Category: Medical fetish phone sex

Snuff Porn, Coke and Torture is My Kind of Fourth of July

Snuff porn and fireworks anyone? I love the Fourth of July. I am in party mode. Okay, more of a party mode than usual. I blew through my first bag of coke quickly. You would have thought I was Al Pacino in Scarface. I called my son. I knew he would bring his mommy some coke. I also knew that mommy’s ass might pay the price. But who gives a fuck about the price if you are too numb to feel it, right? My son was in the mood to party with his mommy whore even though it was daylight. We had partied together the night before, so this was like a continuation. He wanted to stream our season. I never care. I know the viewers loves his ass rape porn mommy. I was starting to show the black and blue marks from the night before. My asshole was still prolapsed with a zip tie on it. I got in front of the camera after I buried my face in the big bowl of coke. I started twerking my ass so that my rosebud danced. No doubt it was painful, but with all the good coke my son gave me, I was feeling no pain. Not even when he took a cattle prod to it giving it an electrical shock. I felt some pressure discomfort, but no real pain. That was about to change. I thought maybe he would shove fireworks up my ass, but that did not happen. Thank God for small favors. He put a plastic bag over my head and got out the wooden paddle. He played whack a mole with my prolapse. He even whacked my ribs a few times to the sound of astonishing tips from the viewing audience.  Once I was suffocating to the point of near collapse, then my son would whack my prolapse and let me come up for air. It was torture sex on me, but I know that is what makes my son all his money. I do not mind being his cash cow if I can be his coke whore too.

Castration Phone Sex is My Kind of Date

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is something I am always in the mood to do. It does not take me much to want to cut a guy’s balls off. Sometimes, I even chop off his worthless cock too. Some guys know they have useless equipment and pay me to make them a Eunuch. I have more fun with the clueless guys like Larry. He is this little broke down dick guy I met on Tinder. The dating app has become my new hunting ground. I am usually only one swipe right away from a man with a big ego and a tiny dick. Those are the guys I plan to meet. Not to fuck though.  I will never fuck some tiny dick loser. I am a taboo phone sex bitch. And I mean bitch in the badass dominant woman way. I don’t need men. I don’t want most of them anyway. Unless a man has a 13-inch cock and a deviant mind, he is useless to me. Larry had a 3-inch scared turtle for a dick. Yet he was bragging on Tinder about satisfying women all over the world. Satisfying how? Maybe he was satisfying them with laughter.

When he arrived, I gave him a spiked beer. His beer gut told me he never passes up a brewsky, LOL. He was stumbling quickly after drinking that beer. I guided him to my bedroom. It was all ready for this loser. I had a tarp on my bed and all my knives and restraints ready. He stumbled right past it all and fell on the bed. He was pulling his shrimp dick out for me. He told me is cock was not sucking itself. I barely waited after that comment. I took a knife and chopped his loser dick off. It flew off his body, hitting my wall with a thud. He screamed in pain. I picked up his cock and shoved it in his mouth. I said, “that dicks is not going to suck itself.” He looked at me in horror as he realized he was sucking his own cock.  I cauterized the wound and sent him on his way. It was just torture sex. I could have whacked his balls off too, but I wanted him to look down and know he is only half a man. He will not be on Tinder anymore, LOL. Loser.

Domination Phone Sex with Sexy Switch Cassandra

domination phone sexDomination phone sex is what he wanted. It is what he got. I met this man at a bar. He was loaded and talking shit. I knew he was a worthless creature at hello. He was calling me names, yet at the same time trying to get in my panties. He was easy prey for me. He had a big role of cash in his pants. I guessed that he rolled up his cash and put it in his pants to look like he had a bigger dick. I cannot be fooled like that. I took him home. I was not going to fuck him, but he did not know that. I had plans for him. Most men who have worthless dicks can still serve a purpose. First, I liberated him from his money. I thought it was just a bunch of dollar bills, but it was $100 bills. He had a couple grand in his pocket. It is mine now. He is now the prized pet to a taboo phone sex mistress. Second, I put him in my dungeon room to sober up. I did not want him worshiping my cunt and ass if there was any chance that he may puke on my pussy. The next morning, I woke him up by sitting on his face. I almost smothered him to death with my juicy ass cheeks. He woke up gasping for air, but once my whip cracked down on his balls and tiny dick, he knew what was up. He started tonguing my asshole while his nose rubbed my clit. I told him this was all he was good for because it was. With a tiny dick like that, no woman would every willingly fuck him. I pissed on him too. I had been saving my morning piss for him. He guzzled it down and used his tongue like toilet paper to clean up the mess. Not sure how long I will keep him locked in my dungeon. But I am not getting rid of him yet. He is a great ass and cunt licker. Plus, I want to peg him for a homemade ass rape porn.

Domination Phone Sex with a Size Queen Switch Means CBT for You

domination phone sexDomination phone sex is fun for me. I am not talking about where you dominate me either. I love to be in the driver seat when it comes to small dicks. I am a sexy switch and a size queen. When men try to fuck me with a package smaller than the dick on a Ken doll, well, I must put a stop to that shit. Terry came into the strip club and tried to fuck me for $50.  He thought his broke ass could get a woman as hot as me for $50. I told him this was not Walmart. Then he tried to take it. He thought his rape phone sex fantasies would be welcomed with $50 and a small dick. The man was delusional. I do not waste my energy on anything that small and broke. I had him kicked out of the club. Security was happy to do it too. The loser was not taking no for an answer. He followed me home. He was lurking somewhere in the shadows. I caught his tail and decided I would let him think he could force his way into my home. Once inside, he learned all about cock and ball torture. I zapped him in the balls with my taser I keep in my purse. He fell to the ground with a heavy thud that made my floor shake. I laughed at the loser while he pissed on my rug. I was really angry now, because that rug really tied the room together. I kicked him when he was down. I had on leather boots with a spiked heel. He still had his pissy pants on, but I cut him out of his jeans, and pulled out his pinky dick. I trampled his balls and kicked him in the groin until his cries sounded like a teen girl’s cries. He will be pissing blood for days. I busted a nut. I left his small pecker mutilated. I told him to be lucky I did not give him a castration phone sex call. No guy with no money and no dick gets to fuck me. $50 and two inches? I am still laughing.

Medical Fetish Phone Sex is Fun and Painful to Explore

medical fetish phone sexMedical fetish phone sex is sort of hot in a taboo way. I have not done many calls in this area, but the ones I have done, I have thoroughly enjoyed. I am a sexy switch. That means I can be the subject, or you can. Men have explored my deepest holes with speculums and other medical instruments. Recently, I got to be the sadistic doctor, and there was no better patient than Mike. Rich guy. Hung guy too which was surprising for the roleplay he had in mind. Usually, the tiny dick guys are the submissive ones, or the broke ass losers, LOL. Because of his wealth, he has a dungeon. It is a torture sex dungeon. He uses real-time mistresses to abuse him, but his dominatrix for hire stood him up last night. He paid her upfront too. Silly boy likely got catfished. I was happy to mutilate and torture his cock and balls. He did everything I told him like a good boy too.

First, to get the party started, I jacked his big cock with Icy Hot. If you have never tried it, I do not recommend it unless you are a pain pig. I made sure to get a big glob of the Icy Hot right on his pee hole. I doused my finger in that shit and finger banged his asshole. The sounds he made told me he was really doing what I said to himself. The pain in his voice made my pussy wet because it was not my pain. A man’s pain is intoxicating to most women. I made him use a sounding device on his pee hole too. The biggest one he had, I jammed down that piss pipe with plenty of Icy Hot on it. This was my kind of domination phone sex call. I love to torture cocks and balls. I have all this anger from my daddy issues, and I love to take it out on willing and unwilling men. Up for some CBT action?

Castration Phone Sex Binges Makes a Sick Bitch Feel Great

castration phone sexCastration phone sex was on my mind heavily recently. Even a sick loner bitch can have bad days. Whereas some women might binge eat or indulge in some retail therapy when their life derails, I castrate losers. It makes me feel better. It makes me feel great, honestly. So, over the weekend, I went on a castration binge. I got on Tinder and swiped right on the first tiny dicked loser I saw. The lucky winner of a free castration was Kenny. His profile alone would make most women cringe. He was standing naked with a frightened turtle between his legs bragging about how good his big penis could make a woman feel. Even if he was a grower and not a shower, he was not growing another 6-inches to make that statement true. I cat fished him with fake pictures. He was so horny that he did not care when I greeted him at the door. He was a schmuck. He was a blowhard. He was about to be a ballless wonder with some genital torture sex too. Foreplay for me.  I gave him a drink. It was spiked with a bunch of Xanax. He was a big dude with a pin dick. While he thought I was giving him head, I put a castration band on him. The drugs, I knew, would not take long to kick in. He fell like a brick wall. My floor reverberated when he landed. I am tiny, but mighty. I dragged his body to the castration chair, separated the meat from the potatoes. His problem was he was all potatoes. I removed his balls with one swipe of my knife. I used a hot frying pan to seal the wound. I carved up his cock. I did not cut it off. I should have, but I wanted this loser to have a constant reminder that he lacks the equipment to satisfy any woman. This taboo phone sex bitch carved, “Tiny dick loser” into the flesh on his tiny dick. I dumped him in a park and went on to castrate loser number two. It was a busy weekend for me. So many losers in the world, and not enough time in the day.

 

Addicted to him

torture sex

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.

Snuff Phone Sex is What You Get with This Goth Girl

snuff phone sexSnuff 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

bloody phone sex

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

domination phone sexHe 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.