Category: Medical fetish phone sex

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.

Bloody Phone Sex

bloody phone sexI’m having a bloody good time tonight. All these bodies. Bloody Phone Sex is what I’m into tonight. I have a load of bodies going to the crematorium so tonight, there are mine to play with.  The first thing I do when I come into work, is strip down.  Examine what’s come in for the day.  Then I have all these fantasies about what could have happened if they had run into me or my friend Shadow.  She’s into twisted shit too. Occasionally I have to dispose of some fucked up looking bodies she brings me.  A lot of the time, I like to pose their bodies in a fashionably sick and twisted way.  I can break their bones and make extremely distorted figures out of them.  Other times, I just go wild with knife play phone sex.  Cutting pieces off.  Cutting women’s breast implants off or just their entire breast.  With my job, the possibilities for some sadistic shit is endless.  Wanna play with me?knife play phone sex

Sex With Dead Bodies

sex with dead bodiesDo you fantasize about having sex with dead bodies as much as I do? For me, it’s not just a fantasy.  My career as a mortician allows me to really live out my fantasies making them my reality. Cold dead bodies are so hot!  I bet you envy me and my job don’t you? Well you shouldn’t.  You can join in on all the fun anytime you want.  I’m here for you and our secret desires.  There’s no reason to be ashamed of what you really want to do to these corpses.  You have no idea how good they feel.  And of course they NEVER object to anything we want to do to them.  I have some fresh new kills in here that I think you would really enjoy.  There’s no limits to our fun.

So, You Wanna Pretend You’re Dead Huh?

roleplay phone sexSo you wanna have a little roleplay phone sex huh?  So, you say that you want to pretend that you’re one of my many play toys here at the morgue.  Not a problem. Climb up on this cold slab for me then.  Now lay down and close your eyes. I’m just gonna slip this toe tag on you to make it all the more real.  Don’t mind the sound of medical instruments being moved around,  These are my tools.  To make it a little more interesting, I’m gonna put these restraints on you as well and place your head up on a block.  What was that stab in your arm?  Why just a little concoction I made up.  What did you say?  Oh, I forgot, that little injection paralyzed your entire nervous system and you can’t even blink.  Much less utter a word.  Now it’s time for me to have some real fun with you. 

I Love Cold Dead Bodies

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They say find something you love doing and you’ll never work a day in your life.  I fucking love my job.  Wanna know why?  It allows me all the Necrophilia Phone Sex I want.  I can’t help it.  I just love cold dead bodies.   It’s such a fucking turn on.  Nobody else ever wants to come in here so the morgue is like my sanctuary.  It’s the one place that I can be sick and twisted self and no one will bother me.  The first thing I do is strip naked.  Then, I carefully inspect the findings of the day.  There’s so much beauty in death.  My pussy immediately gets moist at the sights.  I wanna smell them, taste them.  Feeling their cold flesh against my lips.  The taste of them on my tongue.   I grab cold stiff fingers and shove them up my hot wet cunt.  Finger fucking myself with corpse digits.

I wonder what tonight will bring me.  I can’t wait.

Cutting Off My Cunt

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Knife play has been kind of new for me but I’ve really started to enjoy the way a blade feels when it drag across my skin. The intense pleasure and pain mixture blows my mind. I had just started by making slices along my inner thighs and belly but today I got a wild idea. I should start cutting off pieces of my pussy. Starting with my labia, I started removing the layers of my meat curtains. Each piece I carefully placed on my tummy, making a collection of my own flesh to marvel at after I was done. Then I finally make it to my clit. I take the blade and drag it from the tippy-top of my sex button, pressing down and slicing it right down the middle making a perfect filet. My entire body shakes and shiver out of fear and pleasure, I cum instantly almost. I think it’s time that I move to more advance cutting techniques, what ideas do you have?

Brat Crusher

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I never thought it would happen to me but I ended up preggo by total accident and worst yet, it was my soccer coach’s sweet little angel. I couldn’t even tell him about what had happen from cream filling my cunny up. I knew I had to handle this myself so I researched a clinic locally to help me take care of the situation, so to speak. When I was already 13 weeks along and showing, even beneath my baggy gym clothes that I had been hoping would hide the result of my teeny lust for older men. When I arrived, I did find it kind of strange that it was only men who worked at the particular location. They gave me a test and an ultrasound to prove the obvious that I was in fact totally preggers. The doctor seemed nice enough and he explained the procedure as being pretty non-invasive. He had me lay back on the operating table and open my legs. He began by telling me I needed to relax a little bit, rubbing his thumb on my clitty and bringing me to an orgasm but that’s when things got much darker. He cranked my pussy open with a speculum while his two assistants bound my wrists down to the table. He strapped my ankles in too! That’s when he climbed on top of me and begun jumping and grinding down my belly, crushing my would-be bundle of joy. I watched as the blood poured out of my sore cunny and tears ran down my eyes. He then popped the speculum out of me and force fucked me while his male nurses watched and jacked off. After he finished up, they sucked the doctor’z jizz out of me as well as any left over bits from the pregnancy. A few weeks have gone by and I still haven’t started my period. Do you think I’m going to have to go back to the brat crusher for help?

The Twelve Days of Castration Phone Sex

castration phone sexI have a little game going for the holiday season called the “The Twelve Days of Castration.” So, if you enjoy castration phone sex, you should get some of my special holiday spirit. December is always my highest month for junk removal. People, especially men, annoy the fuck out of me. There are so few real men in this world anymore. We have a society of cry babies, sissies, self-entitled assholes, wimps, cyber bullies, whiners and misogynistic pigs. So, I spread holiday cheer by ensuring that fewer of them exist in the world. The thing about men, even those I don’t deem very manly, is they never report sexual assault. I think removing someone’s nuts constitutes assault, at least torture sex. I am collecting worthless nut sacks all months for my jingle balls collection. I chop off the nuts, persevere them in formaldehyde and use red or green dye to give them a festive look. I have a collection of holiday nuts adorning my fireplace like stockings. We all know more than one man who should not reproduce. Maybe even you! Last night I removed the nuts of a 20-year-old college boy who likes to roofie coeds then force fuck them. He was nominated for my Twelve Days of Castration by a friend of mine who works at the university and is tired of him getting off every time with a slap on the wrist. Patriarchal boys club mentality doesn’t scare me. I am a sadistic bitch with a huge ass knife collection. Tyler won’t be assaulting coeds anymore. Fuck, he won’t even be assaulting his own dick anymore. Tonight’s recipient of free junk removal is Kirk, a red neck cheating wife abuser. His wife found me on the dark net and offered to pay me, but I was happy to take his nuts for free after hearing all about him. Will you be on my naughty list this year?