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Castration Phone Sex Can Happen Anywhere

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is my hobby and my passion. Balls are a privilege that I can revoke at any time. Just because you have balls does not make you superior. In fact, I will argue it makes you inferior because men get too accustomed to their balls. They touch them nonstop. Men become a slave to their balls. And that makes them do stupid shit. When they do, I revoke their privileges.

If you cannot use your balls for good, you do not deserve them. And you would be surprised at how many men think they are superior to women and that their balls give them certain rights to my body. Men can be so fucking stupid. I am not a woman who believes my body your choice. However, I do believe your body, my balls if you act like an entitled fool.

Your Balls are a Privilege and I Can Revoke Your Privilege Any Time

And Jeff acted like a fool in front of me. So, I revoked his privileges. Severed his balls from his body with some extreme cock and ball torture sex.  And I did not do anything to dull his pain or slow the bleeding down. Where would be the fun in that, right?  I rarely take out my anger publicly. Safer to kill and maim in my dungeon. But this asshole followed me into the restroom at my Goth bar. He was out of place, not me. So, I knew my bar patrons and the staff would have my back.

He tried to push himself on the wrong girl. Without missing a beat, I pulled out the knife strapped to my leg when he pulled his worthless dick out of his pants. I grabbed his dick, tugged really hard, and put my knife under the balls. And with one smooth move, I severed his worthless nuggets in a dirty bathroom stall. For all I know, he bled out on the floor. If he did, he would be taken out with the trash. I am an evil phone sex bitch. Do not cross me. I will sever your balls and leave you to bleed out too.

Kidnapping Phone Sex Scenario Left Me Bloodied and Battered

kidnapping phone sexKidnapping phone sex scenarios often seem like a page out of my own life. I get fucked up and vulnerable. And that makes me easy prey for predators. On Sunday night, I went down to the seedy part of town to score some coke. This time, I did not need to subject myself to any cruel torture to get a bag of coke. Some guys just party with me for fun. Of course, I sucked their cocks and let them fuck my ass, it was nothing hardcore or violent.

But I got wasted and could not even find where I parked my car. So, as I stumbled around in the dark looking for my car in the warehouse district, some guy grabbed me and shoved me in the trunk of his car. At some point, I passed out. When I woke up, I found myself hanging from the rafters in some dungeon basement. Naked of course.

A guy stood before me with a whip. I had no idea if he wanted to make a snuff porn with me or just beat the shit out of me. He did not kill me. But he made me wish that he did. He whipped me like a slave in the south in the 1800s. Flesh felt like it might fall off my skin. I pleaded to know who he was and why he kidnapped me, but he just smiled and evil smile and continued whipping me. Never spoke a word to me.

When I am Fucked Up I Become Easy Prey

My pleas fell on deaf ears. The more I pleaded, the rougher he got with me. So, I quickly learned to shut the fuck up. But it did not make much of a difference. Either way, he wanted to hurt me. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Easy prey for a sadistic phone sex man. Eventually, his arm got tired of whipping me and he left the room. But he left me hanging from the rafters. Luckily, I have one skill.  I am double jointed from years of abuse. So, I got out of there while he went MIA.

Not sure how I got back to my car, but I did. And now I am tending to my broken flesh and battered body with copious amounts of coke and weed. My 9 lives will run out soon.

Castration Phone Sex is The Best Thing Ever

Too many worthless nut bags around and really Castration Phone Sex can the a World of good. As a goth goddess of sadistic desires and ways, my favorite thing is torturing men.

Castration Phone Sex Turned to Mutilation with Morticia

We just finished a Holiday of delicious blood shed. St. Valentines day is an amazing time for my filthy shenanigans. In I fact I love to draw out the pleasures of torture, murder and mayhem through the whole weekend.

First I had an afternoon date with some loser I really wanted to just dissect. Since He is pure vermin this is what he deserves. Obviously just a filthy fucking pig. And I just imagined making him squeal for me as I cut his bity clitty off and dissected that worthless ball sac.

Once I got the pig back to my place I had a welcoming contraption ready and sprung. He was immediately grabbed at the ankles and hoisted up and hanging from those ankles. This device essentially tied his ankles and slipped a modified body bag on him to restrain him.

Now that the loser was hanging and trying to squirm lose why screaming I waisted no time and shoved my panties in his big mouth. I laughed at him and told his mouth is the only thing big on his worthless body.

Finally I grabbed my hunting knife and went for the cock and bags. Those things where quickly cut free and I got a good laugh. I screamed “I fucking knew it loser! Look at that worthless fucking thing between your legs!” Then spatting in his face I demanded him to apologize to me and laughed because he was gagged.

Domination Phone Sex is a Playground for Sadistic Fun 

Then the moment of bliss Off with the balls and the dick. Now it’s true I mentioned castration. However this is full on mutilation. After all a he is a worthless pig just deserves to be dissected and bled.

Castration Phone Sex

An Accomplice Phone Sex Partner Helps Make Sick Dreams Come True

accomplice phone sexI love being the accomplice phone sex partner. Becoming a professional accomplice turned out to be the best decision I ever made. And the most profitable one too. GFE babe and stripper by day, sadistic partner in crime at night. Maybe it’s not honest work, but it’s fun work. And very financially rewarding. You would be surprised at what men with money will pay for.

Money gets men anything they want. Recently, I experienced something right out of a horror movie like Hostel. Ever seen that one? Wealthy folks pay tons of money to do sick things to people in some old, abandoned building in Slovakia. Torture sex, even murder. No one gets out alive sort of thing. This client wanted to have his own hostel experience. But he wanted a teen girl to torture and eventually kill.

Although he did not need me to do the torture and killing, he did need me to secure him a girl and film it for him. He wanted to make a homemade snuff movie for his spank bank. Essentially, he just wanted to savor the moment that he got to torture, fuck and kill a hot teen slut.

I Help Men Make Their Sick Fantasies a Reality

Teen girls dick tease him he claimed. And he just got tired of it. Cannot say that I blame him. Teen girls nowadays seem like something out of a porn movie. They dress like little sluts and they just want men to buy them things and spoil them because they are young and hot. But men will not drop a dime on a girl who keeps her legs shut.

Men never mind spoiling young girls, but they expect something in return. So, I found him this hot blonde cheerleader. Told her I could make her a star.  But she did not know it would be a snuff porn star. She screamed bloody murder when he started carving up her pretty, tight, little body. I watched and filmed everything. He carved her up better than a Thanksgiving turkey.

She bled crimson red. Her blood tasted sweet though. And I know because he kissed me after he slit her throat. Blood spurted everywhere. She eventually exsanguinated on the warehouse floor. But before that, she endured a lot of torture. And my client loved killing her so much, we have a weekly date. I may never need to work again with the money he pays me.

Blasphemy Phone Sex Because the Dark Side is More Fun

blasphemy phone sexBlasphemy phone sex gets wild sometimes. Recently, I met a man with a blasphemy fetish. A lapsed Catholic with lots of resentment about his Catholic schoolboy days. So, I decided we needed some revenge on the church that abused him as a young boy. And the church who made him feel like it was a sin to touch his own dick. A man should be able to stroke his own wiener without worrying about a priest beating him with a ruler and making him confess his sins.

But priests diddle little boys. Where is their pittance? Anyway, we got to talking and drinking and the next thing we knew we were breaking into to his former church for some blasphemy sex. We fucked for Satan right in the pews. But he did not fuck me. I never let some random man I meet in a bar just fuck me. But I did make him skull fuck the Virgin Mary. This church creeped me out. And that should be telling. As a sadistic, evil bitch, nothing really phases me.

Fuck Jesus, Hail Satan

However, this church had all these creepy statutes of Jesus and the Virgin Mary. So, I had him face fuck the Virgin Mary. Defile her and piss on her too, all the while espousing his loyalty to Satan, the dark Lord. The dark side is more fun. I took a few crucifixes to fuck my cunt with. And I even shoved a cross up my accomplice’s ass. He yelled, “Hail Satan,” as I fucked his ass with the cross. With his dick in the mouth of the Holy Mother, and a cross up his ass, he yelled, “Fuck Jesus Christ.”

We destroyed that church. Our piss, and his cum are all over the church statutes, bibles and crosses. Plus, we both pissed in the holy water as we praised Satan. Taboo phone sex is just so much fun. Just wish we could have seen the expression on the priests faces as they came into the church today.

Taboo Phone Sex Because Vanilla Phone Sex is So Boring

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex calls I believe are the best. And the most fun too. Why call for boring vanilla sex you can get form your woman? Sure, I can be a great GFE. However, I can be a great accomplice too. Men with dark desires for young things need a partner like me. And I am not even talking about my devious mind. All I mean is that men like you need a woman to lure a young girl or boy straight to you.

Young ones rarely fear women. But men? That’s a different story. When I had an owner, I bought my freedom with one young girl after another. So, I learned then the tricks of the trade. When your life depends on it, you will be surprised about the depraved things you will do to survive. As it turns out, I have a talent for luring young girls away from the safety of their home, school or peer group for the rape phone sex fantasies of men. I’m a chameleon. All my different looks masque my identity making it hard to find me.

This week, I lured a young girl away from the mall for Bob. She went there after school with her peers, but I separated her from her pack. And the next thing she realized, I had her bound and gagged and ready to serve to Bob for his depraved fantasies. She wiggled and screamed, but the gag muffled her screams. No one would hear her. And if they did, they would not do a damn thing about it. In the no tell motel I took them to, everyone minds their own business.

Women Make the Best Accomplices for Your Depraved Fantasies

Everyone in the hotel is doing something illegal. Drugs, prostitution, murder, force fucking…a lot of crime happens at this place, but no one says anything.  So, part of being your accomplice phone sex partner includes finding the perfect place to commit the crime. Bob enjoyed fucking all her tiny holes. In fact, he destroyed them. Prolapsed her ass and her pussy. But that’s bound to happen when a girl her size and age gets brutally fucked. She did not survive the night of rough sex. So, we left her dead body in the motel.

This motel values discretion so much, they dump any bodies left behind in the garage. No one will notify the cops but the girl’s parents. But they will never know what happened to their baby girl. And they will not want to know either.

Sadistic Phone Sex Bitch Gets off on Neutering Losers

sadistic phone sexSadistic phone sex is all I know. I am not a warm fuzzy type of girl. And I am not girlfriend material either. Most men I meet, fill me with disdain. They say something misogynistic, or they somehow falsely believe that they can fuck me just because they are a man. No man is entitled to fuck me. And those who think they can, often lose their balls, sometimes their life too.

At my local Goth bar two nights ago, a guy came in who looked clearly out of place. He looked like a yuppie. And Goth girls like me are accustomed to non-Goth men coming into the bar thinking they can pick up a Goth babe. None of us want some strait-laced suit and tie kind of guy. So, when Adam bought me a drink, I knew what he was thinking. But I am impervious to men like him.

However, I did not plan castration phone sex that night. But he pushed his luck with the comment, “My Body, His Choice.” He played it off like he was joking. But I knew better. So, I took him home and severed his balls. He thought he might get lucky with me. The poor loser assumed I wanted to fuck him. As if that bad joke would make me drop my panties. Maybe it works with a coed bimbo, but not a sadistic bitch. He picked the wrong girl if he wanted to get laid.

Losers with Small Dicks Pay the Price If They Think They Can Fuck Me

Once he was naked, I could see he was all potatoes and no meat. Adam belonged in women’s panties, not boxers.  Talk about a small dick. Wow. If he had 2 inches hard, I would be surprised. I tied him up to the bed, got out my knife, and severed his balls. And I did not even use a castration band. He did not deserve his pain to be lessened. I wanted him to feel everything. He deserved extreme cock and ball torture sex. And he got it. But he cried like a bitch. And he bled like a stuck pig.

Eventually, I cauterized the wound. Although I wanted to kill him, I like neutering men like him, so they have a constant reminder of what their bad actions cost them. He won’t bother any women ever again.

Suffocation Phone Sex By Great Big Tits is the Way to Go

suffocation phone sexSuffocation phone sex deaths are the way to go with me. I mean if you are going to be smothered, might as well be at the hands of a sexy blonde. I had a little accident over the weekend. This married guy who comes into the strip club always wants me to smother him with my tits. Not kill him, just breath play. However, breath play gets dangerous when folks try to do it on their own.

This married man began offering me good money to come to his house for longer sessions. And a girl can never have too much money. I like Jim. So, I agreed. Great money and a nice guy? Winning combo for a sugar baby. The other night I went over for a session. I did not even bother with a bra since my tits would be in his face. I would smother him until he passed out. Smack his face to revive him. Sort of like snuff sex. And do it all again.

After reviving him several times, he decided he wanted me to sit on his face and smother him. And I did what he wanted. Sat my ass on his face and squeezed his head with my thighs. I sat on him until his body stopped twitching. That was my sign that he passed out. However, this time I could not revive him. I slapped him, even used smelling salts. And when I listened to his chest, I heard no heartbeat.

When It Comes to Breath Play, Accidents Can Happen

 Did he have a heart attack eating my? Or did I smother him one too many times? I killed him either way. And I did not mean too. I panicked. I was in his house. My DNA would be everywhere. Although I am not in the system, you never know what police will find. So, I had to call my old master for a favor. I needed a body removed and the house deep cleaned also to erase my presence. And to steal his outdoor camera or erase the footage that placed me at his place. Jim would just be MIA. No evidence of a struggle, nothing missing.

But Jim will never be found. I planned on just breath play with him. But our session turned into a snuff porn. My old master came through for me. At a price though. Now, I must find him a teen girl to fuck and kill. Although I am sorry that I accidentally killed Jim, at least I got the money up front.

Knife Play Phone Sex Earned Me the Nickname the Wicked Butcher

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex earned me the nickname, The Wicked Butcher. And I like that name. So, it is my handle on the dark net. Men or women who hire me for some nefarious act, only know me as The Wicked Butcher. Mostly men hire me to help them kill. But occasionally, a woman seeking revenge hires me.

Last night, I worked with a scorned wife. Her husband left her for a barely legal receptionist. And not only did he leave her, but he also wants to cut her off financially and take custody of their son too. To say she is pissed off would be a huge understatement. Her reaction to her husband’s actions seemed reasonable. I would be out for blood too.

I wanted to torture the loser. Castrate him and make him a snuff porn star. However, to protect my client, we needed to make this look like a robbery gone wrong. Otherwise, all suspicion would be on my client. The gaslit and scorned wife would be the only suspect in her husband’s murder. The police would not look for other suspects.  She needed an alibi and a crime that looked random, not personal.

Some Kills Seem More Satisfying Than Others

Let me tell you how hard it is for me to do a quick kill. I savor the torture and my victim’s pain. But the money she paid me to kill her husband trumped my desire to prolong his misery. While she went to the movies with her son, I followed her husband and stabbed him. As a sadistic bitch, I know just where to cut so my victim bleeds out.

It took all my willpower to not gut him like a pig. But if I gutted him like a pig, spilling his entrails, the kill would look personal to the cops. So, he got one stab in his femoral artery and another in his gut. And I waited for him to die. While he bled out, I whispered in his ear, “Your wife sends her regards.” Once he collapsed dead on the grown, I took his watch and wallet as trophies for my client. Maybe not the most satisfying kill ever, but I did have a bloody phone sex good time.

Strangulation Phone Sex Fantasies Can Be Deadly

Strangulation phone sex can be hot. However, you need to be with someone who knows how to do it right, so you do not die. I have had years of breath play with men. Not my favorite thing to let you do to me, but sometimes I have no choice. I owe this girl money for coke. And she got sick of my excuses for why I had not paid her yet.

So, she gave me a way to work off the money I owe her instead. She wanted a seasoned whore for a strangulation porn. However, it would be a young coed strangling me. I guess this girl paid her to make her strangle fantasy seem real. Trust fund girl. But the woman I owe money too did not want to be the girl’s co-star. And I did not want to be either. She looked far too young to know how to strangle safely.

I feared her strangle fantasy would turn into a snuff porn. And my 9-lives will run out soon. So, to sweeten the deal she offered to not only settle my debt but give me a very large bag of coke. So, I agreed to do the movie. The young girl looked good too. Cute coed. Girl-next door vibe. But when the camera rolled, I found nothing cute about her anymore. At one point I thought she might crush my windpipe.

Breath Play and Strangle Fantasies are Hot with the Right Partner

She did not look as strong as she was. That took me by surprise. I passed out a few times. She would revive me with a cattle proud to my cunt. That wakes you up quickly. I tried to just focus on the coke. That’s the only reason I did this. If she had not offered up a half a brick of coke, I would have stolen the money from my husband to pay her off. And in hindsight, that would have been the smart move.

But I don’t make smart moves. I make snuff movies instead. I really thought this would be how I died. Some spoiled rich bitch would strangle me to death. But the woman I owed money to stopped her before she choked the life out of me. Good thing it is winter. I had to hide the big purple ring around my throat with a scarf or my husband would wonder what the fuck I did.