You might be surprised how many men are truly into castration phone sex. It is mind boggling to me that men want to willingly part with their balls. I will castrate a man who is willing or not. I castrate men who think their balls are an entitlement to force fuck women every day of the week for free. But men who willingly want their balls gone I will charge a hefty fee. Either you piss me off and I castrate you, or you pay me to castrate you. Sometimes, a guy hires me to castrate him, then tries to piss me off so I take his balls for free because he is a broke ass loser. That shit does not fly with me. One thing many men do not realize about me is that I am an expert hacker. I make a lot of money doing snuff phone sex. I supplement with hired castrations and kills, but my real money is in hacking. Men and women alike hire me to find out hidden financials, dirty secrets and affairs on folks that they can use for blackmail or in divorce proceedings. I have access to a loser’s bank account before he arrives for a castration appointment. Ian paid me half up front, and the rest would be paid after I chopped his balls off. Well, he tried to skip bail and not pay anything. He wanted his balls gone. He said he was a pervert who would get arrested if they were not removed. I found his stash of P porn when I hacked his computer. I could send him to prison for a long time. P men like him are brutalized daily in the pen. It is called karma. I decided to take his balls. Drain his bank accounts and report him to the police. I did not care that he liked littles porn. I cared that he tried to get me to cut his balls off for free. Because he was such a weasel, I used a rusty blade and I did not cauterize the wound. I dropped him off at a park near his house, made a 911 call from his own phone and told them that a tender age diddler got what was coming to him. I doubt anyone will seek justice for the pervert once they see what is on his computer. Do not ever cross a sadistic phone sex bitch.
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Strangulation Phone Sex and Torture for Pervert Stepdaddies
Do you like strangulation phone sex? I sure do. The first person I ever strangled was my stepfather. He crawled into my bed one night and thought he could molest me. He had no idea what a sick bitch I already was. I did not kill him that first night though. I squeezed his throat hard and kneed him in the groin to get him off me, then screamed bloody murder until my mother came into the room. She believed me because she found him in my room with his pants down. Hard to explain that. She kicked the bastard to the curb. I left marks on his neck from trying to choke him out. I have not seen that poor bastard in over 20 years, but guess what? He walked into my Goth bar and sat next to me. He had no clue who I was either. I slipped a roofie in his beer when he was not looking. When it kicked in, I took him to my car and drove him to my cabin in the woods. I was finally going to get my revenge. I planned on strangling him because it was long overdue. But torture sex first. If you have a dick but do not know how to use it for good, I am going to take it away from you. When my dear old ex stepdaddy woke up, I twisted a scalpel down his urethra, making him scream in agonizing pain. I attached a shock device to his balls too sending painful electrodes through his body with every movement. I was not done yet. I have lots of torture devices I inherited form my grandpa. He was a collector of the macabre. I have this Victorian torture device called a Jugum Penis. It looks like a bear trap. It is old and rusty too, but once the trap snaps closed it’s like having your junk in a mouse trap with teeth. While he screamed and cried in pain, I straddled his chest and strangled him to death yelling at him, “Remember me now, pervert?” He should have died when I was a schoolgirl. But he is my snuff porn star now. And like I said, better late than never.
Knife Play Phone Sex for Castration Play
Knife play phone sex is more popular than you think. I am a sick bitch. Knifes are my best friends. Men love knifes too and for a variety of reasons. But here is a key difference between men and me when it comes to using knives. Some men like the idea of being able to cut off their own balls, but they cannot use a knife on themselves. They try, but fail. Me, however, I have no problem taking your junk. I am a castration junkie. If you are too much of wimp to cut off your own balls, I will do it for you. They are just useless anyway, right? I met Tim on the Dark Net. He wanted to be castrated. He thought he could do it himself, but he wanted me to watch. I have a fee even for just watching and encouraging men to remove their own junk. He agreed to my fee and terms. He bought an elastrator which is a castration device that is used on sheep and cattle. It can be used to snip tails too. They are not meant to be used on humans, so I knew this would not work. I brought my sharp knives. I knew this guy was too much of a loser for his own torture sex. Most men are. They become big babies at the sight of their own blood or when their balls start to turn blue. He put the band on his balls, then wussed out. He was screaming in pain wanting me to use the device he got on Ebay. I could not hold back the laughter. That band was not coming off because it is not meant to come off. His balls were turning blue quickly. I told him I could put him out of his misery for another $5,000. He did not want to pay me. I am not taking your junk for free. I told him I was happy to watch his ball sack shrivel up and die. I assured him it would be excruciating pain that way. Or, he could pay me for castration phone sex and I would slice his decaying balls off swiftly, ending that unbearable pain. He had to think about it, but the pressure got to be to much and he caved and paid me. One slice and those black balls were removed. Yeah, do not try to castrate yourself, loser. Hire a professional like me to help.
Torture sex gave me my first kill
After seeing my uncle have so much Torture sex i knew i had to get away. Being my uncle’s accomplice was getting old. I wanted to do my own thing. I was tired of taking orders. I ran away and got picked up in the next town over. I knew was a sicko by the way he looked at my teen body and how he would grab his cock and licked his lips. Ge pulled off to a truck stop and told me he needed rest. I went to the backseat and closed my eyes for a bit, I made sure to sleep with my knife under me. I woke up to him on top of me ripping my panties off. I couldn’t move because of the weight of his body on top of me. He ripped my asshole open as he shoved his cock deep inside me. He kept fucking me hard as i screamed that i was going to kill him. He laughed and kept fucking me.
I finally got my hand free and put the knife to his throat. He pulled his bloody hard cock out my ass and pleaded. Saying he was just sick and ill and it isn’t his fault. I told him he was just a pig like my uncle and with one swift move sliced his cock off. He screamed and that is when I sliced his throat too. I shoved his cock in his mouth and cleaned myself up and took anything of value. That is what he gets for using me for his Rape phone sex fantasies.
Torture Sex Includes Cock and Ball Torture with This Sexy Switch
I have decades experience being the torture sex victim. Now, I get to do the torturing. Never thought I would enjoy the role of the sadistic, but being a switch is so much fun. I hooked up with this guy I met at a fetish club the other night. He presented himself as a man with a huge cock, but when we got a private room, I soon discovered that was a lie. I have no clue in what universe he thought 3 inches hard was a big cock. I decided to torture his genitals. This man thought he was going to dominate me with his cock. But he had no cock to dominate me with. He had a clit. I was not letting a man with a clit stick dominate me. I was not stronger than him, but I had on some high heels. The kind of heels that I had on could rupture a testicle. I kicked him in the balls. This was a BDSM club and CBT is part of the BDSM world. I brought him too his knees quickly. Once he was down, I had him in my control. A few more swift kicks and he was wishing he was in a snuff porn because that would be death. Women like me know how to inflict pain. I was a victim too long to loser men. I did not know better then because it was how I was raised. Years of being in the BDSM world has taught me a thing or two. Now, I am only submissive to real men. That means if you have a cock I can feel, I might be your slave. But if you have a pinky finger between your legs and try to dominate me, I will crush your balls, fuck your ass with my stiletto heal and toss in some castration phone sex for fun. That shrimp dick loser will think twice before trying to dominate a woman with something so small again.
Knife Play Phone Sex is My Favorite Way to Torture and Kill
Knife play phone sex is my favorite because my weapon of choice will always be a sharp blade. I love to sink a knife into a tender belly or use it cut off testicles. I think a knife requires more skill and has more uses than a gun. My grandfather used knifes. He was a hunter and not just of animals. I have shared some things about my late grandfather with my callers and readers of my blogs. But this is a story I never shared. Once, when I was a little girl, a friend of my father’s tried to touch me. I kicked him in the balls and made sure he knew I would stab him in the heart if he tried to touch me again. Even at that young of an age, I was a little ball buster. I told my dad and my grandfather. My dad was useless to me in that moment, but my grandfather had my back. My grandpa gave me my first taste for castration phone sex. That day I learned about revenge as the best justice. My grandfather invited this guy to go hunting with him but did not tell him he was the one being hunted. I was with my grandpa when Tim showed up. My grandpa played dumb and so did I. We went to the middle of the woods and that is when my grandpa showed his true colors. He pinned Tim to the ground and took his pants off. I was standing next to them holding a big knife. I was not scared or nervous either. My grandpa always had my back. Tim was fighting and screaming, but no one to hear him but the wild animals. My grandpa was a strong man. He held Tim down and instructed me what to do. I took a man’s balls for the first time as a schoolgirl. There was a lot of blood and screaming, but the torture sex made me want to do it again. We left him in the woods. He would either crawl back to civilization or be bear food. Never saw Tim again. He became a missing person that day, so I assume he became bear food. Or my grandpa went back and buried him in the woods. Either way, Tim the predator would never prey on a young girl again.
Snuff Phone Sex is How I Will Ring in the New Year
Snuff phone sex is how I will end one year and start the next one. I kill or torture folks year-round, but I do it several times a day over the holidays. I feel more charitable over Christmas. I like to put losers out of their misery. Some tiny, dicked asshole is miserable from constant rejection. That constant rejection turns him angry. And the world does not need any angrier men, right? When Pete walked into my Goth bar, he smelled of desperation and loneliness. That scent is always intoxicating to me. I love to put a desperate man out of his misery. He asked to buy me a drink but ordered me what he wanted not what I wanted. He assumed that a Goth girl alone at the bar would be happy with any kind of attention, I guess. I spiked his drink so I could get him out of the bar easily. Once he was in my car, he started mumbling some bullshit about how I will be getting a gift from Santa Clause soon. I knew whatever was in his pants was not a gift, but a nightmare. The torture sex was on me that night. I tied him to his bed naked and spread eagle. His apartment had no signs of a woman living there. Not surprising. I went to his kitchen to check out his knives. He was getting a free castration this Christmas. He was drugged but still able to hurl some bullshit that I would not tolerate. I cut his balls off. I did not use anything to numb the pain either. No alcohol. No lidocaine. No castration ban. I wanted him to slowly bleed out and go into shock. It is very painful for a man I am sure to have a bitch cut his dick and balls off. If the wounds are not cauterized, the torture flick becomes a snuff porn quickly. Just what I wanted. To kill another angry tiny dick loser. Who is next? I am ridding the world of angry, useless men, one at a time.
Castration Phone Sex is a Bloody Good Time for Me
Castration phone sex is bloody fun, especially for me. I watched a documentary on Lorena Bobbitt last night. I felt all inspired. I do not need her to take a man’s junk though. I castrated my first man in high school. I got a taste for it then. When I was a schoolgirl, the other schoolboys and girls called me Wednesday. That was because of Wednesday Addams. I was a loner Goth girl even back then. A teacher tried to force himself on me in the dark room where I was developing photos for a school project. I carried a small knife on me that I hid between my legs. I had it strapped with a garter to my thigh. My grandpa told me to do it so I could defend myself against bullies. This teacher was the last one I suspected of being a pervert too. But when he tried to fuck me, I threw photographic solution in his face, which burned his eyes, and I cut off his dick. I did the Lorena Bobbitt thing. She did her thing when I was just a little girl in diapers still, but everyone knew who she was and what she did when I was in high school. My teacher was my first willing torture sex victim. He started a domino effect though. I felt empowered grabbing that knife and slicing his dick off so he could not violate other schoolgirls. I knew he was not going to tell anyone what I did because he would have to explain why his dick was out in front of a young girl. He is likely still alive and dickless wonder. But now, so many more men are too. Because he was not the last man to try to force himself on me or other women. I can castrate you cleanly, or I can make it leave an ugly mark. I can take the balls, or I can take the dick too. I can let you bleed out or I can cauterize the wound. I am a taboo phone sex bitch. Not your bitch though. Never your bitch. I am just a tough as nails Goth girl who gets immense pleasure from mutilating your sex organs.
Killer Phone Sex Fantasies Make Me Wet
I mean killer phone sex business. Sort of my motto. I do not mess around. I have an old electrocution chair that I inherited from my grandpa. He ran a prison for years, and when it was shut down, I got some souvenirs. I have decked the chair out. It has a creepy history, which I love. Many folks have died on the chair. Now, I cannot get enough juice to it to electrocute someone. But I have decked it out as a torture chair. I can give electric shocks and I can castrate easily with the cock and ball plank I made to separate the balls from the cock. This chair has a long history of torture sex going back to the 50s. Men have died, lost their balls and been tortured in this chair. It has blood stains too. Sometimes, I sit in the chair and masturbate because I can feel the pain and the fear of all the men who ever sat in that chair, and it arouses me. I thrive on your fear and your pain.
I am a sick bitch. I do not want flowers and candy. I want your fear and your pain. Bryce was the last one to sit in my chair. Honestly, I thought I was going to kill him. He was mouthy as fuck, especially for someone who claimed he wanted castrated. He paid me to take his balls because he is too weak to do it himself. I take a man’s balls often. You would be surprised how many losers understand their short comings and decide to try to fix themselves. Alex likes little girls. He is weak. I have no problem with men diddling little brats. But if you going to do it, be smart about it. Do not pull your tiny P pecker out at a public park. Alex just got of jail for indecent exposure. He is now on the bad boy list of predators. He got in trouble again not even 12 hours after he was released. He wanted castration phone sex. I took his balls, but he was so mouthy, calling me names. I have great impulse control, but I wanted to kill him. I thought about killing him; he deserved it. But I decided the boys in prison would have more fun torturing him every day of his life.
Castration Phone Sex Season is Here
This the season for castration phone sex. I love castrating men for the holidays. It is almost the end of the year. And no better way to ring in a new year than to say goodbye to your jingle balls. Balls are overrated if you ask me. I think men see them as an entitlement instead of the privilege that they are. They should be a privilege that men use for good, but balls make men stupid. Alex got stupid. His hormones took over and he crossed a line he could not bounce back from. Not with me at least. The moment he tried to fuck me after I gave him a clear no, I was certain his balls needed whacked. I went back to his place with him which I rarely do. But I was in a mood to castrate, and he was the perfect victim. A slave to his hormones. A man who thinks women must fuck him if he gives them any attention. I was doing women everywhere a favor. He never saw it coming. I made him think I had a change of heart and wanted to fuck him after all. As if I would ever do that. The poor bastard thought I was going to suck his cock and instead I cut his balls off. I guess he was not cool with torture sex, LOL. He started screaming and trying to attack me, but he was bleeding everywhere. He got dizzy and passed out. I cauterized the wound while he was passed out on his living room floor. I should have let him bleed out and die. He was a jack ass. But I wanted him to live with the constant reminder of what happens to predators. I am an old school revenge bitch. Killing is fun and necessary, but I always enjoy making a loser remember his transgressions and preventing any more from occurring. I am a bad ass taboo phone sex bitch. I will take your balls for looking at me wrong.