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Domination By Succubus

The Mistress of the dark and demented domination phone sex has an itch. I hunger for your pain and suffering at my fingertips. I can taste you as the electricity funnels through the air. Alone in a bar and scouting pussy I catch you staring my way. I wink and raise my glass in an invitation to sit with me. You unwilling come to my unheard call. You are in the present of a demon bitch who only wants your soul.
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The next thing you know you are waking up under me as I pump your cock and take your first load. My pussy gripping your cock as hard as it can, causing sounds of pain already. Demon sawn teeth sucking your blood from the teeth in my pussy. A true succubus vampire sucking your life force and blood from your cock! And isn’t Vampirism the first step of cannibalism? I’ll eat you alive mother fucker! 


My Speciality is Castration Phone Sex

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is my specialty, yet daily some looser IMs me with a “What’s up Boo,” or “I cannot wait to fuck you,” or even worse, “You gonna drain these nuts, bitch?” Those losers are stupid and do not read. We have bios and blogs for a reason. I do not do submissive calls. I do not do fuck calls. At least not your traditional fuck calls. I am a sick bitch. I carry a big knife and I am not afraid to use it. I castrate men who think they can make me their bitch. In what planet do I look or sound like the kind of girl who takes Daddy’s dick? I was born into this world to be a sick bitch. I was raised to be a dominant bitch. I do not do typical fuck calls. I am a sadistic phone sex bitch who enjoys your pain, anyone’s pain. The last loser who tried to fuck me with his worthless pecker got his dick cut off with his balls. I turned his balls into earrings. Men need to take heed of me. I am a Goth chick with a perverted mind. There is not an ounce of me who is submissive. I do not care how big your dick is or how much money you have either. You are my victim or my accomplice. I will cut off a big dick as easily as I will chop off a worthless pecker if you try to treat me like your bitch. Chris was Iming me all last night with misogynistic words. He got a much different call than he wanted. That is because the caller is never always right with me. I am right. What I say goes. I am not playing the part of some love sick submissive bitch just because you pay for it. I took his dick and his balls. And I will take yours too if you try to make me your bitch, your victim or your girlfriend. Consider yourself warned.


Castration Phone Sex Through the New Year

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Castration phone sex Christmas? Christmas may have come and gone, but I am still castrating losers. Ball removal is my gift to me. I have quite the collection this year too. I have severed more testicles this month than I have all year. I had no clue there were so many losers around who needed to part with their balls. I met one such loser at Walmart last night. I hate going to Walmart. Only the dregs of society shop at Wally World. My phone charger died on me, and it was the only place open in the middle of the night to get a new one. I sucked it up and the first person I meet is a douche bag player who thought he could pick up a Goth chick in Walmart. I would never date or hook up with some leisure suit Larry I met at Walmart. He stalked me. He harassed me. And when he got pissy after I rejected him, I decided he need a free ball removal. I was not even going to charge him. This castration was on me. I played his game. I got him to think he was in control luring me back to his apartment. I know he thought he was going to bang me. I mean I am not desperate. I am never desperate. He did not deserve to live thinking I was going to fuck him. Men are so delusional. I do not pick up guys in Walmart. I spiked his drink when he was not looking. He woke up tied to a chair naked. I stuffed my panties in his mouth which was as close to my hot pussy as he was going to get. Torture sex ensued when I whacked his balls off with a kitchen knife. I could have cauterized the wound, but he annoyed me. I mean who hits on women at 1 am in a Walmart? No man that deserves to reproduce. No clue if he bled out or if he was able to get some help. I left his severed balls on the table with a Christmas bow. If he survives and gets his balls reattached, they will never work like they once did. I made him a eunuch for Christmas.


CBT Violent phone sex Worship


violent phone sexI wanted to fuck him up so badly. It went beyond the normal violent phone sex that we had going on. His pee hole was mine to destroy and I wanted his cum shoot blown out completely! Men are just my play toys and he knows it. Bring me that body splattered in black and blue marking and crawl your way to my black boots. Lick the bottom of my heel as I wander the streets looking for fresh meat. Truly disgusting shit I have walked through looking for my next slut to destroy. But here he was groveling and looking at me like I was his Goddess, So I decided to take him to the extremes in the abandoned warehouse and make him my obedient little boy.

He looked a little scared as I told him to get on the table that still had blood crusted on it. I just laughed and asked him how far he would go for me. As if he has any choice. Pegging complete devotion to his dark Goddess he stripped naked and jumped up and presented his cock for the CBT he so desired. He even let me fuck his ass with my larger and in charge dildos!  Hot sounding bars, barbed wire encased and bloody and screaming. He still called me his enchantress. He pledged his soul and wanted me to make hamburger meat out of his testicles and balls. I think I do in fact have a nice man slave to help me with my work now. Perhaps a new star for men torture in snuff movies! 


Christmas Castration Phone Sex

castration phone sexIt was a castration phone sex Christmas for me. It is a tradition for me. I have no family alive anymore, but that does not give me the holiday blues. I always find some poor sap who wants to spend Christmas with me. Some schmuck who overestimates my need for him.  I was sitting at a bar alone last night. I knew someone would approach me. Someone always does. They falsely assume I am desperate and lonely. They think I am an easy lay. They think they are doing me a favor by taking me home. Cannot play the player. This loser fell into my lap so easily last night. He had cheesy pick-up lines, and back-handed compliments. Just some loser who has to troll for pussy. He will not be trolling any more because I took his nuts. I could have killed him. Perhaps, I should have killed him. I wanted him to be scarred for life and I wanted him to have a memory that would never fade. He will never troll for another chick again because I neutered him. I took is balls in his own bed. He never saw it coming either. He had me pinned on his bed, but I was not helpless. My big sharp knife was nearby. And that knife sliced his testicles off with one swipe. The look on his face was priceless. I do not think he felt it until he saw the blood. It was like the alcohol and shock numbed the initial pain, but once he saw the blood and his severed balls, he knew what happened. He fell over and I had to decide if this was just torture sex, or a snuff date. I went into his kitchen and heated up a pan. Then I cauterized his wound. He will have a nasty scar, but he will live, and he will never fuck again. He will not underestimate women ever again either.


Christmas Torture Sex

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He tied down as I slid the knife down his body. Watching him squirm turned me on, knowing his life was flashing before his eye. I tied his balls up and just pulled on the rope until they turned blue and wham! Cut them off. His body shook as his screamed out in pain. It made my pussy twitch. I looked him in the eyes and told him how he is not worth fucking anyone let alone me as I stuck the knife deep into his belly. Then I tied a rubber band at the base of his little white cock, stroking so it would grow. Wham! I cut it all off making his body shake as the shock hit him, I laughed. I played with my now wet dripping cunt while he bled out right in front of me. I finger fucked myself as I thought about how I was going to get rid of his body. Then I mounted his face and used his mouth as he died right in front of me. It made me squirt all over his face, making him gargle and drown in my juices. I threw his body in a lake that I visit every Christmas now. 


Hanged Man

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He’s a torture phone sex Hanged man. And not of the tarot card variety either. He needs that sweet end of death by noose. This man needs a dominant mistress who isn’t afraid to kill him by hanging. The simplest and oldest execution style to date. I am in love with classics of death such as this. The rope being pulled taught as a chair is kicked out from beneath him makes my Mistress pussy ache for destruction. 

But This torture sex slave has a plan he needs implemented. He needs to be kidnapped, drugged and put in painfully tight bondage! His Balls banded up and left to rot off for a whole week before his hanging! I imagine the shiverling of those beautiful balls day by day. The death of his cumming life, before his ultimate complete death. Those testicles will become raisins on the floor. His manhood dehydrated, and useless. He will feel the pain, but the Heroin injected will help as we go through cock torture and drive him insane before our final act! A week of pain before he gets that perfected slow hanging death, no broken necks here. A slow strangle as he sways back and forth in the pain chambers! Snuff phone sex Mistress wishes ultimate destruction, castration, and mutilation of men.


Killer Phone Sex Fantasies

killer phone sexKiller phone sex fantasies are on overdrive right now. Tensions are high because of the holidays. Extra stress this time of year. I get it. I, however, never have stress. Why? Because I kill and castrate and torture annoying fucks. It is very therapeutic. I encountered a man with road rage this week. He got pissed at me because I did not turn right on red. Well, there was a woman in the crossway. She had the right of way. Pedestrians always do. He honked his horn and flipped me off. If that had been all he did, he would still be alive. This asshole rode my bumper honking at me for two miles. Then he ran me off the road. I snapped a picture of his license plate and ran his plates. I can hack the DMV. I have mad computer skills. Anyway, I stalked the dude. Went by his house, watched him for a few hours. Decided he was home alone for a while, despite being married with a family. I broke in and jammed his alarm system. I was just going to castrate him, but he came at me with a gun. He has a right to defend himself in his own home, but I have a right to fight back. I just wanted to teach him some manners and he went ape shit on me, so I cut him. Not a fatal cut, but one deep enough to slow him down so I could strip him and tie him up. I had no idea how long the family was gone, but since I saw a meal for one, I assumed awhile. My instincts are mostly good. Once I had him tied down, I stripped him naked and took his manhood. I sliced his balls off in his marriage bed. Sexual mutilation is personal. Not for me, but castration phone sex is often blamed on an ex-scorned. No way would anyone think road rage led to the destruction I did to his body. The guy is dead. I mutilated his sex organs, gutted him like a pig and let him bleed out for his wife to find. The way I saw it, I was spreading holiday cheer killing one tool at a time. Who is next?


Castration Makes Me Cream

accomplice phone sexI was feeling naughty, like really naughty and decided to have a little fun. Daddy was out of town, and he wouldn’t mind if I brought a friend back. It’s Christmas and lots of these fuckers are feeling a little down for the holidays so I went downtown to the local bar to find me one. One that was all alone and wouldn’t be missed because well, he wouldn’t be coming back once I was done with him. He was a nerdy guy sitting at the bar all by himself. I sat beside him, and we started talking. I flirted and put my hand on his thighs, moving it up slowly until I was touching his dick. I started stroking him through his pants and his eyes brightened. I whispered to him that we should get out of here. He followed like a sad little puppy dog.

We got to my house and went to my room. Started fooling around a little and convinced him to let me tie him up. With his hands and legs tied I started sucking his cock and licking his balls. I even lowered my wet cunt onto his throbbing cock, but only for a minute. Then I hopped off and reached under the bed. A sharp knife awaited me. He couldn’t see what I was doing until he felt the first slice. I castrated that fool. He screamed, bled, and begged. I laughed as I sat back in the chair and got myself off with a dildo. Perfectly timing my orgasm with him passing out. It was marvelous.


Castration Phone Sex is a Gift

castration phone sexI was surprised how many men want castration phone sex for the holidays. Many men want to ring in the new year without balls. Guess what? I am more than happy to remove your balls. They are overrated and the cause of so many problems in this world. Men are slaves to their nuts and that makes them do stupid shit. I have a running ad on the dark net for ball removal. Many guys wuss out. They contact me, even agree to my payment, but never show up. I was not expecting Trevor to show up, but he did. He was excited about having his nut sack removed. I rarely see a man so happy to say bye bye to his nuts as him. I had my castration chair ready. I had it decked out for the holidays with garland and Christmas lights. I had all my knives lined up and ready to use. Even had a soldering pen on hand to cauterize the wound. He paid me the ten thousand in cash that I asked. This was like stealing candy from a brat. I thought this was easy. Then I saw him naked. The biggest ball sack I have ever seen. Nuts I would expect to see on an elephant or a horse, but not a 5’7 man. I think he must have had some sort of ailment for them to be that big. I did my best to get a castration band around that huge ball sack, but nothing I had was big enough, so I tied them off with rope. Took longer than usual to turn purple. No knife was severing his balls. I used a box cutter. There was a lot of blood. That little pen did nothing because it was a gaping wound. I had to use a heated frying pan. I got his balls gone, but it was pure torture sex for him with such a large nut sack. I get why he wanted them gone. Sitting on a bowling ball cannot be comfortable. That was the first castration I have done that required so much labor. If I could take his bowling ball nuts, I can take yours.


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