Medical fetish phone sex calls seem to be picking up for me. And I love it. I really do. Torturing a man’s junk serves as therapy for me. Men like my father and his friends ruined me when I was young. The fucked me into submission. I was afraid of them as a schoolgirl. Now, as an adult, I am filled with rage for men like daddy and his friends.
Even though I help men like them find young girls to abuse, they no longer abuse me. And that’s what I care about. This world operates on the survival of the fittest mentality. But I survived. And now, I get to give some therapeutic karma to men like daddy.
Recently, I had a run in with one of the men my daddy hung out with when I was little. They played poker together. And they made ass rape porn with me together too. Although he did not recognize me as an adult, I recognized him. Trafficked girls rarely forget the face of their abusers. We continue to see those faces in our nightmares. I saw an opportunity for revenge. And I took it.
Lured him to my place. Gave him some bullshit line about erotic roleplaying. And he wanted to see my naughty nurse outfit. When I came back looking sexy as fuck, I tied him to the bed. Again, he thought we were playing naughty nurse and patient. In a way, we were. But I resembled a sadistic nurse. I tortured his junk. I put a ball gag in his mouth to stop his screaming. But I could still hear him. So, I sat my ample ass on his face reverse cowgirl for the cock and ball torture sex.
Revenge is So Sweet
And that worked. Between my ass and the ball gag, no one could hear his screams. I put the sounding device down his pee hole. But I used Icy-Hot as lube. And I use a rather large sounding device too. However, what hurt him the most appeared to be the steel hook I put up his ass with Icy-Hot lube. Well, I thought that gave him the most pain. Taking his balls hurt more than anything.
I neutered a predator. I neutered one of my abusers. And it felt so good. So, powerful. Of course, as I held his balls in front of his face, I told him who I was. And the look on his face seemed priceless to me. He passed out from the pain, so I called the bouncer from the strip club for assistance moving his body. The wimp passed out from the pain. Clearly, he can give the pain but not receive the pain.
No doubt, he will remember me now.