Category: Medical fetish phone sex

Boyfriend from hell

snuff sexI was rubbing on my boyfriend’s cock after watching some bad movies with him. I wasn’t into the whole rape fantasy he had in mind, to be honest, we only been dating about a month so I was a bit prudish. I wanted to be exciting and show him that I was fun. I guess I should have kept my hands to myself because he wasn’t going to let me tease him. I thought a hand job would do the trick but I was so wrong he was going to fuck the me till I bled. I kept yelling no and he was loving it. I was making his rape fantasy reality. I was wishing he was just playing with me but I quickly saw he was so serious. I had no choice but to take it. He was enjoying the snuff sex he was subjecting me to. I could tell he was so turned on by every scream I let out it just gave him more fuel to keep pounding me and choking me out.

Taboo Phone Sex Only: This Bitch is Not Your GFE

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex is the only kind of phone sex I engage in. I think being on a snuff site makes that clear. Apparently, there are a lot of dumb asses who can’t read who call me talking all sweet like baby this and baby that looking for the GFE experience. I offer the killer experience. I don’t do romantic calls. I don’t do romance period. Last guy that tried to cuddle with me, lost his testicles. He lost his will to cuddle ever again too. I don’t understand why guys think I am girlfriend material. I am Goth. I am violent, and I hate just about everyone.  The men I meet in person are just as dumb as the guys who call me looking for a girlfriend. I met Tom at Starbucks. It is a vice of mine, but I don’t give off the “I want to talk to strangers” vibe. Tom was clueless to my “leave me the fuck alone” social cues. Even after I bluntly said, “fuck off loser,” he still tried to get my cell number and my social media information. I don’t do any form of social media. I do not feel the need for other people to know when I piss and shit or see pictures of my food. I thought he got the message finally when I kneed him in the balls. Apparently, he needs schooled in the Me Too movement. Nothing says no like a kick in the balls. The dumb bastard followed me home. I knew he needed a stronger message. I invited him in, acted like I was playing hard to get and spiked his beer with a fast acting knock out pill. He woke up with his severed balls shoved in his mouth. I used a rusty old knife and let him bleed out a bit before I cauterized the wound. I informed him that since he was too dumb to understand no, he was too dumb to procreate. He was horrified when I gave him a mirror to see what was in his mouth. Let Tom be a lesson to you losers calling me some vanilla GFE bullshit. You are my victim or my accomplice, but never my lover. Never ever.

Castration Phone Sex Sunday

castration phone sexCastration phone sex Sunday means you get junk removal at the economic cost of a phone sex call. Normally, I charge a couple grand to remove some loser’s balls, but on Sundays, I feel charitable. I could take loser balls all day long. Nothing gives this sick bitch pleasure like ridding losers and assholes of the very thing they need to reproduce. Certain people should not be allowed to procreate. I bet you are one of them if you are still reading. Last night I chopped off a pair of hairy balls for free. The guy was not self aware. He didn’t want his testicles removed. In fact, he took their departure from his body hard. I bet you are wondering what would justify me taking a random stranger’s balls, right? He tried to force his loser dick in my mouth in a bar bathroom. If you ask me, he got off easy. I could have taken his entire dick. I should have removed his dick, but at least now he won’t be trying to force his puny wiener in any other woman. I carry several knives with me always. This one was tucked in the back of my pants. When he forced himself into the ladies’ room and pushed me on my knees, I grabbed it. He never saw it coming. He felt it when I sliced his balls off, however. The once macho attacker was now a bleeding, blubbering bitch boy. You will never have the upper hand on me. I am always expecting the worst behavior in men. Normally, when I take some one’s balls who has paid for junk removal, I cauterize the wound. I don’t care if you bleed out on the bathroom floor of a nightclub when you assault women.  I should have cut that loser’s dick off and used it to make an ass rape porn. I bet I could make a lot of money from a video where a nutless man got fucked in the ass with his severed dick.

 

Tinder Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Gone Bad

rape phone sex fantasiesDo you have rape phone sex fantasies? I am the force fuck queen. Men love to get rough with me on and off the phone. I had a Tinder date last night. He didn’t know my history as a submissive whore to daddy and his friends. I thought I could have some hot sex, smoke some weed and get rid of him. Justin had other plans. He didn’t want rough sex. He wanted to hurt me. He wanted to sodomize me. He even wanted to break my arm. I didn’t know guys like him were on Tinder. When I realized he was a masochistic asshole, I told him to leave.  He charged me in my own home. I was pinned to the wall with his hand around my throat. I kneed him in the balls to get free. That was not the smartest thing I have ever done before. It was a knee jerk reaction. Sometimes I am prepared to be abused, but this was not one of them. I ran for my phone once I broke free. I was going to call 911. I didn’t know this guy. That is what Tinder is. It is random hookups. He presented himself as a horny man into blondes and anal sex. Before I got my phone, he grabbed my arm. He twisted it behind my back, sending me to my knees. Suddenly, I was in intense pain. He said it was a spiral fracture and that if I continued to fight, I would have a lot more pain. For the next several hours I was his ass rape porn star. He forced his cock in my ass with no lube until I was bleeding and crying. He shot bloody jizz in my face, spit on me and reminded me he knew where I lived if I was thinking of calling the police. I went to the ER and said I fell down the stairs going to do the laundry.

New Toe Tags Means Fresh Dead Meat

necrophilia phone sexI fucking love it when I walk into work and see new toe tags.  I immediately strip naked and explore all my new dead playmates.  Letting my fingers slowly drape across their cold dead bodies.  I begin rubbing my already sopping wet cunt with my free hand.  So many cocks to play with.  Willing faces with open mouths to grind my pussy on.  Grabbing them by their hair as I cum all over their faces.  Riding lifeless cocks and having playtime with some cunts that never say no.  Yeah, I’m a necrophilia phone sex whore.  I fucking love both of my jobs.  I get to have as much sex with these corpses as I want, and then I get to talk to you and tell you all about my day at work.  What could be better than that?  Welcome to my dark world.

Fucking The Dead

sex with dead bodiesSitting alone at your laptop looking at pics of dead bodies and jacking your cock raw?  Something about their cold lifeless bodies really turns you the fuck on doesn’t it?  Knowing that it’s so taboo and you couldn’t dare tell any of your friends about your weird fetish.  It must get very lonely not having anyone to share in your enthusiasm over fucking the dead.  I knew at an early age that being a mortician was exactly what I wanted to do when I grew up. I’ve had the hots for cold dead corpses for as long as I can remember.  I love getting naked as soon as I get to work.  I put on some music, lock the door and fuck my way through the room.  Every day is different.  Different bodies, different fuck toys to do whatever I want to with them  No one will ever know what really goes on here.  Curious?  Call me and I may share some of my gory details with you.

Female Castration Phone Sex

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Wow, I never knew that female castration phone sex could be so hot and so much fun.  This pretty girl cam in today.  Apparently her boyfriend had caught her cheating and strangled her to death.  I had just seen a thing on TV about some countries castrating their young females so that they couldn’t experience any pleasure through sex.  How absurd is what I was thinking but then again, it would make an interesting collection to add to my many other collections I have.  You know, nobody checks to see if their loved one is missing a nipple or a clit.  Especially if they are going in the incinerator anyways.  I’ve removed all kinds of body parts and have them safely stored so I can admire them.  So, today started my new collection of clits.  All clits are not created the same.  I had so much fun cutting all the clits off of the women I didn’t think anyone would notice, but it just wasn’t enough.  I wanted to try it out on a live subject.  Luckily for me, the bar around the corner always has junkie whores outside who make easy victims.  She didn’t scream as much as I had hoped she would though.  I guess she was just too fucked up.  It was titillating though.  I think I’ll look for someone who’s not so fucked up that I can torture and have fun with.  I wanna hear the screams, the pleading, the begging for their measly little life.  Would you like to help me on my new endeavor?

 

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Castration Phone Sex Therapy

castration phone sexCastration phone sex keeps me busy. I am amazed at how many men want their junk removed-on and off the phone. Daily, I chop off some loser’s nuts on the phone. I used to have a profile on the dark net. I would take testicles and specialize in CBT encounters for pay.  I took it down last year because I was getting too many crazy men who took pleasure in giving me the runaround or would puss out when I pulled out my knife.  I still have some old CBT clients. Tim has been coming to me weekly for years for CBT play. I go rough on his cock and balls too. I use whips and paddles, along with my leather boots. I have busted a nut before kicking the shit out of his worthless balls. He texted me for a session this week. He wanted something different. This time, he wanted me to castrate him. Took him 5 years to realize he doesn’t deserve sexual pleasure. His wife cuckolds him too. He is just a sad sack born with a tiny dick. I have been waiting for the day that he would ask this question. He came over Wednesday night. He was sober when he arrived, but he didn’t stay that way for long. For castration to work best, the subject should be altered. I don’t have medical supplies and painkillers. I do have Jack Daniels. He did 5 shots quickly, then I strapped him down in my execution chair I converted for castration therapy. Taking a man’s balls is therapeutic for everyone. I blindfolded him because he is a big old pussy. I stretched his cock out on the castration bar, pulled his tiny balls thru the hole and snip snip. Just like that, they were gone. I cauterized the wound, so he wouldn’t bleed out. He wanted to keep his balls like a young boy wants to keep his tonsils. I put them in a jar of formaldehyde as a parting gift. He limped home with his balls a gift to his wife. I don’t ask questions. I chop balls, take the money and send them home. Who is next?

Kinky Taboo Phone Sex Slut

taboo phone sexWhen guys know you are a taboo phone sex slut, they like to push the boundaries; take you out of your comfort zone. I met Todd on Tinder. He was looking for a party slut who liked to get kinky. I was looking for free coke. We were in his living room doing lines of snow and sharing kinky fetishes and experiences. He wanted to show me his dungeon. He had a BDSM dungeon in his basement. It was perfect for keeping a prisoner because the walls were padded and sound proof. There were no windows. Once I was down there, I got nervous. I thought I may never be seen again if I went into the basement with him. He had quite a few devices for male torture too. I joked that I could be be the executioner when I saw his full body leather suit. It looked bad ass. He put it on and he looked like a medieval executioner. I thought he might have snuff sex ideas, but he didn’t. He wanted to torture my pussy and ass, but he didn’t want to kill me. He laid down on a bench. His face mask had a dildo with spikes attached as a mouth piece. He had me squat over his face. He held me up by my ass as he lowered me down on his mouth dildo.  It was a strange mixture of pleasure and pain. I was riding his face but getting fucked hard. I was squirting everywhere, but bleeding too. The dildo was tearing my cervical canal. What is wrong with me? He was likely ruining my pussy, or at the very least ensuring I couldn’t fuck for a while.  I am a true pain slut, but he took my pain to a new level.  I can’t wait to hook up with him again.

Sex with Dead Bodies

sex with dead bodiesSex with dead bodies is better than it sounds. I don’t date. I am not exactly the type of girl who excels in the online dating bullshit. I am a sadistic bitch. I have dark fantasies. I hate most people. I don’t look at men with googly eyes like most girls. I see a man and I just wonder if he is accomplice material or victim material. I don’t often look at a guy and say, “Damn, I’d like to fuck him.” But, I am a woman, with needs like any other woman. I have a mortician friend who lets me know when a fresh body comes in with what I need. What I don’t need is a small dick or romantic bullshit. I am like a praying mantis female. After sex, I just assume bite my lover’s head off than cuddle. Men only serve a purpose when they are helping me kill. My friend let’s me know if a man comes into the morgue with rigor mortis in the right places. I come in ride the donkey until I cum. I get off and I don’t feel the need to bite the head off my lover.  He can’t say anything annoying. He can’t attempt to cuddle or do small talk. Ideally, I prefer to kill them myself. It is more satisfying, but the problem with that is sometimes my desire for a nice cock is gone when the loser it is attached too begs for mercy and shit. At the morgue, it is just a hard cock. I hop on and hop off and a corpse can’t kill the mood like a live victim. My ideal lover is one who is willing to die for my sexual pleasure. Is that you? You most have a big cock and a desire to die quietly.