. On the phone, we either simulate what it would be like to have your balls removed by a bad ass bitch, or you have a sharp knife handy and be prepared to call 911 after our call. Phone castration is fantasy phone sex. Logic would make you think that most men would know that, but some losers think I can come right on over with my knife collection and cut off their balls. This is phone sex, not an escort service. The men whose balls I take in real time have either paid me handsomely or just pissed me off that much like Gerry last week. Small dick loser who thought he could talk down to me. He made a couple wrong assumptions. First, he assumed I wanted to fuck him. Hell, no. I have standards and he did not meet any of them. Two, he thought he could insult me. Maybe that works on insecure women, but I am not insecure. I thought I left the loser in the bar, but he followed me home. Well, he followed me to my kill shack in the woods because I realized he was following me. He never left the cabin. I cut off his balls and his dick and left him outside bleeding, so the wild animals would tear him apart limb by limb. Gerry paid with his life for being a tool. If you are lucky, you just pay for a call and some extreme CBT torture sex.

Babysitter Phone Sex is my specialty

Babysitter phone sex

Babysitter Phone Sex is my specialty. I love to babysit and turn those tots into little punching bags. Slipping in some Benadryl in their juice and having them all knocked out. I call up my best fuck buddy over who has a great pcock, and together, we violate these littles together.
We both love to lick their tiny slits and finger fuck them so good. They are half asleep, but I don’t stop being mean. I begin to pull their hair and pinch them all for my amusement while my fuck buddy slides his juicy pcock deep in their tiny assholes.
It gets so wet to see him torture them, and when we are out by the pool, I even make them my little fun game and drown them for a bit and let them come up for air just in the Knick of time. The torture is excellent. They are so young they can’t even form a few sentences—what a wild hot adventure.

 

Castration Phone Sex Fantasy

castration phone sexThink you want castration phone sex? You would be surprised how many men do. They lack the balls to take their balls. Pun intended, LOL. That is where I come in. I am not afraid to chop off a man’s balls. Let’s be honest for a moment. If a man wants his balls removed, is he a man? I do not think so. I think I need to step in and chop those worthless nuggets off for a loser who cannot muster the guts to do it himself. Many find me from my ads on the dark web. Some I find all on my own, like Terry. He is a neighbor. Turns out he is a peeping Tom too. I was up late on calls, and I heard something in the yard. So did my dog. There was Terry with his face pressed against the bedroom window. I was in my dungeon which is in the front of the house. I ran outside with Billie my Rottweiler who is very protective of me. She stopped him from hopping the fence. I told him he could come inside, or I would call the cops. He chose to come inside. Did I mention he is a schoolteacher? Total pervert and I had no idea until last night. Once he was inside, I told him I was old school. I still believe in an eye for an eye punishment. I used my taser on him to make him more manageable. I put him in my castration chair to take his worthless testicles. This chair has killed criminals in the past. Now, it is castrating perverts. The way to stop a peeping Tom is to take away his dirty urges. The way to do that is to remove his balls. I separated his cock from his balls. One slice and they were dog food. Billie loves eating worthless balls. I used a hot skillet to cauterize his wound. And I sent the loser back home with his balls. I am a cock and balls torture sex queen. I have no problem treating your man bits like Mike Tyson’s opponent.