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Bondage Phone Sex with Me Might Cost You Your Life, Your Cock or Both

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex I am no stranger too. As a reformed slave I have spent plenty of time tied up and abused, but those days are in my rear view mirror. Or so I thought. I ran into a guy that I did not recognize, but he clearly recognized me.

When I stepped out of the strip club, he grabbed me and shoved me into the back of his car. It wasn’t until he took me someplace that I recognized, that I remembered him. I had been to this place before. But I did not have fond memories of it. This guy used to work with my former master. And he was so twisted and demented that even my sadistic ex master took him off the payroll. I guess he didn’t get the memo that I was no longer a slave.

He tied me up on the bed and told me that I owed him my pussy. But I disagreed. I did not owe him a thing. It’s not my fault that my master would never let him fuck me. I didn’t belong to him. I belonged to his employer. But he believes that I cost him his job and almost cost him his life too. However, I know if I would’ve fucked him way back then, I would’ve lost my life as soon as my master found out about it. I refused to let him fuck me now not without a fight.

Since I Earned My Freedom, I Will Fight to Keep It

I did not want to be a snuff porn star again. And I knew if he fucked me, he would kill me immediately afterwards. So, breathed in and breathed out, and thought about how to play this. I convinced him that I always wanted to fuck him, but master got in the way.

And I persuaded him to put his cock in my mouth. What a stupid move on his part because I bit his dick off with my teeth. Although I remained tied up, I knew I had a few minutes to get untied because he started bleeding profusely. I’ve removed balls before, but never a dick. He bled a lot. I ended up covered in his blood. Small price to pay for defending my life.

Did I mention I’m double jointed? I learned to be double jointed because men tied me up so much that I would’ve been left for dead otherwise. It might surprise you what people can do trying to survive. Once I freed an arm, I untied the rest of the knots. And he still appeared coiled up in a ball on the floor crying like a little bitch. I thought about just making a run for it, but this motherfucker would hunt me down and kill me. Only the strong survive right?

Try to Kill Me, You Might Lose Your Cock

So, I kicked him a few times in the groin. He couldn’t move. Honestly, he appeared in excruciating pain because of me. So, I sat on his chest and put my hands around his throat. I wanted him to look in my eyes when he took his last breath. Strangulation phone sex might not be common for me, but I’m no stranger to it either. So, I channeled my anger into my hands as I took his life.

He came after the wrong bitch. I know how to fight for my life. I’ve been fighting for my life since my schoolgirl years. And now that I have a taste for freedom, I will fight even harder to survive. So don’t fuck with this bitch unless you want to die too.

Castration Phone Sex Because Some Men Need to Be Destroyed

Castration phone sex is something that I offer as a way of destroying men. Let’s fucking get with the times, men are overrated with their damned dicks. In fact I have encountered one too many that think with nothing more than a dick brain. It’s really pathetic.

So ultimately I chose to play their game by my rules. A little switch up of what they do, and have done for decades. Going out and preying on women to get some ass. Well, I choose to go out and hunt for castration worthy individuals.

Obviously this means the guys I will be consuming are going to be of high standards. Fucking guys that think their money allows them to take that pussy. Well, my sadistic needs allows me to take their dicks and balls.

Honestly these guys don’t deserve to procreate and so castration is best. However I rarely stop at slicing open those ball sacks. Nope I need to just cut the fucking tool of rape fantasies right off. This excites me to make their dicks into dildos for my collection.

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Knife Play Phone Sex for the Win Every Time

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex remains my favorite. I find knives more versatile and painful than any other instrument used to kill people. A gun requires no skill, other than the ability to aim, point and shoot. And usually, the death occurs instantaneously. But when you use a knife to kill someone, you can prolong their agony. I’m not out here euthanizing people so I don’t need to be humane. I am murdering people, so I want it to hurt.

Perhaps you could call me a sadistic bitch. I do take pleasure in other people‘s pain. But honestly last night I just wanted to have a cocktail and go home and watch a movie. I did not have mayhem on the mind. But it usually finds me no matter what I’m doing or where I’m at.

And last night this preppy looking guy came into a Goth bar looking for an easy mark. For some reason, he thought Goth babes would fuck him easier. Stupid fucker. We all want the same thing. Or maybe I don’t want the same thing. But I don’t go to a bar looking for a big dick to fuck. I go to get out of the house and get a drink and be left the fuck alone. Men, you need to get over this no means yes mentality. Because no means no fucking way dude. I don’t want you even touching me let alone fucking me you loser.

Free Ball Removal for Men Who Think No Means Yes

But Keith kept insisting that I meant yes. He just thought I would eventually cave, but I never caved. However, I let him think he broke me down to the point where I wanted to fuck him. At best he might receive free castration phone sex. I had to bring him back to my place though. My place provides me with a certain amount of anonymity. I know that I have no security cameras. Plus, I have all my torture devices at my crib too.

Once at my place, I drugged him. I roofied his nightcap. And when he woke up, he found himself tied to my castration chair. It’s just an old death row chair with a plank in the middle to separate the cock from the balls easily. A lot of men lose their ability to procreate because of me. And I take pride in that. We have enough stupid motherfuckers in this world with most of them running the fucking country. So, nobody will miss this loser.

I’m Skilled in Cock And Ball Torture

I know how to inflict pain. And I know how to remove your cock and balls. I take great pride in neutering men who need to be neutered. Keith needed to be neutered. When he woke up, he found his cock and balls separated by a wood plank. I pulled his balls through the hole and slipped on the castration band. Those things are ingenious because they castrate you in 10 minutes or less. A chemical castration. It kills the swimmers. I removed the balls with a jagged little knife to make it hurt.

Keith woke up and started saying dumbass shit. He’s lucky he didn’t lose his life along with his balls. Because I could’ve killed him easily. And I would’ve been justified too. But I settled on cock and ball torture sex. I got out a knife with a rusty serrated blade. It’s my favorite knife to neuter worthless men like Keith with. I slowly ran the blade over that thin piece of skin between the ass and the balls. And eventually his balls came off. The castration band made it less bloody though. I also made little knicks and cuts to his junk.

I made sure he was awake to experience the pain of ball removal. And then I drugged him again just so that I could get him into the trunk of my car and dump him someplace. The drugs will confuse maybe even erase his mind. I dumped him in an alley behind a bar. He’s not my problem anymore. I took care of what needs to be taken care of. He will never get sexually aggressive with a woman again because I neutered him.

Torture Sex of Your Cock and Balls Feels Like Karma

torture sexAs a sexy switch, I can attest that giving torture sex seems more fun than receiving it. Men used to torture me all the time for shits and giggles like my father. Sometimes I look back at my youth, and I’m surprised I’m still on this earth. But I believe in karma. I’m not necessarily religious, but I do believe that the energy you put out in the world will come back to haunt you.

Every single man who abused me when I was young, I remember. My father drugged me a lot to make me less feisty. But when the same men assault you daily for years, you remember them. Their faces forever etched in my brain. And I have exacted revenge on a few of them. Some of them I’ve never been able to find. And others walked into my life, totally clueless to my identity. The fact that they don’t remember the girl they abused pisses me off even more.

When Jason came into the club, I felt like I had seen a ghost. I felt like that innocent young vulnerable girl again. But I am no one’s teen rape porn star anymore. I grew up and I survived. And what my daddy and his friends did to me made me stronger. I know they tried to break me, but they failed.

Revenge for Sexual Abuse Feels Like Karma

The club knows about my past. They also know that occasionally somebody from my past ends up in the strip club. But those men never leave the strip club. I will admit to murdering a few men for revenge. When it comes to revenge for assault, I choose torture. Let them live with their reminder of what their actions cost them.

And yes, I’m talking about castration and sexual torture. Even in the VIP room while giving him a lap dance, this guy did not recognize me. But I did not tip my hand, and he acted just as pervy as I remember. He couldn’t keep his hands to himself. It sent chills up my spine to have this asshole even touch me. But I had to be patient because my thirst for revenge would soon be quenched.

I let him think I would fuck him. But instead, I tied him to the chair and stuffed my panties and bra in his mouth to shut him up. I grabbed a knife, and I carved my name in his dick to see if that jogged his memory. But I didn’t carve Cassandra. I carved my real name. Cassandra serves as my alter ego. A new identity for a fresh start I told myself.

Ding ding ding. I saw the look on his face. He recognized me finally. Although he tried to apologize and tell me he became a new man, I told him a new man wouldn’t be groping a stripper in the VIP room trying to get his dick polished. And while tied up, I did something I’ve never done before. I bit his dick off. Normally the torture I like involves knives and castration bands.

If You Don’t Use Your Cock for Good You May Lose It

And although I carved my name in his dick, rage overcame me, so I just bit his dick off at the base. I felt like a wild animal with a bone. And with my face covered in his blood and flesh, I smiled. He knew what joy removing his fucking cock gave me.

I wanted the torture to last longer. And I planned on castration phone sex, so he would never fuck a girl against her will again. Once a predator always a predator. But in that moment, I ripped the dick from his body giving me the same outcome.

I made a mess of the VIP room. But the girls helped me clean it up. We all have each other‘s backs because we all have men in our past that deserve a heavy dose of karma. One of the girls took his dick home to feed her Pitbull. We dragged his body to the alley to let him bleed out. Cops will think he got himself in trouble somehow being in the wrong place at the wrong time. But they’ll never think a stripper ripped his dick off with her bare teeth as revenge.

Babysitter Slut Takes Daddy’s Cock

Babysitter phone sex

I shouldn’t have been flirting with my boss when I took this babysitting job. But I did. I couldn’t help it. He was so damn hot, with his powerful body and thick cock. When the kid went down, he cornered me in the kitchen, pinning me against the counter. His fingers dug into my ass, pulling me close as he whispered in my ear, “You want this dick, don’t you?” I could only moan, my pussy dripping with lust. He pulled out his cock, and I sank to my knees, taking him deep. His hand fisted in my hair, controlling how I sucked. He was rough, just the way I liked it.

He yanked me to my feet, turned me around, and bent me over the counter. His cock pressed against my wet pussy, teasing me. “Beg me,” he growled, and I didn’t need to be told twice. “Please, daddy,” I whined. “Fuck my wet pussy with your thick cock.” He slammed into me, driving deep, making me scream with each thrust. My pussy squeezed him, trying to milk his cock. He cummed inside me, so deep my belly was full of it. “Good girl,” he panted, feeling it spill out my pussy and down my thighs. “You asked for it. You deserved it.”

Castration phone sex is the way you get what you want

Castration phone sex Castration phone sex time, baby! For far too long, you’ve indulged in the fantasy of having those pesky balls removed, haven’t you? Well, no more, my dears! It’s time to stop dreaming and start taking action. You’ve got a hot, medical-grade, castrating mistress right here, ready to guide you through this transformative experience.
Imagine how amazing it will feel when they are totally gone. I make sure your balls are tied up tightly with a rubber band, cutting off circulation until they’re soft and swollen, primed for removal. Just picture yourself in that moment, my skilled hands snipping away, freeing you from the burdensome weight of your sack. And the relief, the sense of liberation that follows – it’s orgasmic.
I promise you, the result is more than worth it. And that’s just the start, my love. Mommy loves Medical fetish phone sex, and once you’ve experienced the rush of castration,  you will know you need something else removed. And I can do that for you. I’ll also make you a pretty little mound with some huge fat tits!

Dr. Evil’s den of castrated cocks, fucking the dead

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The bigger the better is my moto, but the dead one’s do things to me that the living don’t. Evil fuck collects so many cocks from the men he tortured for this very moment. Dungeon full of dead bodies with groins cut out, seeping blood, covering the floors. I feel like my end is near with him but he has other disgusting, sick and twisted blood soaked pecker plans.

Tied to a table with foot straps, no where to go and my screams go unheard. I’m surrounded by cut up cocks, black one’s, white one’s, short and fat, you name it, he wanted every type for his victims. Bound with my neck chained, my mouth gaged, he inserts a long pole into my tight little cooter, stretching me out wide for the first bloody BBC. Shaking, sweating, cum blood running down the table, this crazy fuck wants to double do me in!

With my legs numb and shaking in fear he shoved two fat cocks in at the same time. “Shut up bitch or I’ll add a third”.  Gagging and choking, almost passing out in pain he pushes even harder, sending a rush of pain through my entire tiny body.

“Cum for me cunt” while he rapidly thrusting.  I’m thrusting my hips up and down taking in two dead man’s dicks, scratching and cutting my raw insides my swollen bell starts to pulsate, opening my gate to hell even more. Spewing, squirting blood soaked spooge in his face.

Accomplice Phone Sex Partners Give You What You Want

accomplice phone sexAlthough I love accomplice phone sex calls, I sometimes get a guy who just wants me to inflict cock and ball torture. And I’m always game for that. In a way, I find it therapeutic. It’s a good way to get back at all the men, especially in my youth, who hurt me. Men who gang banged me, sodomized me and tortured me sexually for their own amusement.

So, Danny paid me $2000 to mutilate his junk. When he suggested it, I said hell yes. Although I didn’t know the guy, I just pictured my father and all his poker buddies who loved to fuck my jailbait holes. I have always wanted to give daddy and his friends some good cock and ball torture sex. But I don’t even know if any of them are still alive. To me, this seemed like easy money. So, I put on my highest heels and met him at his place.

But I did strap a little gun to my thigh, just in case he decided to fight me. You can never be too safe in this world. This man was into some hardcore BDSM. He had his own dungeon of sorts. It was just another room, but it had all sorts of BDSM equipment and sounding devices too. Danny qualifies as a pain slut.

Men, Do Not ask for CBT Fun if You Cannot Handle It

Although I know he paid me to ruin his junk and I did, I wanted to have a little fun first. So, I took that sounding device dipped in icy hot and stuck it in his little pee hole. He let out a guttural scream of pain that made my pussy wet. Like I said, I just thought of dear old daddy.

After I played around with the sounding device, I put a castration band around his balls. Do you know you can get those on Amazon of all places. But I’m going to warn you once those things are on you can’t get them off unless you slice it with a razor blade. And then you risk slicing your balls too.

His balls started turning purple and blue quickly. Before long, they seemed to just go flat. And that’s when I started kicking him in the crotch. Even though I did not remove his testicles, I still castrated him. This was like a chemical castration. I read upon it before I took Danny’s money. You can put a castration band on, and it cuts the flow of blood essentially which dries up the testicles. And that renders them worthless. It’s what farmers do the sheep.

Danny tried to say I went too far. What the fuck. He paid me $2000 for castration phone sex. Did he think that $2000 was simply for fantasy. Too late now. I took the little bitch’s money and left him whining on his bed with decaying balls. And I know he won’t say anything to anyone. I have a recording of him begging me for exactly what he got. Don’t ask for what you cannot handle cause bitches like me give you what you say you want.

Daddy’s Dirty Little Fuck Toy

Babysitter phone sex

A late-night babysitting gig was just what I needed—extra cash and a quiet house to act out my filthiest desires. When Daddy finally walked in, I was already halfway there. I could barely stand it—those eyes, that smirk, and that bulge in his pants…

The second he closed the door, I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth. He tasted so good. Salty, musky—like a hungry beast. He grabbed my hair, pushing deeper, and I could barely breathe. But I loved it.

Then came the most twisted part—Daddy tied me up, shoved a gag in my mouth, and left me on the floor. He told me to beg for it, but all I could do was moan and squirm. He took his time, teasing me, building up the tension until I was dripping wet and ready to explode.

When Daddy finally plunged inside, I almost blacked out. Hard, rough, and absolutely merciless. Each thrust sent me flying, my tits bouncing, my pussy clenching. And when I came, it was so intense—it felt like it ripped through my entire body.

I ended up spent and on the floor, his cum dripping from me. Daddy leaned down, whispering that I was his dirty little fuck toy now. And in that moment? I knew I’d do anything for him.

Mutilation Phone Sex with a Partner Spices Up Any Castration

mutilation phone sexMutilation phone sex turns me on. Especially if I am mutilating your junk. Sometimes, I take a woman under my wing to teach her how to remove your worthless balls too. Jenny needed someplace to direct her anger. As a recent sexual assault victim, she might get herself killed if she had not met me. She went around to the rough bars in town looking for this biker dude who drugged her and invited his friends to gang bang her. She thinks it was an initiation into a biker club.

But I happen to be inside one of those rough biker bars looking for someone myself. A serial predator of Goth girls. And I saw her drunk, angry and asking way too many questions in a place like that. I had to intervene. She did not have her brain turned on.

So, I took her under my wing. In fact, I thought we might be looking for the same guy. The world needs more women like me who are not afraid to get justice and revenge. And women who are not afraid of castration phone sex either. Too many men running around in this world thinking somehow women owe them. I don’t owe anybody anything. And I made Jenny understand that while we searched for the perpetrators of her assault, we could find surrogates to practice on.castration phone sex

We did find one biker admitted to participating in the gangbang initiation. However, we wanted the ringleader. But we knew he would help with the right incentive. And as it turns out having razor sharp scissors pressed up against the base of your cock provides wonderful incentive to rat your friends out. Plus, this provided Jenny with good experience. The guy deserved to have his junk removed too.

Sometimes, I Take a Young Girl Under My Wing and Teach Her How to Castrate Men Too

So, I tied him up, spread his legs, and put a castration band at the base of his balls to restrict the blood flow and control the mess. And I told her there’s no wrong way to castrate a man. If you remove the balls, you’ve done your job. Although I have probably castrated 1000 men in my life, I don’t think I’ve ever done it the same way twice. I told her she could use a variety of knives, or scissors or even her teeth to tear the balls off. If she removes the balls, it’s a successful castration. I also encouraged her to add a little torture sex to his cock too.

When you castrate somebody, you want to leave them with a constant reminder of their crime. I had her carve her name into his cock. And I know he’s not going to go to the cops. He’d be arrested for his own crimes that led to this. He deserved to be castrated. We got the names of the other people involved. We let this little no ball wonder live so he can warn his biker friends that we plan to take their balls and maybe their cocks too. I want Jenny to have a revenge collection of balls so she will always feel vindicated.